The first branch of the Marquis of Qinghe had always had few offspring.
There was only one male and one female in the current generation.
The male was Rong Yi, the first son of the Marquis of Qinghe.
The female was Rong Lian, Rong Yi's sister.
The first time Rong Yi heard of Princess Jinxiu's name was from his own sister's mouth.
After going out to play, Rong Lian returned and grabbed him to describe the Princess's ways with excitement on her face.
He guessed that the Princess should be extremely outspoken in her character, seeing Rong Lian's envious face.
As it turned out, he heard countless exaggerated versions of the restaurant incident the next day.
It was rumored, but the most exaggerated was that one look at the Princess would cause one's head to fall off.
The first time Rong Yi saw Princess Jinxiu was the day of the Lantern Festival.
Rong Lian insisted on dragging him along.
He had doted on his sister since childhood and almost always responded to her demands.
Distinguished ladies of all families gathered in front of the Guest House gate, waiting for the arrival of that legendary Princess.
From the moment he saw the Princess descend from the carriage, he felt as though his heart was throbbing a little faster.
Before him was a pure and elegant face of a young girl of twelve or thirteen years of age.
She was dressed in a light green dress, embroidered with budding hibiscus flowers at the corners of her skirt.
She wore a pearl hairpin on her head, while her soft white cheeks looked smooth and delicate compared to the pearls.
Rong Lian walked forward to meet and introduce herself.
When she turned her head towards him, a clear pair of eyes gazed at him.
Her blushing cheeks were smiling, and her expression was so natural and soulful.
He rushed forward to salute, "Rong Yi greets Fourth Princess."
"There is no need to be polite. Let's go."
Before him, a person with good manners, a clear and pleasant voice.
Rong Yi felt that, indeed, rumors could not be trusted.
After that, they went to the Lantern Festival together.
Compared to the gentle and courteous manner when they met, the Princess at the Lantern Festival was more naive.
He watched her buy gifts for her own maidservant generously and occasionally tease with his own sister.
They laughed together, and his mood seemed to become brighter.
He was not a naive boy who could not open his eyes to love.
When he realized that his gaze would unconsciously follow her, he chose to stay on edge right away.
What he could not think of was her.
He saw her sitting alone by the window on the boathouse.
She was thin and lonely, seemingly out of place in the world.
His legs, his hands, and everything in his body went towards her beyond his control.
His desire was to break that loneliness.
He wanted to be in her world.
When he heard that she seemed unwilling to be given in marriage, it chilled his heart.
Did she have someone in mind?
In his head, he quickly thought through all the young men of his age and did not find one who was particularly close to her.
The idea of bestowing marriage somehow raised a sliver of hope in his heart.
He wondered if he was on the list.
She and his little sister played a lot in the following days, going out day after day for fun.
All he could do was to keep his feelings at the bottom of his heart.
He was satisfied as long as he saw her sometimes.
He had thought he could control it.
Who knew that as she grew up, he began to get more and more anxious.
After reaching maturity, she would be given away for marriage.
She was not an ordinary lady.
There was no chance for him to even pursue her.
It was not until the marriage was given to him that he saw the sighing and disappointed expressions of all the people in the house, only he was overwhelmed with overwhelming joy.
While he pretended to be unaffected during the day and with his parents lamenting his future in politics, he returned to bed at night, hugging the quilt and laughing out loud.
On the night of the wedding, Rong Yi personally removed with his hands the veil. He couldn't help but look a little dumbfounded as he watched the girl he had long desired sitting in front of him.
Her big red wedding dress, red lips and white teeth, and her delicate face looked better than a few years ago.
The sound of her clear and melodious voice rang in his ears, and it was only then that he snapped back to his senses.
"We are already husband and wife. Why this distant? You can call me Jinxiu. I’ll call you Ah Yi, okay?"
All Rong Yi could feel was his heart beating like thunder and his face flushed.
"This is not following the rules."
"There are only you and me here. Let's not concern ourselves with this in private."
