In the end, after picking the suitors out according to Lin Nianzhi’s 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 Jingruo’s portrait over and over before she finally made a final decision, “I’ll take him!”
Having said that, the palace servants were called in to present the portrait to Emperor Lin.
Lin Feilu suddenly grabbed her wrist, “Wait!”
Lin Nianzhi looked at Lin Feilu curiously.
Although Lin Feilu knew that her words were merely nonsense, she couldn’t help it, “Eldest 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?”
The modern concept of free love was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so she wasn’t indifferent to it.
Lin Nianzhi was stunned for a moment and then smiled casually, “Although it’s been like this for a long time now. Yet you’re right. As princesses, we still have the right and privilege to choose our husbands. Those women among the common folk don’t even get a chance to select their spouses.”
The Eldest Princess, who always had something to say, was surprisingly rather open in this regard.
After Consort Hui’s accident, she seemed to have matured a lot overnight.
She saw that Lin Feilu’s face was still like a ball of worried wrinkles, so she smiled and patted her side buns, “Don’t worry, it’s the son of the Minister of Rites. At any rate, it won’t be that bad,” She paused, not knowing what to think as her eyes suddenly lit up, “Now if my dear little sister is that worried, why don’t we go and see him for yourself?”
Lin Feilu asked, “You have the authority to arrange for me to meet him?”
Lin Nianzhi, “Of course we can’t go out conspicuously, but we can always go secretly!”
After being here for so long, Lin Feilu had never left the palace. Hence, she was instantly moved when she heard Lin Nianzhi’s words.
The Great Lin Empire’s 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 wasn’t an unforgivable sin for the Princesses to leave the palace either; all they needed was the Emperor’s consent.
This was easy to handle— 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 shouldn’t 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 Feilu’s 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.