In the end, after picking the suitors out according to Lin Nianzhiâs ideals, the one who best suited her ideal type was actually Du Jingruo, the son of the Minister of Rites with a mole on the corner of his eye.
Lin Nianzhi read Du Jingruoâs portrait over and over before she finally made a final decision, âIâll take him!â
Having said that, the palace servants were called in to present the portrait to Emperor Lin.
Lin Feilu suddenly grabbed her wrist, âWait!â
Lin Nianzhi looked at Lin Feilu curiously.
Although Lin Feilu knew that her words were merely nonsense, she couldnât help it, âEldest Imperial sister, you have never seen him before. You only set a life-long event of yours based on a portrait. What if things turn out to be different from what you imagined; what would you do then?â
The modern concept of free love was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so she wasnât indifferent to it.
Lin Nianzhi was stunned for a moment and then smiled casually, âAlthough itâs been like this for a long time now. Yet youâre right. As princesses, we still have the right and privilege to choose our husbands. Those women among the common folk donât even get a chance to select their spouses.â
The Eldest Princess, who always had something to say, was surprisingly rather open in this regard.
After Consort Huiâs accident, she seemed to have matured a lot overnight.
She saw that Lin Feiluâs face was still like a ball of worried wrinkles, so she smiled and patted her side buns, âDonât worry, itâs the son of the Minister of Rites. At any rate, it wonât be that bad,â She paused, not knowing what to think as her eyes suddenly lit up, âNow if my dear little sister is that worried, why donât we go and see him for yourself?â
Lin Feilu asked, âYou have the authority to arrange for me to meet him?â
Lin Nianzhi, âOf course we canât go out conspicuously, but we can always go secretly!â
After being here for so long, Lin Feilu had never left the palace. Hence, she was instantly moved when she heard Lin Nianzhiâs words.
The Great Lin Empireâs customs were relatively open and the restrictions on women were not as strict as they were in some eras, which could be seen from the fact that Noble Consort Xi was able to fight enemies and pick up martial arts.
It wasnât an unforgivable sin for the Princesses to leave the palace either; all they needed was the Emperorâs consent.
This was easy to handleâ Lin Feilu acted like a spoiled brat, saying that she had never been out of the Palace even though she was already this old. Added to the fact that she had never seen the prosperous folk living under the rule of her Father Emperor, he immediately approved her request happily.
Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the two naturally shouldnât make a big splash in public. Emperor Lin asked the two leaders of the Forbidden Troops to accompany them and even secretly arranged some shadow guards to protect them.
Lin Feilu put on an ordinary and inconspicuous dress as she followed Lin Nianzhi into the carriage, staggering out of the palace.
This was Lin Feiluâs third time venturing out of the palace. The first two trips out of the palace seemed to be a lot colder than being in the palace in terms of atmosphere and tension. Yet as of this moment, as the carriage gradually drove out of the palace, the hustle and bustle of the market also echoed in their ears, a warm atmosphere compared to her previous outings.
The carriage first took them to a small courtyard outside the palace, and the leader of the troops also changed into light-coloured clothing that made him blend in with the crowd like a chameleon.
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