Chapter 8 Greetings, you two didn’t fight last night, did you?

Conventionally, the skirt of the Crown Princess is usually brightly colored, with goose yellow and apricot yellow being the most common. At this moment, Qing Ge was holding a red lacquer tray, which contained an exquisitely crafted apricot yellow light silk skirt.

This is Jiang Yueying's favorite color. She particularly likes light yellow because it is closer to the color of osmanthus, and it is elegant, fragrant and unique in charm.

She quickly changed into her skirt, covered it with a wide-sleeved yellow gauze shirt, and paired it with a green lotus shawl. She inserted a peacock tail feather branch into the top of a golden and jade hairpin, and the feather branch trembled like flowing light when she walked.

Qingge tied the long black whip around her waist.

After finishing dressing up, Jiang Yueying still had a frown on her face.

She whispered to Qingge, the only one who knew her identity: "Go get some medicine for Pu Ling's swelling later." Her voice was so weak that it was almost whispering in the other person's ear.

Qing Ge's tone was as cold as ice: "Your Highness, you should be thinking about how to conceal your identity now, not caring about the injuries of a little maid."

"There is no conflict between the two..." Jiang Yueying felt a little aggrieved.

Qing Ge remained indifferent: "She did something wrong and deserves to be punished. Your Highness should not be lenient."

Jiang Yueying glanced sideways slightly.

Qingge has a sharp appearance, with slightly upright eyes. When he doesn't speak, he looks cold and distant, like an indifferent snake.

I almost forgot that this is Princess Anyi's maid. She has been with Jiang Yueying since she was a child and obeys her orders. She is the maid that Jiang Yueying trusts the most.

She probably saved more lives for Princess Anyi than the princess herself.

How could someone who has been cold-blooded for many years care about a few slap marks?

Jiang Yueying felt difficulty breathing, turned her head away and stopped talking.

A soundless silence spread, and the door suddenly opened.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, dressed in a long, wide-sleeved apricot-yellow brocade robe, entered the room, fanning himself with his fan. He looked at the master and servant and chuckled softly, "Little Princess, are you ready to enter the palace?"

Xie Yuting raised the corners of his eyes slightly and smiled like a fox.

Jiang Yueying was overwhelmed when she saw this guy. She couldn't help but think of how he had fooled her last night, and the corners of her mouth drooped.

She didn't say anything and just walked out the door.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was left behind, was not annoyed. He walked while admiring the fragrant osmanthus flowers along the way. He slowly walked out of Nanyuan and happened to meet Yulang who had just returned.

Yu Lang made a gesture to him that it was done, and Xie Yuting understood and nodded slightly.

The Eastern Palace was only a cup of tea away from the Queen's Fengyi Palace. The two of them rode in a sedan chair, carried by eight palace servants, followed closely by the Eastern Palace guards and accompanying maids, and headed towards the harem in a grand procession.

Along the way, countless pairs of eyes were secretly staring at them.

The most mischievous prince of Liang State married the most domineering princess of Jiang State, and everyone wanted to watch the fun. Many palace ladies saw the legendary Princess Anyi for the first time and couldn't help but glance at her out of the corner of their eyes.

Jiang Yueying was not used to being stared at by so many people. She used to be afraid of exposing her appearance, so every time she sneaked out of the cold palace, she had to wear a veil and hide carefully. So now, without the veil, she was like a scallop peeled from its shell, revealing its fragile soft flesh.

The feeling of being on edge made her neck stiff, and she wished she could jump off the sedan chair and dig a hole to bury herself.

But she couldn't retreat, so she could only force herself to raise her neck and imitate her twin sister, looking arrogant and looking around.

In comparison, the Crown Prince next to her was much more relaxed, leaning lazily on the sedan chair. Occasionally, when a pretty palace maid passed by, he would raise his eyebrows and wave his fan at her, being frivolous and dissolute to the extreme.

It's so ugly, he doesn't look like a crown prince at all.

