Song Jinglan smiled very shallowly. He gently raised his hand and touched the top of her head as he spoke in a low and gentle voice, “Your Highness, you are very smart, so I believe the Princess will know what to do.”
He looked out the window and raised the corners of his eyes, “It’s snowing, Princess.”
Lin Feilu turned her head over to have a look.
The sky that was still clear in the morning started to rain with a light shower of fine snow.
It was the first snow of the year.
Song Jinglan looked at her and said, “Make a wish— it will definitely come true.”
Even though she knew that it was just a plot to deceive the naive girls in Korean dramas, Lin Feilu still closed her palms and eyes as she made her wish reverently.
Snowfall was a scene of winter, but it was also a sign that spring was coming.
After the New Year, Lin Feilu was most shocked when she learned that Emperor Lin and the Empress began to choose a husband for Lin Nianzhi.
Although she knew that women of the ancient times married early, Lin Feilu still felt that things were a little unacceptable when she saw the 13-year-old Lin Nianzhi shyly selecting the portrait of the potential suitors presented by the palace servants.
Lin Feilu seemed to see her future self portrayed by Lin Nianzhi.
This is way too scary ahhhhh!
Seeing her sitting on the side in a daze, Lin Nianzhi tugged on her sleeves slightly unhappily, “Little Fifth Princess! Can you be a little bit more serious?”
Lin Feilu, “I’m watching, I’m watching! Eldest sister, who is this? There is a mole on the corner of the eye; it kind of looks very romantic.”
Lin Nianzhi looked at the portrait, “This is Du Jingruo, the main son of the Minister of Rites, who is now the Academic Head of the Ren Imperial College. Now that you mention it, it does sound a bit romantic…” She grew up in the palace since she was a child and didn’t know much about foreign men, so she was slightly hesitant, “I heard that he is exceptional in writing. He was admitted to the Imperial College at a young age, so I think he has some insane talent for learning.”
These portraits were all screened by the Emperor and the Empress before they were sent to her.
Naturally, he wouldn’t be some sort of average mortal son since he was able to obtain the approval of the ruling Imperial monarchs.
Lin Nianzhi looked at them one by one before she finally asked her, “What do you think?”
Lin Feilu, “…all— all are good.”
Lin Nianzhi concurred as well, “I think all are good too.” She muttered, “Why can’t I just accept all of these like Father Emperor did.”
Lin Feilu, “???”
Wait! Eldest Imperial sister, your way of thinking is very dangerous!
Seeing her widened eyes, Lin Nianzhi laughed and pinched Lin Feilu’s soft face, “I’m just simply making a joke, don’t treat it so seriously.”
Still, this matter concerned her life’s happiness, so Lin Feilu asked a serious question, “Eldest Imperial sister, what is your ideal type?”
Lin Nianzhi asked, “What is an ideal type?”
Lin Feilu explained, “It’s about the ideal husband for you; what are you looking for in a partner for life? Personality, appearance, family background, ideas— which aspect do you value more?”
Lin Nianzhi immediately said, “Of course the most important thing is to look good!”
Lin Feilu thought to herself, I understand, you and your Lin family are all about appearances.
Lin Nianzhi mulled on the question for a long time before her tone of voice gradually became shy, “I hope my husband is a modest gentleman. I want someone elegant and gentle who can love and protect me, treat me as his only one and hold me in the palm of his hand like a pearl.”
Lin Feilu understood and spread out the stack of portraits, “Then let’s get rid of the types like Xi Xingjiang first; they don’t deserve it.”
Lin Nianzhi nodded in agreement.