After Ren Anle finished speaking, she directly raised her feet to the dumbstruck Yuan Shu and kicked her to the outside edge of the carriage, and told her to drive off towards Fuling Mountain .
Inside the carriage, Yuan Qin put down her chess game and said to Ren Anle, who was lying with her legs crossed, "Young Miss, the rumours in the capital are so unpleasant. I'm afraid someone is pushing them."
"It's just that the left minister can't swallow his anger. The old man has a small temperament. Yuan Qin, we are young people, we should be more tolerant don't lose your temper and make people laugh."
Ren Anle yawn and waved to Yuan Qin nonchalantly.
Yuan Qin held back her laughter for half a second before she gave a crisp 'yes' in return.
At the foot of Fuling Mountain, a thousand meters above the plain, is the place of the royal autumn hunts. Looking halfway up the mountain, one can see magnificent tents all over the green grass. With a group of scholars talking about poetry on the left and noble women from the various houses on the right, laughing and chatting. In the middle , a large tent in bright yellow, in which the crown prince Han Yue, who obviously holds the order of the son of Heaven, is resting.
The wind is high and the air is crisp a good day for hunting and excursions, Princess Shaohua likes banquets and has been excited to go out, a few days earlier. She was afraid that not enough women would attend, so she let the news out in advance. The day of the banquet was attended by most of the noble ladies of the empire in full costume, fearing to disgrace the favoured princess.
At this moment, a group of noble women gathered in Princess Shaohua's brocade tent to talk and laugh. The tent is only covered by a snow-white gauze tent. The view of the young girls smiling lightly was like the sunrise, which was a great distraction for the scholar from the opposite side of the tent.
"Sister Du, you are a little late. If you were half an hour earlier, you would have met His Highness the Crown Prince." Miss Yue Sheng from the Ministry of Justice's Qi Shang Shu's family looked at Du Ting Fang sitting next to Princess Shaohua. Her slightly childish round face deliberately frowned, her eyebrows curved into a line, revealing a derisive and regretful smile.
She is the youngest of noble women and she had a charming temperament and she was usually lovable. When she said this, everyone followed her gaze and smiled.
The woman being watched is wearing a light yellow pleated dress. Her face is dignified and her demeanour is quiet, and she blushes when heard the laughter of the women.
There are many noblewomen in the capital who have fallen in love with the Prince, but very few are as persistent as Du Tingfang. She has a reputation for talent at an early age. After she turned fifteen, there were countless suitors for her hand in marriage, but she fell in love with the Prince at first sight at the autumn hunt three years ago. The Du family is not a lowly family, and the Du family has a younger daughter. Thinking that his daughter is qualified to be selected as a concubine of the Eastern Palace, he declined the marriage proposal of many sons of the family and waited for the triennial royal election.
"You girl, don't laugh at Tingfang. In half a year's time there will be a royal election. Why doesn't my palace pick a good husband for you,
Lest you be so descending and sullen the old Man Qi's hair." Shaohua saw Du Tingfang blushing and joking interjected the topic.
Qi Yuesheng hurriedly waved her hand and muttered, Your Highness, don't want to do that, I'd rather let father worry about his grey hair."
When the women saw Qi Yuesheng being teased, they pursed their lips and laughed lightly. Their silver bell-like laughter spread out of the tent, causing the sons of the families in opposite side to look at them from time to time.