Jiang Yueying secretly cursed the unfairness of heaven. Why did she have to tremble in fear and tread on thin ice while this incompetent prince could be comfortable and do whatever he wanted?

She didn't know where the anger came from, but she couldn't help but kick Xie Yuting.

Xie Yuting looked up at her in surprise, then sat up straight, moved closer to her and said with a smile, "Princess, don't be angry. I just love to admire beautiful women, but my feelings for you are evident to all, and I have absolutely no second thoughts!"

Jiang Yueying glared at people fiercely.

Haha, it’s better to trust a turtle than to trust you.

Why did Beiliang bother to build the Great Wall? They might as well use their prince's face to repair it. It would be absolutely thick and strong, invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

"Stay away from me."

Jiang Yueying slightly turned sideways, and Xie Yuting shamelessly came up and squeezed next to her.

After a while, the sedan chair stopped at the gate of Fengyi Palace.

Fengyi Palace was the sleeping palace of the empresses of all dynasties. The palace gate was built in a majestic manner, with a plaque with vigorous calligraphy hanging on the red lintel, carved beams and painted rafters, jade pillars standing tall, and tall guards guarding on both sides.

Going further in, there is the courtyard in front of the palace. The concubines in the harem all love to plant flowers and raise grass in their own palaces, firstly to enjoy the scenery, and secondly to pass the time. However, the flowers and plants in the courtyard of the queen's palace are very sparse and not lush.

The lack of vegetation does not mean that this place is desolate, because there is a high platform built in the queen's courtyard. Next to the platform is a weapon rack with swords, spears, swords and halberds, all of which shine coldly in the sunlight.

Jiang Yueying couldn't help but be shocked that there was a martial arts arena in the Queen's Palace.

So majestic.

When they arrived at the main hall door, the palace maids bowed their heads and greeted them.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess."

Xie Yuting waved his hand casually and walked into the hall, followed closely by Jiang Yueying.

Queen He Wanhong had been waiting in the main hall for a long time. Jiang Yueying couldn't wait to look over, raising her eyebrows slightly.

He Wanhong wore a crimson silk dress with narrow sleeves, her hair tied up high in a bun, and an elegant yet simple phoenix crown. Her eyes were bright and her lips were radiant, and she looked noble yet sharp, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.

Jiang Yueying couldn't help but be even more shocked. Few queens would dress like this. Ancestral etiquette required the mistress of the six palaces to be serene, virtuous, gentle and dignified, but the queen in front of her was the opposite, revealing an undisguised heroic spirit.

She is worthy of being the daughter of General Yaowei.

"Your son pays his respects to the Queen Mother."

"I greet the Queen Mother and wish her good health."

They saluted together and the queen didn't care about the formality and just raised her hand casually.

The maid brought tea to Jiang Yueying. She took the tea and presented it to the queen in a rather unfamiliar manner: "Mother, please have some tea."

Whether it is a common family or a royal family, serving tea to the elders is essential on the second day of the wedding. Some mothers-in-law who like to put on airs will take the opportunity to make things difficult for their daughters-in-law, scolding them for their indecent posture and ignorance of etiquette.

She didn't know how to serve tea, but there was no need to worry about not knowing the rules, because the real Princess Anyi knew even less about the rules, and no one would suspect her even if she made mistakes in etiquette.

The queen took the tea, looked at her daughter-in-law with a frank look, and said bluntly: "You two didn't fight last night, did you?"

“…”

Can you ask such questions directly? Jiang Yueying was almost scared to death by the Queen.

To be honest, on the way to Fengyi Palace, Jiang Yueying had already thought over and over in her mind the questions that the Queen might ask, such as whether she had adapted to Liang State, how was the food, housing and transportation, and what rewards she would receive.

She thought she could respond calmly and fluently no matter what the Queen asked, but unexpectedly, the Queen didn't play any empty tricks at all and caught her off guard.

In a trance, Jiang Yueying's fingertips trembled.

Xie Yuting took over the conversation and said with a smile: "How could that be possible? The Crown Princess is so beautiful, how could I bear to hurt her?"

