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Standing in front of them was the group of Shangguan Family madams and ladies who were heading towards the Imperial Garden.

At this moment, the ladies of the Shangguan Family were looking at the two of them in astonishment.

Under the heavens, even His Majesty hadn't scolded General Xiao for being shameless.

Now, on the path of the palace, the Mrs. Xiao was …

For a time, the slightly narrow palace path was completely silent.

Qu Ling looked embarrassed, and was about to say something to save his face.

Before she could say anything, the man at her side suddenly embraced her and continued walking forward. It was as if he didn't see the ladies of the Shangguan family at all.

The people behind him seemed to have regained their senses and started whispering to each other.

"Are those two General Xiao s?"

"That's right, Mrs. Xiao is bold, to actually dare to scold General Xiao not to …"

"You don't understand. The two of them seem to be on good terms with each other. Who knows, they might be flirting."

"I already said that General Xiao was a good man, but unfortunately, my family's little girl does not have that kind of luck."

Hearing the words of these Shangguan Family madams, Qu Ling looked indifferent, but in his heart, he was extremely happy.

It was one thing for him to know how to be in a good relationship, but it was another for others to know about him.

As a woman, although Qu Ling could not act high profile, but he could still throw away his basic vanity.

At that moment, his eyes were curved and his lips were pursed tightly. Even though he didn't laugh out loud, he was unable to conceal his good mood no matter how hard he tried.

However, what she didn't know was that wherever there were women, there would be gossip.

Women spread gossip faster than the plague.

When the Eleventh Princess of the Yutang Palace heard about this, he was so angry that he nearly threw his mother's most treasured vase away.

Yi Fei had just entered the main hall, and upon seeing her daughter's posture, she jumped in fright. "Yan Er, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Mufei, I'm going out for a while. "

Eleventh Princess put down the vase in his hand, and led the palace maid and ran out aggressively.

When Yi Fei saw this, her intuition told her that something was wrong. She immediately called for the trusted mama to follow.

When the two of them went to the royal garden, there were already many court officials and their wives and daughters in the garden.

Qu Ling looked around and realized that most of the girls around him were unmarried, and one or two were even dressed up beautifully.

Those who knew said that this was a palace feast. Those who didn't know thought that this was a beauty contest.

In the past, almost all of these young ladies had been hidden at home by their parents as if they were treasures.

Furthermore, they were all young mistresses, so it was impossible to see even half of them.

She lowered her voice and asked the man by her side, "Why are there so many ladies who haven't left the pavilion yet?"

The man lowered his voice to answer the Madam, "I heard that the Emperor intends to elect the Crown Prince as his main wife."

Qu Ling was slightly shocked in his heart.

Choosing a Crown Princess was a big deal.

Xiao Jingyue saw that she did not say a word, and suddenly remembered that she and the crown prince seemed to have an old relationship.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Prime Minister Jiang walking over from the corner of his eyes.

Qu Ling also saw the person who had arrived, and immediately called out obediently: "Grandfather."

Xiao Jingyue also clasped his hands together: "Lord Prime Minister."

Prime Minister Jiang nodded lightly, "General Xiao."

Then, he looked towards his own granddaughter. Seeing that she was perfectly fine, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He asked his granddaughter: "Have you gone to the Miao Boundary to see your grandma?"

Qu Ling replied obediently: I see.

"Is she well?"

"It's pretty good."

"I heard that Ah Xin followed you back to the capital, does your grandma have any followers?"

"Grandma said you didn't give her anything. She didn't want to see you."

Hearing that, the Prime Minister Jiang was so angry that his beard and eyes bulged out, and he was unable to say anything for a long while.

Instead, he turned to Xiao Jingyue and started to discuss about the matters of the imperial court.

Before they could say anything, the imperial court's officials who saw the two of them standing together walked over one by one and joined in the conversation.

The conversation between the courtiers was like the eighteen corners of the mountain road, and they went around saying it as if they were afraid that others would understand.

Qu Ling listened for a while and could not hold it in anymore. He quietly got rid of Xiao Jingyue's hand and escaped from the pile of terrifying men.

This time, Xiao Yi could not follow Qu Ling around anymore. Originally, Xiao Jingyue wanted to capture her, but she slipped away too quickly and he was unable to do anything about it, so he could only give up.

When Qu Ling came out, not long after, he was surrounded by the Shangguan ladies and ladies.

Those who didn't know her all had a flattering smile on their faces as they asked about her.

Her mouth was parched and her tongue was parched. With great difficulty, she finally sent them away and left the imperial garden without stopping at all.

The palace was not a big place for her. After thinking about it, she decided to go to the empress dowager's palace to see her aunt and cousin Little Prince.

After walking for some distance, two guards suddenly appeared and stopped her.

She stopped in her tracks, raised her head and looked behind the two guards, only to see a man dressed in a light golden python robe walking towards her.

Apart from the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, there were no other people in the court who could wear a light golden robe.

The crown prince walked to Qu Ling, his gentle face revealing a smile, "Ah Ling, it's been a long time since we last met."

The last time they met was before Qu Ling left the Murong Villa with Xiao Jingyue.

Although Qu Ling did not kneel down, he still bowed towards the crown prince, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Who would have thought that the crown prince would actually frown and said: "I've already said this before, the two of us do not need to be so courteous in private, so why is Ah Ling doing this?"

Qu Ling laughed, and did not answer, but asked: "Is there something that the crown prince wants to talk to me about?"

The Crown Prince stared at her for a while before suddenly saying thoughtlessly, "Father wants to choose a consort for me."

Qu Ling was startled, then he laughed: "That's good, I will congratulate you first."

The Crown Prince's eyes dimmed, "Do you really think that it's good?"

"The Crown Prince isn't young anymore. It's time to take on the concubine."

The man in the light golden robe fell silent as he stared at her.

After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you ever felt even the slightest bit of joy towards me?"

Qu Ling was startled, looking at him who had a smile on his face whenever he looked at her, but could not hide his injured face, unable to speak for a moment.

Although he did not know whether his feelings for her were real or fake, what he had done to her before was real.

He had never put on airs in front of her since they had known each other for so long, and he had even lowered himself to do some hilarious things for her.

For example, accompanying her to climb walls and fight crickets, accompanying her to play the part of a bully in the streets, or accompanying her to intimidate those pretentious young officials and family ladies.

The shameful memories of his youth were truly endless.

Although she couldn't rule out the fact that he had his eyes on the Prime Minister Mansion and the power of the empress behind her, so what?

Her heart was not made of stone, so she naturally felt it.

Even when she was young, she had a good impression of this person before her.

However, it was only a good impression. After a while, it faded away.

In this way, it was fine to not say it.

Think of the past as a mere friendship.

On the palace path, the two of them stood in silence, facing each other, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew past. The beautifully mended grass on both sides of the road started to sway with the wind.

Neither of them noticed that a pair of shiny, black, cold eyes was staring at them from within the grass.