Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 1026 - 1015: Ever-Victorious General

"Qiu’er, do you know the Prime Minister’s daughter?"

"Shang Wenjun? I don’t." Ye Qiu replied indifferently.

"Then why did she send you an invitation?" Mei Wanwan frowned and asked her, "It says there’s a Plum Blossom Banquet, are you going to attend?"

"Does it mention anyone else attending?" Lin Jiao asked while feeding her daughter.

"It only mentions a few girls who usually play together. I haven’t socialized for a long time, so I’m not sure about which families are involved."

"I don’t support going. Our Qiu’er doesn’t have any ties with them. From my experience, it’s nothing more than writing poetry, painting, with some scheming mixed in. They’ve never invited Qiu’er before, so who knows what their intentions are now." Lin Jiao said dismissively.

"Isn’t it perhaps impolite? If word gets out that our Qiu’er doesn’t think much of them, wouldn’t it damage her reputation?" Mei Wanwan said worriedly, adding, "It also mentions that the Prime Minister’s son will invite some aristocratic young men. I think it’s better to go; you might meet someone suitable there."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiao was also intrigued. Although she said a cousin was suitable yesterday, she felt her young sister-in-law deserved better, so she changed her mind and said, "In that case, there’s no harm in going. Qiu’er is now the First-rank Marquis Changning; they wouldn’t dare to act recklessly."

While they wouldn’t dare act recklessly, embarrassing her was still possible. In her past life, she was just a martial artist, reading only the secret martial arts manuals or military strategies, and ended up being asked to compose poetry.

She certainly couldn’t compose poetry, then those women suggested painting, which she also couldn’t do. They then said they wouldn’t bully her and asked her to perform martial arts.

She was a dignified First-rank Marquis and was asked to perform in public for them? Yet if she refused at the time, it seemed like she had no talents at all.

In the end, the Crown Prince intervened, and it was that incident that made her feel good about him, gradually falling into his trap.

This time around, she would still go; isn’t it just poetry? She recalled many brilliant poems from a different era that could easily overshadow theirs! As for painting, she wondered if they had any insights into the brand-new style?

"What should you wear if you want to go? Making new clothes is too late, but palace attire is too formal; your old clothes are out of style. It’s my fault for not preparing social attire for you." Mei Wanwan anxiously reproached herself.

"No need to be too deliberate, just wear regular clothes. It’s said it’ll snow that day, didn’t I bring some fur back? Just use that to make a cloak." Ye Qiu replied nonchalantly.

"Indeed, Ye Xing." Second Sister-in-law Lin Jiao clapped her hands, "I’ve checked those furs, they’re good, but time is tight. I’ll have the mansion’s needlework room expedite making it for you."

"When I got married, Mother gave me a set of ruby jewelry as a dowry. I don’t use such bright things anymore; I’ll have someone send it over to you." Mei Wanwan looked at Ye Qiu’s clean neck and headwear with some dissent, "Young girls should be a bit brighter."

"Elder sister-in-law, that was given to you by Aunt. If you don’t use it, you could give it to Mumu’s wife someday!" Ye Qiu declined.

Mei Wanwan laughed, "But who knows how many years that will be? Yesterday you gave your sister-in-law a box of jewelry, how could giving you a set of ornaments be inappropriate? Take it, no refusals."

Ye Qiu felt very touched, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

"We’re family, why keep thanking each other? As long as you’re well, your sister-in-law is happy."

On the snowy day, goose feather snow indeed began to fall from the sky, very appropriate for the occasion. Ye Qiu wore a red riding outfit underneath a White Fox cloak, her hair tied high using two ruby hairpins, lending a simple yet elegant look.

"Are you really not taking the carriage?"

"No, I’ll ride. It’s cold, you two sister-in-law should go inside quickly." Ye Qiu waved at them, turned, and rode her horse out of the street.

Her white cloak and black horse were truly striking, garnering a lot of attention.

"General Ye? Are you also going to the Prime Minister’s?" The voice came from inside a luxurious carriage. Ye Qiu looked up and saw the Crown Prince gazing at her with joy.

"Your Highness!" Ye Qiu cupped her hands, now being a First-rank Marquis herself, she no longer needed to kneel constantly.

The carriage traveled beside Ye Qiu, the Crown Prince looked up at her, "I am also heading to the Prime Minister’s, why not go together?"

"Sure." Ye Qiu nodded in agreement but did not dismount, maintaining a two to three-meter distance from the carriage.

The Crown Prince sighed helplessly, yet said nothing further, instructing the eunuch to lift the curtain so he could converse with Ye Qiu.

"Has the General always been this cold in temperament?"

"I’ve been like this since childhood."

"Do you also communicate this way with the border generals?"

"Military discipline is strict; joking is not appropriate."

"What about at home? I hear your two sister-in-laws are very gentle, and your nieces and nephews are still young. Are you as cold to them as you are to me?" The Crown Prince asked very directly.

Ye Qiu replied just as directly, "Naturally, it’s different."

The Crown Prince initially thought she would either plainly agree or casually brush him off, surprised at her candid acknowledgment.

This General Ye was indeed different from what he imagined!

Yet it’s precisely this that makes her more intriguing, more reassuring, don’t you think? People with weaknesses are easier to control; if she were truly cold-hearted, he’d have to adopt a different approach.

Today, due to the Crown Prince’s arrival, the Prime Minister’s son personally waited at the gate, alongside the Prime Minister’s daughter, Shang Wenjun.

She was dressed in her usual moon-white gown underneath a White Fox cloak identical to Ye Qiu’s, only her cloak held more grandeur, with layered skirts swaying in the wind, occasionally revealing delicate embroidered shoes, uniquely exquisite.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Greetings, Marquis Changning!" Both greeted the Crown Prince and Ye Qiu at the same time.

"No need for formalities, today’s chill, why greet personally? Next time, no need to be so ceremonious." The Crown Prince said amiably, yet his gaze never settled on Shang Wenjun.

And Shang Wenjun’s face showed no sign of disappointment, to a casual observer, it would be hard to tell that these two had long been privately acquainted.

In her past life, Ye Qiu suffered greatly under their schemes, always regarding Tong Yingxin as a rival in love, when Tong Yingxin was merely a pawn pushed forward by Shang Wenjun.

Her father is the Prime Minister; although the Emperor intends to pass the throne to the Crown Prince, the Prime Minister holds power and rank, and the suspicious Your Majesty fears foreign relatives wielding power and ministers holding excessive influence, so he would never let the Prime Minister’s legitimate daughter become the Empress, hence they kept their relationship hidden.