Chapter 61

It's my fault, are you afraid?

The prince spoke in a low voice, with a hint of threat.

But Jiang Zhaoying in his arms listened, raised her eyes seductively, with a hint of provocation, not the slightest bit of timidity, but boldly endured his heat and outburst, her fair arms held him tighter, raised her head slightly and whispered in his ear, letting her hot breath brush his neck, and her lips were filled with fragrance as she felt numb.

"Yes, it was me who caused it. Are you afraid, Your Highness?"

These words were like a deadly fire, igniting the Crown Prince instantly. He pinched her cheeks and pressed down domineeringly.

…

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

There was a sound of someone shouting in the distance.

The prince was immersed in the passionate and crazy entanglement and didn't want to pay any attention to the annoying voice at all.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

A hand seemed to touch the prince's forehead, like a huge piece of ice falling into hot water, startling the prince and causing him to open his eyes suddenly.

He sat up suddenly.

Cheng Ting'an quickly stepped back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

If he hadn't shrunk quickly, he would have probably bumped into His Highness and hurt him.

only.

Why does Your Highness look so strange today?

Having followed His Highness for more than ten years, this is the first time Cheng Ting'an has seen His Highness have such a strange expression!

The prince was stunned for a long time with a gloomy face.

Never thought about it.

He was such a cold-blooded, cruel and bloodthirsty man, but he became so defeated in Jiang Zhaoying's hands.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Your forehead is hot!"

Cheng Ting'an stepped forward and carefully observed his own prince. His expression was cold and his eyes were fierce, but why was there an inexplicable red color on his face?

Oh no.

This is sick.

Cheng Ting'an was shocked, and rushed out to find the imperial physician...

The prince slowly moved his cold eyes, looked at his quickly slipping back, and suddenly had an urge to slap him to death.

I have never seen him run so fast before. Before he could even say anything, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the imperial physician came and knew what was going on without even taking the pulse!

This damn Cheng Tingan.

This damn dream.

He could never have imagined that his first dream, his first time, was with Jiang Zhaoying, the one who was already married. How could this be possible!

Raising his hand and stroking his brow, the prince felt that this was more of a headache than facing those difficult old ministers.

Even in his dreams, he never thought of giving it to Jiang Zhaoying for the first time.

And she's a married woman!

He glanced at the time and felt uncomfortable all over. Jiang Zhaoying might have fallen into a comfortable sleep?

Only the small building is left.

Shu Yun and Shu Yu made some midnight snacks, and then Si Nan took Jiang Zhaoying to sit on the roof, looking up at the sky while eating and drinking.

"Miss, are you cold?"

Shu Yun asked from below and Jiang Zhaoying waved her hand.

"It's not cold, it's very comfortable."

There was a trace of helplessness in Shu Yun's eyes. The young lady liked to sit on the roof and think about things. It scared them at first, but they got used to it later.

"Miss, is there anything unusual?"

Jiang Zhaoying listened to Shu Yu's words, smiled, and said to Shu Yun.

"She has said this since she was a child."

Shu Yun laughed, and Shu Yu pouted, pretending to be angry, and turned to go to the small kitchen to busy herself.

Si Nan stood behind Jiang Zhaoying, protecting her while looking up at the night sky. The stars were twinkling, some bright, some dim, and some disappeared in the blink of an eye, but it was really hard to make out what they were.

Jiang Zhaoying watched and calculated with the compass continuously, until her expression became more and more solemn, she stood up.

Si Nan was so scared that he reached out and hugged her. Jiang Zhaoying then realized that she was on the roof. She turned around and thanked Si Nan, then sat down again and continued to calculate.

"Miss, it's late, it's time to rest."

Shu Yun was shouting downstairs that if they didn't go to sleep, they would be scolded if Nanny Li asked about it when they returned to the Jiang Mansion.

"knew."

A sharp light flashed in Jiang Zhaoying's eyes. She closed the tools, slowly stood up, put her hands behind her back, looked up at the starry sky coldly.

But it only took a moment.

Be it Si Nan behind her, Shu Yun and Shu Yu on the ground, or even Zi Ying hiding in the dark, they were all stunned speechless by her sudden outpouring of domineering aura.

Jiang Zhaoying was so beautiful and domineering that she made people feel awe for no reason!

"It's still a little off. It may take a day or two to get an accurate measurement."

Jiang Zhaoying shook her head helplessly. Any calculation requires perfect cooperation between heaven, earth and man, otherwise the effect will be affected.

Si Nan jumped off the roof holding Jiang Zhaoying.

