Eighth Prince's Mansion

Su Jing had been waiting at the gate for a long time. When she saw Zhao Zhiyan return, she hurriedly went up to him and said, "Your Highness..."

"Is the princess sick again?"

Su Jing paused, then said awkwardly, "No, no, it's just that the Imperial Household Department sent over a few flower patterns today. The princess is undecided and would like you to take a look."

Zhao Zhiyan stopped and took a deep breath: "Let's go."

Arriving at Tanghua Pavilion

Princess Lian'an, dressed in a plain-colored long dress, sat on a chair with a gentle smile on her face, admiring the floral patterns in front of her. Hearing footsteps, she exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Zhiyan!"

Seeing the other person's smiling face, Zhao Zhiyan couldn't bear to keep a cold expression, so he smiled slightly and bent down to sit: "How are you feeling today?"

"Much better." Princess Lian'an placed the flower pattern in front of him.

Dragon and phoenix bring good fortune, all birds pay homage to the phoenix, many children bring many blessings, mandarin ducks play in the water...

Zhao Zhiyan remembered that yesterday's wedding dress was called "A Hundred Years of Harmony," and the cuffs were embroidered with countless "Fu" (good fortune) characters. The red veil also read "A Hundred Years of Harmony."

I wonder what kind of stunning beauty lies beneath the red veil.

"Brother Zhiyan?" Princess Lian'an gently reminded him.

Zhao Zhiyan snapped out of his daze and casually pointed. Princess Lian'an looked over, her face blushing with shyness. She picked up the "Many Children, Many Blessings" banner and said, "I also think this is good. After I give birth, I will take good care of my health."

Um?

Zhao Zhiyan turned around, and after seeing the flower pattern clearly, her expression changed slightly, but she didn't continue to refute it. She simply said, "If you like it, that's fine."

Seeing Zhao Zhiyan's unwell appearance, Princess Lian'an roughly guessed that it must be related to Song Yue, but she did not ask any further questions.

Sometimes what you can't have is the best.

The more you interfere, the more likely you are to cause resentment.

Zhao Zhiyan is just having trouble accepting the fact that Song Yue has broken off the engagement and married someone else. Once he calms down, he will realize how good she is to him.

"Brother Zhiyan, the wedding is in a few days, and I... I'm a little nervous." Princess Lian'an's face was full of fear. "I don't have a single relative by my side. If the wedding is quiet and deserted, won't everyone laugh at me?"

"You're overthinking it. With me here, who would dare to underestimate you?" Zhao Zhiyan reassured him.

Princess Lian'an smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for me, Brother Zhiyan would have married the Third Miss, whose dowry was so magnificent that everyone would envy her. Marrying me would have been a burden."

She clung tightly to the four words "Ten Miles of Red Makeup".

Zhao Zhiyan said, "I have already arranged your dowry. On the wedding day, no one will gossip about it."

As for comparing myself to Song Yue, there's no need to.

Song Yue received many gifts from various people, and she was very generous. The gifts bestowed by the Emperor of Northern Chu alone were enough to make others envious.

Princess Lian'an breathed a sigh of relief, a sweet smile spreading across her face: "Thank you, Brother Zhiyan."

Zhao Zhiyan stayed for a while longer, but he was somewhat absent-minded. After glancing at his personal servant, the servant quickly found an excuse to send him away.

Princess Lian'an pretended not to notice and obediently saw the person off.

After the person left, her face darkened. She waited for a long time but Zhao Zhiyan did not mention anything about the Duke of Jingguo's mansion.

Did we fail?

"What exactly happened at the Duke's mansion today?" she asked Su Jing.

Su Jing had already found out everything and told her everything. Princess Lian'an frowned: "Truly cunning and treacherous!"

"If the prince had agreed back then, Princess..."

"Foolish!" Princess Lian'an whispered, "Brother Zhiyan is steady and this is the right thing to do. How could he publicly turn against the princess and displease the emperor?"

The annulment of the engagement had already displeased the princess, so Zhao Zhiyan couldn't make things difficult for Princess Jiahua in public any further.

"That fool Prince Zhennan! He missed such a good opportunity to take revenge and almost dragged Brother Zhiyan into this mess." Princess Lian'an was furious.

If the Prince of Zhennan dares to take a gamble, the Duke of Jingguo's mansion will undoubtedly lose.

If someone is poisoned while the person is alive, the cause of death will be known after they die, and there will be absolutely no chance to use an antidote.

Your body doesn't lie.

It's such a pity to miss such a great opportunity!

"Princess, you are about to get married. Why not wait until the pregnancy is more stable before making any plans?" Su Jing advised.

She didn't dare say that although the Eighth Prince had been gentle and polite to the princess on the surface these past two days, she always felt that something was wrong.

Her eyes had lost their former tenderness and affection.

Their tone was mostly perfunctory.

If things continue like this, Su Jing worries that the Eighth Prince will grow to dislike his princess.

Princess Lian'an touched her lower abdomen: "You're right. I'll wait a bit longer. It's not too late to secure my position as the Eighth Prince's consort first."

A few more days passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Yue made a brief appearance in the morning, standing guard in front of the mourning hall, and then went to the princess's residence to rest in the afternoon. She was not required to keep vigil in the evening.

The same applies to Jiang Ying and Song Huan.

Because of the funeral arrangements for the Dowager Lady, Jiang Ying's homecoming banquet was postponed. Madam Jiang specially sent someone to inform her that everything was to be done according to the wishes of the Duke of Jingguo's family.

Song Yue stayed at the princess's residence every day, so there was no such thing as a homecoming banquet.

That day, she yawned wearily. After taking a bath and changing her clothes, she washed away the sandalwood scent from her body and leaned back in her rocking chair, holding a book in her hands.

"Tomorrow is the Eighth Imperial Uncle's wedding." Zhao Yunke entered the room, pulled her into his arms, and squeezed half of his body into the rocking chair: "I have already asked someone to prepare a wedding gift, a pair of jade ruyi."

Song Yue nodded, nestled her head on Zhao Yunke's shoulder, inhaled his faint fragrance, and sighed almost imperceptibly.

"Just bear with it a little longer, we'll head back home in a few days."

He knew she was bored, keeping vigil day after day, unable to go anywhere, and harboring resentment, seeing her pouting.

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