Suddenly, her vision brightened, and Qingyin subconsciously looked up to examine her future husband in this life.

The Ninth Prince, or perhaps Yin Tang, bore a striking resemblance to Consort Yi, possessing feminine features despite being a man. Yet, he did not exhibit any effeminate traits. At this moment, his slender, almond-shaped eyes were filled with joy and a hint of nervousness as he earnestly reflected his own image.

He was indeed a rare handsome man. Qingyin was slightly taken aback. There were many good-looking men, but this kind of appearance was quite rare. Qingyin looked at Yintang in front of her with appreciation.

Yinzhen blushed slightly under her gaze. It seemed his little wife was quite pleased with his appearance. Yinzhen had never been so grateful to his mother for giving him such good looks. He slowly brought his handsome face closer to his bride, straightened his shoulders, and was determined to present Qingyin with his best angle.

Qingyin didn't realize this; she only thought her future husband had a good physique.

Yinzhen cleared his throat. This was their first meeting, and remembering his embarrassment last time, Yinzhen felt a pang of bitterness. Just then, Qingyin, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes fixed on him, looked over. Yinzhen completely forgot the lines he had rehearsed hundreds of times in his mind. "..."

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Qingyin asked, puzzled. Why was Yinzhen staring at her blankly without moving? Was he lost in thought? Qingyin tentatively waved her slender, white fingers in front of Yinzhen's eyes.

Looking at the hand that was swaying in front of him like a work of art, Yin Tang subconsciously grabbed it tightly.

"It's nothing," Yinzhen said in a hoarse voice, his Adam's apple bobbing.

His heart pounded like thunder. Never before had he realized so profoundly that the exquisitely beautiful bride before him was his wife, the mother of his future child. Words failed him. He couldn't distinguish between the ambiguous gaze and the inappropriate action. The unopened flower was forced to open its tender bud, trembling. Raindrops fell, and the pure white petals were forced to unfold little by little, searching for the nectar deep within. The moonlight enveloped the flower, swaying gently.

As dawn broke, the ambiguous marks all over her body adorned her snow-white skin, like a colorful and dazzling painting.

In the early morning, Zeng Li gently knocked on the door, but received no response. She quietly entered without making a sound, lifted a corner of the gauze curtain, and saw a sea of ​​red. The sight made the inexperienced woman blush slightly. To make sure her mistress was still sleeping soundly, she quietly withdrew.

As the sun rose high in the sky, the summer chirping was silenced by Zeng Li's pebbles, and the occasional birds that flew by couldn't be stopped. Fortunately, the birds weren't chirping frequently or noisily, and Qingyin slept until noon.

Lazily opening her eyes, the dense aches and pains from the night had largely subsided. Qingyin stretched her arms slightly, yawning and relaxing her somewhat limp waist.

Hearing the commotion, Zeng Li happily walked in.

"Master, it's time for lunch."

Qingyin looked at Zeng Li, who was teasing her, and felt a little shy. However, thinking about her usual routine, Qingyin lay back down on the bed like a lazy bum.

"A-Li, help me get dressed." Qingyin smiled, her eyes crinkling, her voice soft and sweet.

Zeng Li immediately understood the prince's madness yesterday. She suppressed a smile and gently helped Qingyin get dressed, saying, "Your Highness needs to move around a bit. Lying down all the time will make your muscles slack off."

Despite expressing her concern, her actions were incredibly meticulous. During the mealtime, the palace maids sent by Yinzhen watched as Zeng Li's head maid practically fed the food to the concubine.

The actions and words were practically unrelated.

Qingyin was aware of Zeng Li's minor quirk. She enjoyed the sweet corn and pea soup on her lips while listening to the introductions of the new palace maids.

Yinzhen specially assigned four personal maids. One was named Bichun, who knew medicine; another was named Hezhu, who was calm and patient and very meticulous. Qingyin noticed that whenever she came across a dish she liked, the girl's eyes would linger on it for a while longer. The other two were twins named Xiaorou and Xiaomeng. All of them had very pleasing appearances, and their steps were quick and light, indicating that they all had some martial arts skills.

It wasn't easy for Yinzhen to find these palace maids. Qingyin learned about their whereabouts after finishing her lunch.

At this moment, the eldest concubine, Hezhu, stepped forward and gently helped herself up. "Master, Concubines Jiang and Liang wanted to visit you this morning, but seeing that you were still asleep, I sent them back."

"Okay, well done." Qingyin nodded.

She is now the most powerful mistress in the Prince's mansion besides Yinzhen. It's acceptable for the concubines to come and pay their respects, but they are just concubines after all, and there's no need for them to come and pay their respects to her. Qingyin guesses that these two probably want to test her, their new boss.

After thinking for a moment, Qingyin said, "If there's nothing going on in this manor, don't let them come to pay their respects to me."

"Yes, Master."

He Zhu smiled and nodded, showing no surprise. It was clear that Yin Tang had given these maids a lot of instructions.

With the help of four new capable palace maids, Qingyin quickly became familiar with the entire Prince's mansion. Because of Yinzhen's instructions, the affairs of the inner courtyard were all handed over to Qingyin. With the help of these maids, Qingyin quickly got the hang of things and also realized the Prince's crazy money-making ability. No wonder she received a bunch of invitations as soon as she entered the Prince's mansion.

"Money really is everything," Qingyin thought to herself, picking up an exquisite invitation card that was for a royal lady's flower-viewing banquet. She casually tossed it onto the table.

The weather is getting warmer, and it's sweltering outside. Qingyin stayed in the room filled with ice blocks, which made her feel a little cooler. Thinking about the Eighth Prince's wedding that she had to attend in January, whether it was because of Guo Luoluo Minghui or something else, Qingyin sincerely wished that it would be cooler next month.

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