Shu Yun and Shu Yu helped her change clothes. A Bao whimpered and crawled into her arms. Jiang Zhaoying came to her senses then. She hugged A Bao, kissed him, and smiled.

"You are very well behaved. You don't make noise or disturb the house. I am happy to see you."

A Bao looked up at Jiang Zhaoying, and suddenly his eyes narrowed and his puppy mouth grinned, and Jiang Zhaoying said happily.

"You even know how to smile at me. You're so smart at such a young age. Well, it's late. Let's go to bed."

Abao whimpered in her arms, as if he agreed with her.

Jiang Zhaoying got on the bed, put Abao in its basket, and then lay down herself.

A Bao laid his head on the edge of the basket, blinking his eyes and looking at Jiang Zhaoying. Soon he fell asleep with his eyes drooping. Jiang Zhaoying touched his head and covered him with a small quilt. Then he held his head with both hands and stared at the ceiling of the bed, thinking.

Ever since she remembered that there was an earthquake in Qingshan Town and reported it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and made a series of reactions, Jiang Zhaoying always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure it out for a while.

This uneasy feeling made her feel a little uncomfortable, as she had always been good at calculations.

But.

Something is not right lately.

She had to find out quickly, as the day of the Qingshan earthquake was getting closer.

The night was as dark as water, with an occasional breeze blowing by, rustling the branches and leaves in the yard.

No one saw it.

On the bed in the Prince's Mansion, the Prince tossed and turned for the first time, frowning and unable to sleep. In Kongliu Cottage, Jiang Zhaoying also tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Immediately following.

The two of them got up at the same time, put on clothes at the same time, went out at the same time, looked up at the night sky, and looked at the stars in the sky at the same time.

but.

The prince looked at the constellation that governs the crown princess, and Jiang Zhaoying looked at the constellation that governs the prince.

The second day.

The prince went to the palace to attend court early in the morning. Jiang Zhaoying naturally couldn't get up and slept in. A Bao ran more than ten laps in the yard before she sat up lazily.

Shu Yun came in to help her wash up. Jiang Zhaoying had breakfast while looking through the list of guests for the banquet.

"Princess Tingyun is still in the Prince's Mansion. Please invite her over as well."

"Then will your highness give it to me?"

Although Shu Yun knew that they were not qualified to invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to a banquet, just inviting Group Leader Tingyun...

Jiang Zhaoying shook her head without hesitation.

"I can't afford it!"

It would be better not to invite the prince, otherwise the banquet would be a mess.

"yes."

Shu Yun hurriedly added Princess Tingyun's name, and then arranged to start posting.

Jiang Zhaoying went to Tianqing Courtyard with them to check again, carefully checking every pot of flowers and every corner, and then closed the gate of the courtyard. Then they discussed who would go outside to greet the guests tomorrow, where to lead them, how to sit, and what to eat...

Because Mrs. Song was eager to meet Song Mingji and Song Qinghuan, and Jiang Zhaoying had already warned the servants, there was no obstruction in mobilizing people, and everyone cooperated very well.

By the time all the posts are sent and all the replies are received, the whole day is almost over.

While drinking her soup, Mrs. Song pointed at the clothes and jewelry she had brought from the palace and patted Song Qinghuan's hand.

"Let's arrange tomorrow's banquet and the marriage first. As for that little bitch Jiang Zhaoying, I will always find a way to make her vomit everything out."

Song Qinghuan has been angry since yesterday and has no idea how many things he has smashed. When he heard what Mrs. Song said, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

"Can't we divorce her?"

"Divorcing someone just after getting married will bring bad reputation to the Song family."

Moreover, she didn't know how much dowry Jiang Zhaoying brought. What if Jiang Zhaoying concealed something? That would not be acceptable. She wanted all of Jiang Zhaoying's dowry.

"It would be better to just kill her."

"snort."

Mrs. Song sneered.

"That's certain. It's just a matter of time."

Seeing that her daughter was unhappy, Mrs. Song hugged Song Qinghuan into her arms and pinched her fair little face.

"My daughter is so beautiful and good, she must marry a good family, live the best life, and be the best wife."

With calculations emerging in her eyes, Mrs. Song turned her head.

"Go and invite the prince over."

When Song Chengyu came in, she found that her mother had a thick layer of powder on her face, as if she was covering something. She frowned slightly and asked her.

"What happened to mother's face?"

Mrs. Song's expression froze and she quickly avoided her son's gaze.

"I was confused when I got up at night and bumped into something. It's okay. I'll be fine tomorrow."

