Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: Words Written, Buried Away

According to the traditions of the imperial palace, palace Servants and guards marry in the evening.

Thus, the next day, Bai Zhi’er did not forget to accompany Fu Xiru for a walk in the garden during the day.

Upon returning, Fu Xiru drank medicine and felt quite spirited.

"Zhi’er, help me grind the ink, I want to practice calligraphy," Fu Xiru said with a gentle smile.

"Of course!" Bai Zhi’er immediately busied herself.

Fu Xiru’s calligraphy was grand and elegant, a clear sign of proper guidance.

After she finished writing, she called Bai Zhi’er to join her and went to the courtyard with a little shovel.

Bai Zhi’er watched Fu Xiru start digging under the tree and was somewhat surprised.

"Lady, you should rest, let me do it."

Fu Xiru’s body hadn’t recovered well enough for such laborious work.

Bai Zhi’er huffed and puffed as she dug up the soil, discovering a brocade box already buried inside.

Once opened, the box was filled with neatly stacked sheets of paper.

"Lady, why do you bury your practice sheets every time?"

Fu Xiru chuckled softly: "Bury them today, dig them up in two years, and reflect on the state of mind at that time, there will be a sense of change over time."

Bai Zhi’er then stacked the new sheets inside as well.

She buried them again.

She murmured, "If it rains, won’t they get soaked?"

Fu Xiru looked up at the ginkgo tree: "The roots of the ginkgo tree love moisture; any rainwater will be absorbed by them first."

"Moreover, the box prepared by the palace is made of Golden Nanmu, rest assured, when the time comes in two years, you will unearth it with me."

Bai Zhi’er froze for just a second, then nodded with teary eyes, "Alright!"

Two years later...

Fu Xiru wouldn’t actually see two years later.

Thinking about this, Bai Zhi’er feared Fu Xiru would notice her tears, and quickly bent down to arrange the soil, using it as a cover for her red eyes.

Gearing towards her purpose here, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help asking, "Lady, do you have anything special you wish to accomplish?"

Fu Xiru lowered her eyes and looked at Bai Zhi’er warmly, smiling: "I just want to see you get married."

Bai Zhi’er blushed: "Isn’t it happening tonight? I mean, do you have any other wishes, for yourself?"

Fu Xiru pondered: "Hmm... it seems I don’t, let me think about it and I’ll tell you."

Bai Zhi’er still wanted to prompt her to think more thoroughly.

But Fu Xiru gently held her hand and joked: "You little flower cat, the dirt has gotten all over your face."

"Let’s go, I’ll take you for a wash." With that, she led Bai Zhi’er back into the hall.

Bai Zhi’er wanted to inquire further but had to give it up.

Soon, the hour turned to evening.

Long Xiyuan specially postponed other affairs to come to Changle Hall, accompanying the Empress and sending Bai Zhi’er off to her marriage.

The wedding banquet was very simple and swift, yet witnessed and blessed by both the Emperor and Empress, attracting the attention of all palace attendants.

Thus, under the ginkgo tree in the courtyard of Changle Hall.

The red wedding table was set, with the Emperor and Empress seated in the high hall position.

Fu Xiru smiled warmly, looking at Bai Zhi’er adorned with a red veil.

Today, Feng Fuce was dressed in wedding attire, accentuating his strong waist, long legs, and fair, handsome face.

A perfect pair of golden boy and jade girl.

Amidst the official from the Ministry of Rites announcing the rituals, they bowed to heaven and earth, then to the high hall.

Finally, amidst the laughter of the palace attendants and the Emperor and Empress, Bai Zhi’er was escorted to the prepared side chamber.

Since this was the imperial palace, there was no detailed process of a bridal chamber disturbance.

Moreover, Feng Fuce was the head of the Imperial Guards and had a night duty.

So no one dared to offer him drinks.