He called out the name he had been thinking about that he didn't dare to declare in his heart.
He was extremely satisfied in his heart.
What merit and career, he did not want anymore.
However, Rong Yi's happy days ended after the birth of Rong Shu.
His son was his rival in his previous life.
After years of trying, he knew that Ah Jin did not love him and that he still could not be part of Ah Jin's world.
However, that status was amplified to the extreme after the birth of Rong Shu.
Ah Jin was so focused on the child that she became even more estranged from him.
There was even a sneaking restlessness in his heart.
For him, he always felt that something would happen.
When he went to his friends one day to talk to them as usual, they made fun of him for being a wife slave and jealous of his son.
While he was arguing with his friends, the retainer of his residence barged in.
"Master, there is an emergency in the Residence. Hurry back and take a look."
The restlessness in Rong Yi's heart became a reality.
He immediately rushed back to the Residence at a fast pace.
As soon as he opened the door to his room, he saw Ah Jin hanging from the beam of the room.
His body felt cold, and the blood in his body froze.
He and some maids brought Ah Jin down.
His trembling hands gently tested the breathing of the person in his arms.
The faint breath under her nose made the blood in his body began to flow.
Thankfully, he hadn't lost her yet.
After the Imperial Doctor's treatment, Ah Jin slowly regained consciousness. Rong Yi watched the usually clear and lively eyes, but now there was only weakness and despair.
His heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife.
It was so painful that he couldn't hold back and cried on her shoulder.
He had always known that Ah Jin's character appeared to be gentle and easy-going, but in fact, she was a powerful and brave woman at her core.
It was a good thing that he knew, but he didn't properly take care of her.
Rong Yi felt incredibly guilty.
As a result of this, the Emperor took the opportunity to weaken the power of the Marquis.
There was no way for his mother to have Rong Shu back again.
A decision was made in Rong Yi's mind when he saw his wife and son.
He knelt down in front of his parents to apologize and volunteered to move to the Princess's Palace with Ah Jin to live with his wife and son.
In the past, the rules have been like this.
Still, with the change of dynasties, the royal family wasn't particularly concerned about where the Princess lived after marriage.
Ah Jin understood that their Marquis family had few children and did not propose to move to live in the Princess's Palace.
After that incident, Rong Yi firmly wanted to move to the Princess's Palace.
He didn't want to lose Ah Jin again.
Madam Marquis slammed her tea bowl in anger.
"You unfilial son. Do you know what you are talking about? If you moved to the Princess's Palace, it would mean that there would be no more relationship with the Marquis."
On his knees, Rong Yi said with red eyes, "Mother, since ancient times, the consort's side had to move to the Princess's Palace! We cannot take it for granted just because of Ah Jin's compromise. The Emperor has already blamed us for what happened today, and if something else happens in the future, can the Marquis really afford it?"
The Marquis, who had gotten tossed and aged by several years, was already starting to gray at the sides of his ears. He angrily scolded, "Madam! Stop it. This is what Yi'er said is right."
The Marquis was naturally not a lady from the back of the house.
His vision was of something more long-term.
"At any rate, Rong Shu's surname is Rong, and he is our first grandson. This will not change. Wherever you live is the same. Yi'er you find a good day to move there with the Princess."
From then on, Rong Yi and Jinxiu moved to the Princess's Palace.
Free from the disturbance of outsiders, their relationship also became better and better.
He found that since Jinxiu came back from the death's door, her personality had become much softer, and her aloofness had disappeared.
In addition, her eyes had become warm and sincere.
She no longer gave him a sense of estrangement.
That was a good thing.
Wasn't that what he wanted?
But at night, when it was quiet, he would always think of her smiling appearance when she was young.
When they got married, she would always look at him calmly.
In her eyes, she reflected his form, yet there was no trace of emotion in her eyes.
The present was undoubtedly very good, but Rong Yi still felt that something was missing.
Perhaps it was an illusion.