Chapter 279 Marriage Is a Big Deal, Parents’ Orders

After Nan Xi entered the palace and settled down, Fuchen and Chu Hongyi left the palace.

"Go back and rest first. You are exhausted during this period." In the public, Fuchen was concerned about the reputation of his little ancestor and did not dare to kiss her, but his tone was completely gentle, "I will be at home tonight. Have a good rest, and I will choose a suitable day to propose marriage to the Chu family in the next two days and finalize the marriage."

Chu Hongyi sat upright on the horse and looked at him expressionlessly when she heard this, saying nothing.

"What's wrong?"

Chu Hongyi frowned slightly, as if hesitating for something: "If your mother-in-law doesn't agree, don't get too serious with her."

The corner of Fuchen's lips raised slightly: "What? Your wife-to-be is worried about upsetting her mother-in-law before she even walks in?"

Chu Hongyi gave him a cold look.

"I listen to you." Fuchen nodded, with a very obedient attitude, "I will listen to whatever you say."

Chu Hongyi said yes, said nothing more, and went back to their homes.

Fuchen's original name was Xuanyuan Qi, and he was the only legitimate son of the Prince Jing's Palace. He was granted the title of Crown Prince Qi. Although he often stayed in Dazhou in the past two years, he would come back to stay for two months every winter. The servants in the palace were no strangers to this master. Fuchen got off his horse outside the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion. As soon as he stepped into the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion, the servants who came to greet him knelt on the ground.

The second son of Prince Jing, Xuanyuanhua, was dressed in robes. He had handsome features and a slim body. He stood respectfully in front of the court and bowed slightly: "Brother."

Fuchen glanced at him and said lightly: "Where is mother?"

Xuanyuan Hua followed him: "Mother is in Songhe Hall."

Fuchen's eyebrows moved slightly: "Are there any guests?"

"Yes." Xuanyuan Hua frowned slightly, unable to see clearly the expression in his eyes, "Mother is talking to Mrs. Zhen Guo."

Mrs. Zhenguo?

Fuchen looked slightly calm and walked towards Songhe Hall: "Besides Mrs. Zhenguo, who else is here?"

"Miss Fang, the daughter of Duke Zhen, is also here."

Walking into Songhe Hall, I heard a burst of relaxed chatter and laughter in the distance. Fuchen paused slightly and seemed to have suddenly changed his mind. He turned to look at Xuanyuan Hua: "I will go back to Hongchen Garden to wash up and take care of myself first. You Send someone to tell mother that I have returned and go to greet her in half an hour. "

Xuanyuan Hua was surprised: "We are already here, don't you go in directly?"

"Men and women are not allowed to be intimate. If there are other girls around, I'd better avoid it." Fuchen's tone was a little colder. He had obviously guessed what was being discussed in Songhe Hall at this time, but he had no intention of cooperating with him. Mother, "You go and do your work too."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in the other direction.

Xuanyuan Hua watched his back, frowning slightly, turned to glance in the direction of Songhe Hall, raised his hand to call a maid, and said lightly: "Go and report to the princess, and say that the prince has returned to the house, half I will come to Songheyuan in a few hours to say hello."

The maid took the order and left.

Xuanyuan Hua quickly turned around and left.

Returning to Hongchen Garden, Fuchen ordered someone to prepare hot water and take a bath to wash away the dust from his body. Then he changed into a moon-white brocade robe embroidered with bamboo patterns.

Over the years alone, Fuchen has learned to change his clothes and groom himself, but when he returns to the palace, he is no longer the young master Fuchen he was before. The maids in Hongchen Garden are responsible for combing his hair, serving tea, and all the accessories that belong to the royal family. There is a dedicated person responsible for taking care of it.

"Your Majesty," the servant from Hongchenyuan reported, "The princess wants you to go directly to Songhe Hall."

Fuchen frowned: "Is Mrs. Zhenguo gone?"

"not yet."

Fuchen's face suddenly turned cold, and he was silent for a moment. Without saying a word, he walked out of Hongchen Garden and headed towards Songhe Hall.

There was still laughter in the hall, which showed that the two sides were talking in harmony.

"Miss Fang has a dignified and beautiful appearance, a gentle temperament, and is a talented woman who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If Qi'er can marry her, it will be really..."

"Princess Qi, the prince has arrived."

The lively chatter and laughter in the hall suddenly stopped, and Princess Jing said displeasedly: "What are you reporting? Why don't you let the prince in quickly?"

Fuchen raised the corners of his lips slightly and walked into the hall.

The young master has a noble appearance, rich and handsome appearance, as if he came with all the splendor of the sky. As soon as he stepped on the threshold, several people in the hall were stunned, especially the father, mother and daughter of Zhenguo.

Miss Fang, who was sitting upright, had a blush on her pretty cheeks and lowered her head hastily, with a shy look on her face.

"Greetings to the mother and concubine." Fuchen greeted the greetings gently and elegantly, and naturally looked at the Duke of Zhen's wife, "Is the Duke's wife here too?"

Mrs. Zhen Guo Gong nodded and looked at the noble and upright Crown Prince Jing, with an obvious look of satisfaction on her face.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to praise a few words, he heard Fuchen already speaking.

"My son has just come back from the palace. The princess's cousin has officially made him the crown prince and moved into the East Palace." Fuchen seemed not to notice Miss Fang sitting beside him. He gently and respectfully reported the affairs in the palace to his mother and said by the way: " The matter of Princess Feng's return to the palace has finally been settled. My son has completed this task. The next step is to consider the marriage with Hong Yi. I plan to go to the Chu family in the next two days to discuss the details of the marriage and fix the date by the way. Mother wishes How about next?”

The words fell slowly and slowly, but all the sounds in the hall seemed to have been lost in an instant, and it was surprisingly quiet.

Princess Jing's face turned cold visibly.

Miss Fang suddenly raised her eyes with a startled expression. She looked at Fuchen and then couldn't help but look at Princess Jing and her mother, Mrs. Zhen Guogong.

Chu family?

"Qi'er." Princess Jing's expression was indifferent, "I think you and the girl from the Chu family are not suitable, and I am planning to choose another suitable wife for you-"

"Not suitable?" Fu Chen had a gentle smile on his lips, "My son thinks it is very suitable."

Princess Jing looked at him in disbelief: "You, what did you say?"

"I have already made an engagement with Chu Hongyi. How much harm will it cause to my daughter if I cancel the engagement without a reasonable reason? Even if you are a royal noble, you should not do such a treacherous thing." Fu Chen said indifferently, "Besides, I like Hongyi. Yi's temperament, heroic, heroic, and a heroine, is the best match for me. "

Princess Jing obviously did not expect that her own son would not give her any face in front of outsiders, and she was so angry that her face turned blue: "Qi'er! Marriage is a matter of parents' orders, how can you do whatever you want?"

"What do you mean by this, mother?" Fu Chen frowned, "This marriage was originally decided by my father and Uncle Chu. My son has obeyed my parents' orders. Mother should know that marriage is a matter of life and death. How can you get married or break it as you say?"

Princess Jing choked, her face turned blue and white.

"Mother should have something to discuss with others, so I won't bother you." Fu Chen bowed slightly, "Son, take your leave."

After saying that, he turned around and left Songhe Hall without looking back. From beginning to end, he didn't even look at what Miss Fang looked like, and naturally didn't care about the impact of these words on her.