The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 222 Autumn Hunt

It was late at night when Jing Anle returned from Emperor Jing's study. As she removed her hairpins and jewelry, she asked, "Has the bedding prepared for Consort Lin been sent?"

"It has already been sent, along with some copied scriptures," Afang said respectfully.

Jing Anle nodded. "That's good then."

"Princess, you must be very tired today. Please get some rest."

Jing Anle was exhausted from a busy day, but she had something on her mind, and as she thought about it, she fell into a deep sleep.

The following day, at the Hall of Gathering Heroes.

After a day of rest, Jing Anle felt much better, but she was sleepy and by the time she went to class, almost everyone had already arrived.

Everyone bowed to her, but Jing Anle glanced around and couldn't see Xiao Heng. She felt a pang of disappointment.

I originally thought that Xiao Heng didn't go to the General's Mansion to celebrate Old Madam Qin's birthday to avoid suspicion, fearing that people would say that Qin Xu was associating too much with a foreign prince. But now he's not even coming to class. Where did he go? Why... why didn't he tell me?

Chi Wenyuan's lecture was as engaging as ever, but Jing Anle was somewhat listless after just one class.

After class, as soon as Jing Anle stood up, Jing Fengyao moved over and asked with concern, "You don't seem to be in a good mood today. What's wrong? Were you tired yesterday?"

"I was a little tired yesterday," Jing Anle said perfunctorily, unable to find any other reason.

Jing Fengyao gently tapped Jing Anle's head and raised his voice, "Then let me tell you something that will make you happy."

"Hmm?" Jing Anle looked up, somewhat curious.

Jing Fengyao continued, "Winter is just around the corner. My father summoned me this morning, saying that there will be an autumn hunt the day after tomorrow, and many young men from noble families will participate. It will be very interesting."

"Autumn hunting?"

Yes, this is something that Jing Kingdom holds every year before winter, firstly to celebrate the autumn harvest, and secondly to reward the ministers with some wild game.

Women in the Jing Kingdom also held a high status, so in addition to men from aristocratic families, young ladies who were skilled in riding and archery could also participate. However, Jing Anle had been pampered since childhood and could not endure the hardships of riding and archery, so she could not ride a horse. Every year during the hunt, she was the one who sat on the high platform and watched.

"Why is it earlier this year?" Jing Anle asked, though she clearly remembered that it wasn't at this time in her previous life.

Jing Fengyao added, "The Meteorological Bureau observed the celestial phenomena a month ago and predicted that winter would arrive earlier and be colder this year, which is why the autumn hunt has been brought forward."

"I see." Jing Anle nodded.

"That's why I said this is good news. Then you can go out and have fun. You can not only watch the hunt, but also have a bonfire party at night," Jing Fengyao said.

If it were the Jing Anle of her past life, she would have jumped up excitedly, but now, she felt nothing at all. But in order not to disappoint Jing Fengyao, she still smiled and said, "That would be great. This year, my brother must hunt a deer for me so we can make roast meat."

Seeing that Jing Anle was in a better mood, Jing Fengyao smiled indulgently and said, "Alright, you little glutton!"

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On the way back to Yongfu Palace.

Jing Anle sat in the sedan chair looking sullen. Afang was a little worried, wondering what was wrong with Jing Anle. Mu Ping, on the other hand, seemed to have some clues, but said nothing.

As the sedan chair was moving, another sedan chair came from the opposite direction. Jing Anle looked up, but the sedan chair was completely obscured, and he couldn't see who it was.

Jing Anle was a princess, so the sedan chair bearers naturally recognized her and quickly stopped the sedan chair to greet her, saying, "Greetings, Princess Anle."

Jing Anle remained silent, a strange feeling rising within him, his eyes fixed intently on the sedan chair.