The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Standing up straight, Yang Ruxin walked with delicate, graceful steps to the back entrance of the Princess Residence, while Du Juan handed over an invitation card.
“This servant is Chanchan, I’ve met Madam Gu. Madam Gu, please come inside.” Soon, a maid in a lake-blue dress came over, bowed very properly, and then led them through the back door. “Currently, our county princess is talking with the Princess of Caiyun County.”
Yang Ruxin nodded with a smile.
Du Juan slipped a pouch over: “Thank you for your trouble, Sister Chanchan.”
Chanchan readily accepted it with a cheerful thank you. She then started talking more, introducing the layout of the Princess Residence and, conveniently, the Princess of Caiyun County as well.
The Princess of Caiyun County, Qi Zizi, is the granddaughter of Prince Qi Zheng, who is the Emperor’s younger brother. His eldest son, Qi Jinglan, is now the Princely Heir to Prince Qin, and Qi Zizi is his eldest daughter. The little girl is only eight years old this year, but she had a title since birth.
Originally, the family of Prince Qin always stayed at their fiefdom and wouldn’t enter the capital unless summoned. But this year, the Empress Dowager missed her younger son and her grandchildren, so she issued an imperial decree specifically for the princely family to enter the capital.
However, because the wife of the Princely Heir was again pregnant and unfit for long journeys, only Prince Qin, Qi Zheng, brought his younger son Qi Jinghui and eldest granddaughter Qi Zizi to the capital.
But in ancient times, one couldn’t underestimate someone based on age. People matured early. Especially children born into the Imperial Family, they were sharper-minded than others, and an eight-year-old could be quite formidable.
Yang Ruxin dared not underestimate an eight-year-old child.
And with the presence of two county princesses today, this flower banquet held quite some significance.
In Yang Ruxin’s view, women in these ancient large households were quite bored. Apart from scheming for favoritism and winning over men, they just found ways to eat and drink, thus, various flower and scenery banquets were born. Of course, those more distinguished would have poetry or book gatherings. Although there might not always be men present, it could sometimes even turn into matchmaking events…
At this moment, little maid Chanchan had led them to the entrance of a flower hall, then announced their arrival from outside.
Soon, a young girl in a red dress with deep dimples emerged from within. After subtly assessing Yang Ruxin, she showed a brilliant smile, “Madam Gu.”
“Greetings to the Princess of Pingning County.” Yang Ruxin quickly bowed, a gesture of respect between sovereign and subject, not to be careless.
“What county princess? My name is Jiang Fangfei, you can call me Fangfei.” Jiang Fangfei stepped forward to take Yang Ruxin’s hand, “In fact, when you first entered the capital, I wanted to meet you, but didn’t want to be presumptuous, so I sent an invitation…”
“Actually, I should have come to pay respects to the county princess…”
“But you didn’t come?”
“I’m just a village girl, if my manners are wrong, wouldn’t I get punished?” Yang Ruxin blinked innocently, looking a bit helpless, “I’m most afraid of pain.”
Jiang Fangfei suddenly burst out laughing.
Yang Ruxin laughed along, “My name is Yang Ruxin.”
“Then I’ll call you Sister Ruxin from now on.”
“Sure, Fangfei Sister.” Yang Ruxin nodded with a smile.
Sometimes relationships between people are like this, when the chemistry is right, even meeting for the first time doesn’t feel awkward. Conversely, with those who aren’t in sync, even spending every day together won’t make them friends.