"How many of your words can be believed?" The queen glanced at him.

"How dare I deceive my mother? Last night, the Crown Princess and I fell in love at first sight. We couldn't help but express our feelings to each other until the candlelight burned out—"

"Cough cough." Jiang Yueying couldn't bear to listen any longer and interrupted with two dry coughs.

He Wanhong's eyes darted between the two of them, half believing and half doubting, and she raised her eyebrows.

She raised her hand and called for her personal maid, who was holding a treasure box inlaid with golden nanmu wood. The queen opened the box and found a emerald green and translucent jade ruyi inside. The jade was smooth and delicate, and the emerald inlaid in the center was as quiet as spring water.

"This jade ruyi was given to me by my grandmother when I got married. I give it to you today to congratulate you on your wedding."

Jiang Yueying ordered Qing Ge to accept it and thanked the Queen for the reward.

Jiang Yueying thought that today's greetings were over. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, the Queen opposite her suddenly stood up.

The Queen stepped down from the Phoenix Throne, her sharp eyebrows relaxed as she spoke with authority: "I am in charge of the Six Palaces and I don't like to put on a show. So I'm telling you the truth: I don't like you as my daughter-in-law."

"I have heard of your outrageous behavior in Jiang State, but you are now the Crown Princess of Liang State. If you commit such evil acts as beating and killing palace maids again, I, as the Queen, will not tolerate it lightly."

"Do you understand?"

The intense pressure made it hard to breathe. Jiang Yueying's palms were covered in sweat, and her throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in it. She couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Her shoulders trembled slightly with anxiety, and she opened her mouth but could not answer. However, her deafening behavior seemed like she was deliberately dissatisfied with the queen, and the hall fell into a suffocating silence.

The nails dug deep into the palms, leaving crescent marks.

Qing Ge, who was holding the jade ruyi behind him, had a gloomy expression on his face.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly turned cold.

"Don't worry, mother. I will keep a close eye on the Crown Princess." Xie Yuting suddenly spoke, his eyes curved with a smile.

The queen nodded, stood up and walked out of the hall.

Jiang Yueying didn't understand what was going on, so she followed him out of the main hall and into the empty courtyard. The midday sun shone directly on the martial arts stage, leaving mottled and interlaced scratches on the surface.

"I heard that you are good at using a whip. Why don't you compete with me?" The queen pointed at the martial arts stage with a happy expression.

“…”

You absolutely cannot do that, Your Majesty!

Jiang Yueying opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the martial arts stage, wishing she could poke out her ears. What was wrong with this family? Why did they all want to fight her!

"I dare not." Jiang Yueying crossed her hands and tried to cover the long whip around her waist with her wide-sleeved shirt.

She doesn't know how to use this thing at all, so how dare she fight with others.

"Do you look down on me?" the Queen said in a serious voice. "Although I dislike you, if you can defeat me on the martial arts stage, I might consider recognizing you as the Crown Princess."

"After all, I have always admired those with exceptional martial prowess."

Jiang Yueying complained in her heart, I don’t want to be your son’s Crown Princess at all. Who wants you to admit it? What’s with the extraordinary martial arts skills... Even the real Princess Anyi can’t do it. She just relies on the fact that no one dares to disobey her, so she can beat whoever she wants.

The queen looked directly into Jiang Yueying's eyes with sharp eyes, as if she really wanted to have a fight with her.

what to do……

Jiang Yueying was almost going crazy and couldn't help but curse Emperor Jiang for pushing her onto the kang to suffer.

Facing the blunt gaze, Jiang Yueying was at a loss as to what to do. She gritted her teeth and said, "We were married yesterday. I'm not feeling well today. How about another day..."

After saying this, Xie Yuting glanced at her strangely.

The queen tilted her head and glanced at the newlyweds, suddenly realizing that yesterday was their wedding night.

The straightforward Queen Mother put aside her thoughts on the competition and said, "It seems to be my son Meng Lang."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueying's face immediately turned hot.