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"My reward?" Jiang Wan was rather surprised to see Chang De Hai deliver the bazooka.

"That's right. When the Crown Prince heard that Jiang Si xiaojie had always kept him in her room, he told me to bring this to her." Chang De Hai had been by Xiao Rui Zhao's side since he was young, and he had been training like a worm in Xiao Rui Zhao's stomach. With just a glance, he could tell what his master was thinking.

Since the last time he met Jiang Wan by the lake, Chang Dehai had been sighing in his heart, this girl's appearance was too similar to that of the late Crown Princess.

He even started to suspect that Jiang Liangdi had also discovered this point, which was why she was brought into the Crown Prince's Palace on purpose.

And now, this Fourth Miss Jiang seemed to have successfully attracted the attention of the crown prince.

In other words, if there were no mishaps, this young mistress Jiang could become his master in the future.

With this understanding, Chang De Hai naturally didn't dare to be negligent and explained to Jiang Wan, "The Westerners call this thing the music box. As long as you turn the key at the bottom of the box and open the lid, you will be able to hear the sound."

With that, Chang De Hai began to demonstrate to Jiang Wan.

With a smile on her face, Jiang Wan quietly sat to the side and watched. As a modern person, how could she not know about the music box?

However, at this moment, she secretly felt anxious.

In his memory, the crown prince Xiao Rui Zhao was not someone who was willing to spend too much time and effort in the backyard. Whether it was his previous life or this life, it could be seen from his attitude towards Jiang Yu and Cui Yingying.

Yet, in a moment of excitement, he got someone to give him this music box. Was it really as simple as letting him get rid of his boredom?

Jiang Wan was deeply suspicious.

Although Jiang Wan's rule was strict and people from the Youlan Palace were not allowed to spread the news, the news of Jiang Wan getting the music box from the Crown Prince spread like wildfire.

Lin Chenghui and Yang Zhao were sitting together.

"Sister Lin, what do you mean by that, the Crown Prince?" Yang Zhao looked delicate and weak as he sat at the side. He picked up a fresh plum on the table and took a bite.

The sour taste was exactly what she was feeling at the moment.

"What else can it mean? So what if you like it? " Lin Chenghui sighed as he looked out the window at the spring scenery, "I've always only heard new people laugh, who would ever hear old people cry?"

"Ah?" "Sister Lin, are you saying that she will also …" Yang Zhao pointed in the direction of the Youlan Palace, hesitating to speak.

Lin Chenghui gave Yang Zhao a gloomy look and said, "I didn't say anything."

She had been in the crown prince's residence for six years now, so she still knew what to say and what not to say.

"Next month is the Grand Concubine Selection Ceremony …" Lin ChengHui sighed as if he was referring to something. He considered whether or not he should send a message over to Cui Yingying in the Western Palace …

By the time Cui Yingying, who was in the Western Palace, received the news, two days had already passed.

Thinking about how her departure made Jiang Wei more willing to do whatever he wanted in the Crown Prince's Palace, she angrily rolled up a bunch of blooming flowers and threw them on the ground, then stepped on them twice.

"How did these flowers offend our Imperial Concubine!" While Cui Yingying was doing her best to ravage the small flowers and grass, she heard a haughty and frivolous voice from above her head.

Cui Yingying frowned slightly and raised her head to look at him.

Not far away, there was a verdant and lush greenery. The octagonal red pavilion was dazzling, and the eaves were exquisite and exquisite. A handsome man wearing a white embroidered golden python robe stood straight up, and as he looked into the distance, the corners of his robe fluttered like butterflies.

In the past, when they were building the West Peak Palace, they forcefully dug out a 100-acre pool of Tai Chi, and the soil they dug out formed a small slope, which allowed the builders to build a small hill of earth. Furthermore, they built an octagonal pavilion on top of it, which was able to blow the wind coming from the Tai Chi, and looked down at half of the palace from a high vantage point.

Cui Yingying's eyes glazed over. After pausing for a moment, she walked straight towards the pavilion.

Xiao Rui smiled as he looked at Cui Yingying, who had a big belly, climbing up the stone steps with difficulty. He was even more calm as he found a place to sit in the pavilion.

The panting Cui Yingying snappily glanced at him, angrily saying, "You have nothing to do, why are you climbing up so high?"

"Of course it's because the scenery here is just right!" Xiao Rui liked to tease his cousin, who was two years younger than him, ever since he was young. He smiled evilly and said, "What's more, you didn't tell me to get down!"

However, Cui Yingying ignored him and just sat there sulking.

"I heard that you sent someone to find me a few days ago?" Xiao Rui didn't feel offended. He smiled as he poured Cui Yingying a cup of tea. As his slender white fingers flipped through the tea set, it gave off a carefree feeling.

It was good that he didn't mention this. The moment he did, Cui Yingying became even angrier.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find him back then, he wouldn't have ended up with so many problems in the future.

She spoke endlessly about what had happened these past few days, and in the end, she couldn't help but cry in sympathy for Grandma Wang.

"According to what you said, it was my fault that you kept using your own stun moves?" Hearing Cui Yingying's complaints, Xiao Rui didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He frowned and poured wine for himself, "You said just now that Jiang Yu wants to bring his sister into the mansion? Doesn't she know that next month is the Feast of Consort Selection? "

"So what if I know?" Cui Yingying's face was filled with disdain as she said, "Those two younger sisters of hers, they don't even have the qualifications to participate in the Concubine Selection Ceremony."

In the Great Liang Dynasty, when the consort selection ceremony was held every three years, there were strict requirements: first, the contestant had to be a fourth-grade imperial official, or a girl from the family of a third-grade local magnate; then, the contestant had to be a girl who had not yet reached the age of sixteen and had not spoken of marriage; and third, the contestant had to be reasonable and dignified.

Every general election, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Government would register half a year ahead of schedule. If there was a girl of appropriate age in the family who didn't want to let her participate in the election, then the general family would arrange a marriage in advance so that she would lose the qualifications to participate in the election. Also, if there was a woman who had already been selected to participate in the election, then the family would have the immunity to participate in the election once, which meant that even if there was a girl of suitable age who wasn't engaged yet, the family wouldn't participate in the ceremony.

As early as last year, when the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Government were compiling books, Jiang Xuanzhong was still in the midst of worry, and both Jiang Wan and Jiang Shu naturally did not have the qualifications to participate.

In addition, once one participated in the ceremony for the selection, the right to make a choice was completely in the hands of the nobles of the palace. No one knew.

Thinking of this, Cui Yingying also started to admire Jiang You. Rather than leaving the decision to others, she might as well find another way.