"What method are you thinking of?" Mo Yun and Mo Lei didn't catch on for a moment.

Shooting the two a fierce glare, Long Xuanmo's handsome face flushed slightly, but he still revealed his intentions to his trusted aides, "I, the prince, am fond of Ah Jiu!"

The Prince is fond of Ms. Yang? Does that mean the Prince has finally come to his senses?

"Go at once!" Seeing that the two were still staring blankly at him, Long Xuanmo's face darkened, "Remember, I want Ah Jiu to marry me willingly, warn Jiang Zhongxun not to resort to his dirty tricks!"

"Yes, I will send the message to Mr. Jiang right away!" Mo Lei excitedly left the study.

Over the years, they and the military officers had been worried about teaching the Prince about love, and unexpectedly, the Prince had suddenly come to his senses. They believed that the Prince Mansion would soon have a lady of the house, which was wonderful news!

Mo Yun thought the same, but then he considered the temperament of Ms. Yang, especially since she was still so young and unmarried. It seemed the Prince's journey to pursue a wife would be a long and difficult one.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed. That evening, just after the Yang family had finished dinner, Nangong Yelin and his wife, along with Nangong Lingfei, arrived at the Yang family home, travel-weary and dust-covered.

"Aunt, are you really willing to accept Ling Yan?" Right after exchanging greetings, Lady Nangong couldn't wait to ask Madam Yang Zhou.

It was no wonder she was so eager; Ling Yan was too valiant and had a not so positive reputation in The Capital. Not to mention famous aristocratic families, even those of slightly better birth were avoiding her like the plague, and no one sought her hand in marriage; those who did were up to no good, and she and her husband certainly did not agree.

After receiving the letter from Lingfei, learning that Yang Chengxuan wanted to take Ling Yan as his wife, she and her husband were surprised at first, but then overjoyed. The Yang family were of simple nature, close-knit, and not bound by too many rules. Such a good family, voluntarily seeking to marry Ling Yan, how could they not seize the opportunity?

As for the family precepts, just as Lingfei said, the youngest sister cared most about her family members. Even if she truly married Prince Chen as a consort, she would not involve her family in the royal court's strife, and as in-laws, they would be even less likely to do so. In this way, they would not be violating the family precepts.

Madam Yang Zhou smiled and nodded, "Ling Yan is a good child, and she and Xuan'er are truly in love. Our family sincerely desires to ask for her hand in marriage, but we do not know if you have any objections?"

"No objections, we have no objections!" Lady Nangong breathed a sigh of relief, finally at ease.

Sensing a hint of eagerness to be free of a burden in Lady Nangong's tone, the Yang family were all stunned. Could it be that Second Young Lady Nangong had some hidden affliction?

Yang Mengchen remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was pleased. Seeing his family looking at him, he slightly shook his head.

The Yang family members were reassured.

Realizing her words and actions could have led to misunderstandings, Lady Nangong quickly explained, "You must know, after spending a few years living with the people from the escort agency, Ling Yan is somewhat fond of martial arts and doesn't take well to restraints, but everything else is very good.

We believe once Ling Yan and Chengxuan are married and have children, she will likely not be so martially inclined."

"That's not a problem, Xuan'er is also fond of martial arts, and the two children practice their skills together every day. This will probably enhance their relationship," Wu Xuehua was very satisfied with this future daughter-in-law, "Rest assured, our family will not constrain Ling Yan."

Yang Chengxuan discreetly tugged at the sleeve of the person next to him, Yang Mengchen, who blinked when he looked over.

Yang Chengxuan's handsome face flushed with color, and he then stood up, walked over to Nangong Yelin and his wife, clasped his fists in both hands, bowed deeply, and declared with great emphasis, "I thank Uncle and Auntie, and big brother Ling Fei for their blessing. I swear that in this life, Yanyan will be my only wife, to cherish, love, and protect her.

I will not let Yanyan suffer even the slightest grievance; I will never abandon her as my wife, nor take any concubines!"

"Very good, very good, very good!" Nangong Yelin said 'good' three times in succession. Not only did his son-in-law demonstrate a commanding presence, but he was also open and upright, making such a vow in public. Ling Yan was truly fortunate.

Lady Nangong was particularly elated and relieved; Ling Yan finally had a good destination—it was a genuine cause for thanks to the heavens.

Fully aware that the men of the Yang family were deeply sentimental, it was Nangong Ling Fei who had originally convinced his parents to let his two younger sisters stay. Now that his second sister was engaged to Yang Chengxuan, he was naturally very happy.

Outside the living room, Nangong Lingyan—who had hurried over upon hearing the news—just happened to catch Yang Chengxuan's declaration. Her beautiful face instantly flushed with bashful pink, and she turned and ran back to her room, threw herself onto the bed, hugged her pillow, and her heart thumped wildly with joy, while happiness and sweetness enveloped her.

The two families immediately exchanged tokens and betrothal gifts, and with Yang Chengxuan about to leave home, the engagement banquet was set to take place in three days.

Knowing that Yang Chengxuan would take over Youming Palace, Nangong Yelin, his wife, and Nangong Ling Fei didn't look down on him in the slightest. They had heard plenty of rumors about Youming Palace, but what of it? They only needed to believe in Yang Chengxuan, and they fully supported the decision of Yang Mengchen to let her daughter accompany him.

The day after the engagement banquet, Yang Chengxuan and Nangong Lingyan, along with their followers, maids, people from Youming Palace, and Yang Chengyu with his entourage, departed amidst the loving farewells of their family.

"Ah Jiu, I will return to the Capital tomorrow to attend Prince Su's wedding and will come back soon," Long Xuanmo said softly to Yang Mengchen.

He didn't want to leave Ah Jiu for even a moment, especially since, after that night, Ah Jiu continued to treat him as before, but with a faint distance. He felt he couldn't leave at such a time, but with an urgent secret missive from his father, he had no choice but to return to the Capital.

"May your journey be smooth, Prince," said Yang Mengchen, cutting off Long Xuanmo before he could say more. "I have matters to attend to and must be going," she added, and left with Sister Jin and the nine others towards the greenhouse.

Watching Yang Mengchen's departing figure, Long Xuanmo's gaze darkened with deep loss and helplessness.

In the greenhouse, the watermelon seedlings were growing well. Yang Mengchen instructed Yang Chengrong to have the workers transplant them into the sandy fields at the beginning of next month (as there weren't many seedlings, they would only be planted in their own sandy fields). Then she checked on the rice breeding progress.

"Big brother, in a few days please ask Uncle Xiao to distribute them to the villagers for sowing in the fertile fields. We can plant the seedlings at the beginning of May; remember to send someone to each village to provide guidance," she said.

Yang Chengrong nodded. "Don't worry, ninth sister; I've arranged everything."

Yang Mengchen and Sister Jin with the nine others then went to the metallurgical plant. Together with several stewards, they continued to work on the loom and the dyeing machine. After nearly a month of effort, they successfully created the first dyeing machine which produced fabric patterns more varied and attractive than those made by hand, crucially without color fading.

The stewards, full of confidence, supervised the workers in producing more dyeing machines while also researching the loom.

That day, instead of going to the metallurgical plant, Yang Mengchen instructed Hai Tang and others to prepare medical equipment and even wrote prescriptions to brew medicinal soups.

Just as Hai Tang was about to say something, Jiang Quan rushed in hurriedly. "Miss, the Prince has arrived with a group of people."

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