Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 773 - 774: The Matchmaker Comes to the Door (3)_1

Chapter 773: Chapter 774: The Matchmaker Comes to the Door (3)_1

When the guests waiting downstairs heard this, they couldn’t help but jump. The man in question, who was proposing marriage, turned out to be from the infamously renowned Guangling Prince’s Mansion within the capital. The Guangling Prince’s Mansion could be considered as having one of the most notorious reputations in the capital. The root cause for this reputation was quite strange - it was simply because all the successive Princes of Guangling were known for their lustful behaviors.

In the past, the first Prince of Guangling had earned merits from the dragon. Later on, he voluntarily returned his military power to Emperor Jin, winning the Emperor’s favor. The Emperor, aware of his love for beauty, had once gifted him thirty beautiful concubines. Surprisingly, he accepted all of them and eventually died from exhaustion on his bed. His son was no better; after inheriting the title of the Prince of Guangling, he died of venereal disease because he had sought after the most voluptuous prostitute in the capital. His grandson then inherited the throne. This new Prince of Guangling was the worst of the lot; unambitious and spent his days researching chamber techniques with a group of Jianghu Taoists, buying hundreds of young girls as trinkets. The mansion was shrouded in darkness and degeneracy. The current crown prince of Guangling was also fond of women, spending his days pursuing promiscuous pleasures, indulging in debase activities that caused him to be despised lavishly.

Therefore, in the hearts of the common people of the capital, the Guangling Prince’s Mansion was nothing more than a filthy, sleazy place. Hearing that Mu Zhongqing had rejected the proposal from the Guangling royal prince, everyone present didn’t dare to speak out, but in their hearts, they all silently praised him!

Matchmaker Zhang left in a huff. A moment later, Mu Zhongqing descended the stairs, his usual scholarly and elegant face for the first time showing a hint of anger.

Zhao Yun, after sending off the last customer, asked with concern, "Boss, shouldn’t we go to the cloth dealer’s to bring Second Miss back in case...."

Mu Zhongqing waved his hand and spoke confidently, "No need, this is the Imperial city, under the Emperor’s feet, they wouldn’t dare to cause trouble. Moreover, Fei’er is keen on learning the art of Shu Embroidery from Nanny Xi, even if we bring her back, she will refuse to come. Besides, she has a reliable person around her, so there’s no need to worry!"

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When Brother Parrot saw that Huo Yuan had left the gates of Ying Tianfu, he immediately conveyed the news of him being freed to Cai Wei. Cai Wei was overjoyed upon hearing this news. It was good that he had been released, and spared the sufferings of the prison cell. Otherwise, she would definitely feel guilty.

After learning that Huo Yuan was unharmed, she entered her space, took out a piece of paper and pen, and started drawing at the desk.

She had always wanted to have a decent boudoir in her space, something with intricately carved orchid windows, reflecting the classic beauty of a lady’s boudoir, a place where she can completely relax.

Of course, every piece of furniture in the boudoir has to be to her liking, and has to be designed by herself. Now, she was not lacking money nor manpower, the only thing she was missing was time. Therefore, she took advantage of her free time to draw blueprints for every piece of furniture in her boudoir, and noted down the precise measurements for each of them.

All these pieces of furniture were designed by combining the best features of ancient and modern furniture. They were aesthetically pleasing, practical, and if manufactured and sold, would certainly be popular.

Drawing blueprints was a slow task, especially when sketching the intricate designs on the furniture one stroke at a time, hence taking up quite a bit of time.

Cai Wei was engrossed in her design, spending the entire morning drawing until her stomach began to grumble, reminding her that it was lunchtime.

Just then, the cold voice of Chai Feng sounded from outside, prompting her to hurry out of her space.

"Royal Consort, it’s time for lunch. May I help you by bringing in your lunch?"

Once again, Chai Feng was appointed by Nangong Yi to serve this woman, naturally making him unhappy. However, even though his mood was down, he didn’t slack off in his duties. Because the Master had instructed him to take good care of this woman, he had specially captured a wild chicken from a nearby mountain to prepare lunch for her.