Zhao Yurou's slap was extremely heavy, as if she had been enduring for twenty years and was about to take revenge in one go. In the carriage, Mrs. Song spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Now even her teeth were loose. It took a lot of effort to get the swelling down, but the red marks could not be healed for a while.

"Chengyu, my mother has some plans tomorrow, I hope you won't stop me."

As soon as Song Chengyu raised his eyebrows, Mrs. Song leaned forward and told him the plan for tomorrow's banquet. Song Chengyu's face instantly became extremely gloomy.

"no."

He quickly rejected Mrs. Song's plan, but Song Qinghuan started crying and making a fuss.

"Brother, you can't do this or that. She's holding on to the things and won't give them to us. If something goes wrong, we'll be dead."

These words seemed to have touched Song Chengyu's reverse scale. He raised his hand and slammed the cup hard on the table, his whole expression becoming extremely gloomy.

Song Qinghuan's face frightened and he shrank back, Mrs. Song said anxiously.

"That's why we have to find a way to settle this matter quickly. When the time comes, Mingji and Qinghuan will be married off well, and you will take over the position of the Marquis. Then our entire Song Mansion will be on the rise and we won't have to worry about anything. When the time comes, you can just marry another legitimate daughter of a prince or noble family. Maybe it will help you move up to a higher level."

Song Chengyu began to waver after hearing this.

No one and nothing is more important than his future.

Can.

When Jiang Zhaoying's beautiful face and the aura of managing the household flashed through his mind, Song Chengyu frowned.

"You're so distressed because you only touched her once. From now on, when she listens to you, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

Mrs. Song patted Song Chengyu's hand, and Song Qinghuan leaned over and hugged his arm and acted coquettishly.

"Brother, our future is more important. You can't be soft-hearted."

This logic is correct.

But when he thought about Jiang Zhaoying being taken away by someone else... Song Chengyu's face became uglier and uglier. He didn't say anything, but got up and left the yard. Madam Song and Song Qinghuan looked at his departing back and raised their hands in anger to throw the things away.

Whether he agrees or not, it’s done tomorrow!

"Mother, I'll go find some help."

Song Qinghuan stood up as he spoke, and Madam Song frowned.

"We need to find someone more reliable. We must make sure this little bitch can never hold her head up again."

"Know."

Song Qinghuan sneered. This time, she must succeed. She wanted to get everything that belonged to Jiang Zhaoying, otherwise her dowry would not be good-looking.

…

The further Song Chengyu walked, the rage he became. When he stopped, he had already arrived at Tianqing Courtyard where the banquet was to be held tomorrow. The servant opened the door and he went in to take a look around. Gently stroking the proud chrysanthemums that were bigger than a bowl, Song Chengyu turned around and ran towards Jiang Zhaoying's Kongliu Cottage.

When Jiang Zhaoying heard that Song Chengyu was outside, disgust surged in her eyes.

"Miss, the prince said he has something to discuss with you."

"kindness."

You can't avoid it anyway. You'll see it whenever you look up. The more you see it, the more you hate it. The more you see it, the more disgusted you feel.

Song Chengyu came in, glanced coldly across the hall, walked in front of Jiang Zhaoying, and looked at her steadily.

She was very beautiful, but also very cold, especially the rejection in her eyes that made Song Chengyu extremely irritated.

"She's just a concubine, is it worth it for you to be so fussy? How long are you going to make such a fuss?"

It's too intolerant for a wife like her to argue with two concubines all day long. Which man in the world doesn't have three wives and four concubines?

"Just tell me if you have something to say."

Song Chengyu's handsome face was filled with anger, and he turned to look at Shu Yun and Shu Yu.

"Let them leave. Husband and wife should talk about their affairs behind closed doors."

"cannot."

Jiang Zhaoying responded indifferently, and Shu Yun and Shu Yu's hair stood on end at once. They became alert and stared at Song Chengyu with all four eyes.

"I'm going to rest here tonight."

"What's the meaning?"

Jiang Zhaoying's eyes fell on Song Chengyu like knives, and she beat him until he was covered with wounds, so that he would not dare to have any other thoughts. Unexpectedly, this man was not afraid of death, and he became restless again in just a short time.

Song Chengyu opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhaoying. He could feel Jiang Zhaoying's alienation and resistance, but the more she was like this, the more he wanted to press her under him. When she tasted that wonderful taste, she would naturally not blame him anymore.

Then.

With almost malicious intent, Song Chengyu looked at Jiang Zhaoying and sneered at every word.

"Consummate the marriage with! You!"