The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 950 - 944: Joy for Some, Sorrow for Others

Lin Qianqing watched him with a stern face and said, "No wonder, entering the master’s room without even knocking. Cousin, send this maid to my mother’s place, and I guarantee she’ll be well-trained within three days."

Gu Youyou couldn’t help but give a wry smile and replied, "Alright, I’ll send her over tomorrow."

Lun Yu was quite smart; while Lin Qianqing was scolding him, he stood quietly aside and didn’t say a word, or else Gu Youyou really feared he might talk back and give himself away.

Lin Qianqing didn’t bother with the unruly maid anymore, put on her cloak, picked up her food box, and prepared to leave.

"I have to return today, but when the weather improves, I’ll host a flower-viewing event, cousin, you should come too."

"Sure, just send me an invitation, and I’ll be there, provided that your mother allows it," Gu Youyou said with a smile.

"Don’t worry, with an invitation from Prince Jin Residence, she won’t refuse."

There’s a solution for every policy, and that solution was using the influence of Prince Jin Residence—they both laughed.

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After sending Lin Qianqing away from the residence, Gu Youyou hurried back to her own courtyard.

"How did it go?"

Lun Yu only mentioned that he was fortunate enough to enjoy a hearty meal at Jin Zijin’s and had Gu Youyou’s pastries to look forward to upon his return; he almost didn’t want to leave.

He said, "He’s doing very well, attended by a personal servant, dining on fine dishes every meal, looking hearty and well-fed."

Thinking about the phrases "fine dishes" and "well-fed," Gu Youyou couldn’t help but shiver with disgust. Her expression darkened, and she snatched the cake from Lun Yu’s hands, angrily saying, "Speak properly, did he ask you to deliver any message to me?"

Lun Yu swallowed his mouthful, eyes fixed on the object in Gu Youyou’s hand, and said, "Yes, he mentioned that there will be good news soon, and told you to be ready and not to worry about him."

Good news? Gu Youyou recalled what Lin Qianqing had said earlier, almost guessing it completely—she gleefully pursed her lips and asked, "What good news?"

Lun Yu shook his head and replied, "He didn’t specify, but you’ll know when the time comes."

Lun Yu didn’t reveal to Gu Youyou that he no longer needed to hide; thus, he continued to pretend to be a maid, living a comfortable and lazy life in her courtyard.

Soon, the imperial decree was posted—Empress Dowager was personally going to select a consort for the newly returned Crown Prince. Any marriageable woman of good family and outstanding beauty could register to participate; such criteria set the whole city abuzz.

Did this mean that even commoners had a chance?

It wasn’t just Beijing; upon receiving the news, nearby cities, whoever could make it on time, rushed to Beijing to try for the position of Crown Prince Consort.

The Emperor announced to the world that the long Princess was an imposter, and the real Crown Prince had returned. It hadn’t been long before this rapid announcement to select a consort for the Crown Prince under such criteria—naturally, this sudden appearance of the Crown Prince became the talk of the town.

Everyone was jubilant, except for that imposter Princess.

Her loyal servants, most of whom had been detained in the Imperial Palace, while those few left at the General Residence, knowing that she wasn’t the true princess, naturally changed their attitudes completely.

Today, Jin Fengzhao hadn’t yet managed to have breakfast, and as noon approached, her stomach growled with hunger.

She picked up a vase intending to throw it, then thought twice; if broken, she wouldn’t have plenty of silver to buy another, so she hastily put the vase down and drew her hand back.

"Has everyone gotten itchy skin? I’m hungry, serve the morning meal."