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Chapter 302 Love Letter

Seeing Yuan Jie's eyebrows knitted together at such a young age, Zhou Chang grabbed his shoulder and said, "I believe you don't have to worry. Let's go. You don't have to mention this to your father when you go back, lest he worry."

"Your Highness..." At this time, the skinny monkey called out again from the side.

Zhou Chang then remembered and asked again: "By the way, what happened in front?"

The skinny monkey hesitated, and seemed even more embarrassed to speak.

Zhou Chang had already walked forward with Yuan Jie. Without hearing the answer, he turned back to look at the thin monkey: "What? Is there something you can't say?"

"It's related to the princess." The skinny monkey kept hinting at Zhou Chang with his eyes.

Yuan Qi?

Zhou Chang really couldn't think of what else could happen?

At this moment, Aunt Jing appeared out of nowhere again, clutching a piece of paper tightly in her hand, and rushed over: "Hey, Prince, where have you been?"

"Aunt Jing, what happened ahead?" Aunt Jing looked anxious. Zhou Chang could no longer stroll leisurely and had to walk quickly to meet her.

Several people behind him followed, and except for the skinny monkey, they all looked at each other in confusion.

Aunt Jing stuffed the paper into Zhou Chang's hand without paying attention to the people behind her: "Your Highness, take a look, I don't know which wicked person spread these papers in front of you, what are they saying?"

Zhou Chang unfolded the paper and leaned under a red lantern to the side, barely able to make out the words.

I don’t recognize the first word.

My eyes focused on the first vertical column on the left hand side, and the first two characters were "Qihua". Aren't these Yuan Qi's characters?

Zhou Chang's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

Scanning further down, I saw rows and rows of densely packed small traditional Chinese characters. Apart from the neat and beautiful handwriting and the style of classical Chinese, I had no idea what was being written.

"What exactly is written on it?" Zhou Chang was also annoyed and handed the paper back to Zhong Yu behind him.

Zhong Yu took it and looked at it carefully under the lamp.

Aunt Jing couldn't wait any longer: "I didn't have time to take a closer look, but now everyone says that this is a love letter written by the new number one scholar to Miss Yuan, no, she is now our princess."

"Love letter?" Zhou Chang snatched the paper again and wanted to read the contents, but it became increasingly difficult to read. In the end, he only found the word "Fei" in the signature, and an unrecognizable oval red seal underneath.

Wen Fei’s love letter to Yuan Qi?

It is not impossible.

But why are these love letters here?

Zhou Chang's heart felt as if it was filled with lead and had fallen into an ice cave, sinking down, feeling cold and panicky.

In the yard ahead, the noisy voices gradually became clearer. Although it was impossible to hear what people were saying, it was obviously very different from the previous celebratory sounds of congratulations.

Anyway, let’s go to the front and take a look first.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chang quickened his pace.

As soon as you enter the central courtyard, the lights are on, as bright as day. The original bright red festive scene has turned into a bustling scene with white paper flying everywhere.

At the banquet, no one had the appetite to eat. Almost everyone held a piece of paper in their hands, pointing and talking, passing it around while chatting and laughing, and occasionally making noises of laughter and jokes.

"Being heartless is not as painful as being affectionate. One inch can become thousands of strands. The ends of the earth have their limits, but longing for you has no end." A man recited to the letter below, and at the end he praised, "What a beautiful writing."

"When Fei passes the imperial examination, he will surely be able to 'wear a red dowry and tie a knot of love, and the green trees and flowers will bloom with twin lotus stems. The two hearts will be reflected and the hands will be held, and they will be connected forever.' What a brilliant literary talent, he is worthy of being the top scholar." Another person echoed, holding up the letter paper.

……

Zhou Chang only had a sneer in his heart, not knowing whether it was a genuine compliment or a sarcasm.

On this side, there are literate fake literati criticizing in the crowd, while on the other side, Wen Qingyan is standing out from the crowd.

The only person who stands out from the crowd is Wen Qingyan.

His face was ashen, he was in a daze, his mind was lost, his eyes were empty like a dead person, but he still held a few pieces of paper tightly in his hands, and his body was like catkins in the wind, as if it could float away at any time.

As soon as I saw Wen Qingyan's expression, I knew those love letters were real.

Zhou Chang couldn't help but clench the one in his hand.

"Oh, ninth brother, why did you take so long?" Prince Rong saw Zhou Chang coming over and was heartbroken, holding a piece of paper in his hand. "It's obvious that someone did this on purpose. What should I do?"

Zhou Chang stood there without moving, unable to answer. His pair of bright phoenix eyes turned into full moons for the first time and scanned the entire audience.

Only then did some people gradually notice that Prince Yi had reappeared, and they gradually lowered their voices.

Looking around, it seems that Wen Qingyan has written quite a few love letters.

There were nearly three hundred people, and everyone had a few in their hands, with some left over, and quite a few even fell on the ground.

But where did these letters come from and how were they dispersed?

Zhou Chang subconsciously turned around to look at Yuan Jie and He Xi.

Yuanjie and He Xi had obviously just learned about what had happened.

The two of them had just picked up one and took a few glances at it together, both of them unable to believe it.

Yuanjie was a child after all and could no longer speak.

He Xi's voice trembled, and he made hand gestures unconsciously: "I calculated with my fingers, and the master's house was robbed a few days ago. Could it be, could it be that time..."

Zhou Chang snatched the letter from Prince Rong's hand and looked through it carefully.

She didn't want to take a close look at the contents of the letter, but there was a word "Fei" at the end of the letter, and the seal could also be clearly seen: four large characters "Wen Fei Qing Yan" written in the same handwriting on a red background.

In other words, these letters were all written by Wen Qingyan to Yuan Qi and were stolen from Yuan Qi.

How much does Yuan Qi love Wen Qingyan that she traveled thousands of miles from Beiji to Jindu, carrying with her a box of letters written to her by Wen Qingyan?

Zhou Chang didn't feel anything, but this thought popped up in his mind and he felt uncomfortable again.

"Aunt Jing," Zhou Chang handed the paper in his hand back to Aunt Jing and whispered, "Go and confirm whether these papers were lost by Miss Yuan."

Although I have a rough guess, I still want a definite answer.

"Eh, eh..." Aunt Jing was also dumbfounded. She mechanically did as she was told and left quickly.

Looking back again, Zhou Chang was frightened by the gazes of everyone present and paused again.

Today is Prince Yi's wedding, which is also her wedding. I don't know who is deliberately making trouble, but if they make things difficult for Prince Yi and Yuan Qi, they are making things difficult for her.

Thinking of this, anger overwhelmed me.

Zhou Chang raised his mouth into a beautiful arc, trying to hold the scene, looking up and saying loudly: "Why are you all standing there? We must eat and drink well tonight. Come on, serve the wine, a new round for each table, and drums and music? Play the music, we must have a lively night tonight, and we won't leave until we are drunk."

"Yes..." The palace maids and servants who were watching the excitement around them finally came to their senses and reacted hastily.