Prince's Residence, bedchamber.
Yun Menglan gently and carefully straightened Fang Heng's collar, her movements tender and meticulous.
Her eyes were lowered, with a faint softness lingering between her brows.
She looked like a virtuous wife seeing her husband off.
Yet this scene stirred an odd feeling in Fang Heng's heart.
It was as though Yun Menglan, his little wife, was sending him off to a blind date.
The Plum Blossom Banquet sounded elegant enough—going to admire plum blossoms.
But throughout Yujing City, who did not know that today's Plum Blossom Banquet was a matchmaking gathering for the imperial princes and Shang Hongye?
The gambling houses had long since been packed to the brim.
"Your Highness, at today's Plum Blossom Banquet, you must leave a good impression on Miss Shang."
"Even if you cannot win Miss Shang's favor, at the very least, you must not offend Prince Zhenbei's residence."
Yun Menglan spoke softly and gently.
"Menglan, I know."
After leaving the Prince's Residence, Fang Heng rode in a carriage.
The wheels rumbled along the road in a low drone.
Fang Heng's heart was as calm as a still sea, without the slightest trace of nervousness.
As the saying went, without desire or pursuit, there would be no disappointment.
To others, Shang Hongye might be a choice morsel.
But to Fang Heng, she was undoubtedly a scalding hot potato.
Thus, Fang Heng had not prepared to offer a military manual. He had merely asked Yun Menglan to prepare a modest gift.
With the way he was acting, he did not believe Shang Hongye would choose him.
Before long, he arrived at Shang Residence.
As Prince Zhenbei's residence in the capital, Shang Residence had always been heavily guarded.
Today, even more arrays had been set up, layer upon layer, spiritual light flickering everywhere.