Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 10: Meeting Ye Qingmei?!

After eating his fill, Wu Feng returned to the servants' quarters next to the small garden.

He didn't close the door or do anything special; he just sat on the edge of the bed, quietly listening to the sounds outside.

I waited for about fifteen minutes.

The only sounds in the courtyard were the rustling of the wind through the flowers and grass, and occasionally the faint sound of palace maids walking in the distance, their skirts rubbing together.

No one came.

Wu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out the plain white handkerchief from his pocket and unfolded it in his hand.

The handkerchief is made of soft, high-quality Jiangnan silk, with delicate lotus scroll patterns embroidered along the edges.

In the center of the handkerchief, there was a faint pink stain, which was the lip rouge left by Li Yunrui when she wiped her mouth.

Wu Feng stared at the mark.

Last night he took off Li Yunrui's shoes, today he ate her leftover breakfast, and even took the handkerchief she used to wipe her mouth.

Li Yunrui didn't say anything during either of the two attempts.

It seems he guessed correctly.

Li Yunrui... is gradually unleashing her true nature, or perhaps seeking a kind of stimulation she has never experienced before.

Those well-behaved eunuchs and palace maids could only tremble with fear in her presence, not daring to even lift their heads.

But what she really wanted might not have been absolute obedience.

Rather, it was a kind of "recklessness" that was both tentative and audacious, yet still under her control.

Wu Feng folded the handkerchief again, got up and walked to the bedside, and reached under the bed board to pull out a small wooden box.

Opening the box, inside lay a neatly folded handkerchief, the one Li Yunrui had thrown on his head a few days ago.

Wu Feng looked at the two handkerchiefs, hesitated for a moment, and still did not put the handkerchief from today into the box.

He had just hidden the box back under the bed when he heard footsteps outside.

Wu Feng immediately feigned a flustered expression, quickly stuffing the handkerchief into his clothes as if afraid of being seen.

This scene was witnessed by Chunmei, who had just arrived at the door.

Wu Feng immediately stood up and bowed his head: "Sister Chunmei."

Chunmei walked in carrying clothes.

This time, her voice was no longer as indifferent as before, but much more peaceful:

"Your Highness will be leaving the palace soon. Please get ready and change into these clothes; you will be accompanying him."

Wu Feng immediately replied, "Yes, I'll get ready right away."

Chunmei nodded, placed the clothes on the table next to her, gave Wu Feng a deep look, and then turned to leave.

Once her footsteps had faded into the distance, Wu Feng closed the door and let out a long sigh.

He walked to the bedside and picked up the clothes.

It wasn't eunuch attire; it was a set of clothes worn by ordinary attendants, but the material was far superior to what ordinary attendants wore.

Wu Feng was somewhat excited.

I've finally managed to get close to Li Yunrui.

It was worth all the humility he had shown before.

He quickly took off his worn-out green shirt and put on the new clothes.

He looked at his reflection in the basin, straightened his collar, and then strode out of the servants' quarters toward the main hall.

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When Chunmei returned to the main hall, Li Yunrui was sitting in front of the dressing table.

A maid was refurbishing her hair, while another maid stood by holding a jewelry box.

Chunmei walked three steps behind Li Yunrui and whispered, "Your Highness, the clothes have been delivered."

Li Yunrui looked at Chunmei in the mirror: "What was his reaction?"

Chunmei hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "When I arrived, he was hurriedly hiding a handkerchief in his bosom... Judging from the color and style of the handkerchief, it should be the one His Highness used this morning."

In the mirror, Li Yunrui's lips curled up slightly, and a sickly smile slowly appeared on her beautiful face.

That unique pleasure returned.

"Hidden in a panic..." Li Yunrui repeated these words softly, her voice as gentle as a feather brushing against the heart, "How interesting."

She raised her hand, signaling the maid who was combing her hair to stop.

Then she picked out a white jade hairpin from the jewelry box and handed it over: "Use this one."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The maid took the hairpin and carefully put it on her.

Li Yunrui looked at herself in the mirror, and the smile on her face grew deeper and deeper.

She hurriedly hid the handkerchief she had used...

This furtive, almost audacious, yet fearful of being discovered...

It's so much fun, it's addictive.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

When Wu Feng arrived at the entrance of the main hall, he saw four people already standing there.

Four maids dressed in white, each with a long sword at their waist, had sharp eyes and a capable demeanor, completely different from the other palace maids.

Wu Feng guessed that these must be Li Yunrui's personal guards.

The four maids glanced at Wu Feng briefly before looking away.

Wu Feng didn't say anything, and stood quietly to the side waiting.

I waited for about 15 minutes.

The doors to the main hall opened.

Li Yunrui came out.

She was no longer wearing the plain white palace dress she had worn that morning, but instead a long, dark satin gown.

The dress was well-tailored, with a slender waist that accentuated her graceful figure and curves.

It was covered with a thin veil of the same color, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Her hair had been combed again and tied into a simple bun with the white jade hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, making her neck appear long and fair.

Her makeup was also more refined than in the morning, and the blush on her lips was changed to a brighter red.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

Wu Feng and the four sword-wielding maids bowed simultaneously.

Li Yunrui's gaze lingered on Wu Feng for a moment.

"Let's go."

Li Yunrui spoke in a gentle voice, and then walked towards the palace gate.

Chunmei immediately followed, walking half a step behind Li Yunrui.

Wu Feng quickly followed.

The four sword-wielding maids walked to the back of the group.

At the entrance of Guangxin Palace, the Princess's carriage was already prepared and waiting.

Four sword-wielding maids dressed in the same tight-fitting outfits as the four maids at the palace gate stood in front of the carriage.

Four ordinary maids dressed in light green palace attire stood behind the carriage.

Chunmei helped Li Yunrui into the carriage.

The carriage had a rear door. After Li Yunrui got in, Chunmei closed the door, then walked to the front of the carriage and personally took the reins.

Wu Feng glanced at the group and walked over to the four ordinary maids.

The carriage slowly started moving and headed out of the palace.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It was nearly noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

Several tall sycamore trees stand at the entrance of Taiping Villa, their branches swaying gently in the spring breeze, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the villa.

Chunmei got out of the car first, then opened the door and helped Li Yunrui out.

Wu Feng followed in the group and looked up at the legendary Taiping Villa.

Li Yunrui stood at the door, looking at the tightly closed courtyard gate, a gentle smile on her face.

Chunmei stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

An old servant dressed in a blue cloth robe poked his head out, saw Li Yunrui, and quickly bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness the Princess."

"No need for formalities." Li Yunrui's voice was gentle. "I've come to visit Sister Ye. Please inform her."

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. This old servant will go and report immediately."

The old servant turned and walked quickly into the courtyard.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the Taiping Villa.

Ye Qingmei was having lunch in the flower hall.

There were three dishes and a soup on the table; it was simple, but refreshing.

She was wearing a loose white dress, and her belly was already quite protruding.

Upon hearing the old servant's report, she put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Li Yunrui is here?" Ye Qingmei smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Let her in."

After the old servant withdrew, Ye Qingmei picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

She wasn't surprised.

She had someone investigate the assassination attempt that happened two weeks ago.

Four ninth-rank masters are not something just anyone can afford to support.

Although the traces were wiped clean, she still managed to find some information.