"Qiuju, Lan'er, are you there?"
There was no response from outside. Jiang Shuyue picked up the envelope, pulled out the letter, and quickly scanned it.
"Moon Maiden, I'm back at the military camp. I was so excited last night that I couldn't sleep a wink. Thank you for choosing me. From now on, I have a family too."
Don't worry about me. I'll do my best in the army and strive for a respectable position. I can't let others laugh at you for marrying a commoner.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuyue murmured to herself, "Did I agree to him last night? I can't remember?"
Jiang Shuyue rubbed her forehead and continued reading. The next part was a promise of a lifetime of monogamy, and that he would take full responsibility should the Emperor punish him.
Every word was filled with tenderness and sincerity, making Jiang Shuyue blush and her heart race.
Just then, familiar footsteps sounded outside.
“Miss, the palace has sent two bolts of Tianxiang Yunwu gauze. I have already put them into the storeroom. The two bolts of Yunwu gauze have elegant patterns. After the Lantern Festival, I will have the embroiderers cut them to make summer clothes for you.”
As soon as Qiuju entered the door, she happily launched into a long speech.
Jiang Shuyue's mind was filled with the contents of the letter Nangong Zeyue had left for her, and she didn't hear a word Qiuju said.
Could it be that I got drunk last night and, in a moment of lust, actually made a promise to Nangong Zeyue?
What's most vivid in my mind right now is Nangong Zeyue wearing a moon-white straight-cut long robe last night.
Dressed in white, his features were as pure as snow. Beneath his thick, sword-like eyebrows, his narrow, fox-like eyes flowed like gentle spring water, as warm and refined as jade, making him appear like a handsome young gentleman.
Especially after Cangyun came over to apply medicine to him, the collar of his clothes was slightly open, revealing his firm chest muscles, which were quite alluring.
Jiang Shuyue vaguely remembered that she seemed to have glanced at it a couple more times.
Spring comes late in the capital. Could it be that I was infatuated and did something to him while drunk?
"If Miss didn't sleep well, I'll go and boil a bowl of hangover soup for you. After you drink it, you can go back to sleep for a while."
Jiang Shuyue's thoughts returned, and she looked up at Qiuju, "I don't think I did anything out of line last night, did I?"
"Miss, what's wrong? Are you still hungover from last night?"
Qiuju couldn't help but laugh. Could it be that Miss was drunk and had a wet dream last night, and couldn't tell if it was real or not when she woke up?
“Miss, you just drank a few too many cups. When I came over this morning, I saw that all the wine jars in the warm pavilion were empty. Young Master Nangong has already returned to the military camp. There is no one else in the room. Miss, you must be dreaming.”
Qiu Ju suppressed a laugh and omitted the word "spring".
"No, I mean... I didn't do anything to Nangong Zeyue..."
Before Jiang Shuyue could finish speaking, Qiu Ju couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
"Miss, you must be quite drunk. Last night, Lan'er and I served you in the warm pavilion. You were kind to us and let us go back to our rooms to sleep early. Young Master Nangong is a man of propriety. He still has injuries, so he probably didn't do anything."
Jiang Shuyue's face flushed instantly, and she quickly put down the letter in her hand and ran to the washroom.
When Cangyun helped apply the medicine, she saw clearly that Nangong Zeyue's minor injury wouldn't prevent him from doing anything.
She stopped in her tracks just as she reached the door of the restroom.
There were no unusual physical discomforts, and it didn't look like she had just finished having sex.
I've wasted my medical studies; I've even forgotten the basic theories of sexual intercourse.
Qiuju was completely bewildered by her mistress's reaction until Xue'er on the soft couch reached out her paw to play with the letter.
Qiuju then walked over and took the letter from Xue'er's paws.
"Miss, may I take a look?"
As Qiuju spoke, her eyes were already glued to the letter.
"Miss, you have agreed to Young Master Nangong's proposal. Congratulations, Miss! Our household will finally have a son-in-law soon."
Jiang Shuyue walked over, took the letter from Qiuju's hand, and put it away.
She said worriedly, "I hope His Majesty can be magnanimous and not mind that Sui Sui calls Nangong Zeyue 'father'."
Since I've agreed, there's no reason for me to go back on my word.
However, here, imperial power is utterly oppressive.
Since ancient times, members of the royal family, even those from collateral branches, with their own harems and numerous concubines, could not seek new lovers even if they had grown tired of a woman.
She had only accidentally had physical intimacy with him once, so it shouldn't be a problem.
Xiao Jingzhao—perhaps he wasn't such a domineering and unreasonable person.
Thinking that Xiao Jingzhao would soon be participating in the talent show, Jiang Shuyue's worries gradually dissipated.
After thinking for a while, Qiuju suggested, "Miss, Suisui will be a prince in the future. It's not appropriate for him to call his new son-in-law 'father.' Not only will the royal family not tolerate it, but all the civil and military officials will be furious."
“That’s true. After being corrupt for thousands of years, it’s unlikely that they will accept my new ideas.” Jiang Shuyue frowned again.
"Miss, don't worry. There is a way to have the best of both worlds. Young Master Sui can call the son-in-law 'godfather' in the manor. Even if someone overhears, we don't have to worry."
Qiuju heard her young mistress using new words in her anxiety once again.
Although she didn't quite understand the new words the young lady used, she could roughly grasp their meaning based on the current situation.
Jiang Shuyue waved her hand, "Forget it, it's all just empty titles. I don't even know if Sui Sui is at the Su residence today. Let's go over there later and tell him about it. So that it won't be too sudden when we find out."
"That's right. Although Young Master Sui and the young master are close, it's too sudden for a father to fall from the sky like this."
Qiuju happily patted Xue'er and went out to have breakfast brought in.
When Lan'er learned that her mistress had gotten up, she brought the hangover soup that had been warming on the stove, along with breakfast, to Xingyue Courtyard.
Under Lan'er's worried gaze, Jiang Shuyue reluctantly drank half a bowl of hangover soup.
After the meal, Qiuju helped Jiang Shuyue fix her hair and change her clothes before heading to the Su residence.
Upon entering the Su residence, one could see Du Qi and his servant putting up paper-cut window decorations.
"Miss, you've arrived. Young Master Sui is practicing calligraphy in the warm pavilion. Let me lead you in." Du Qi dropped what he was doing and greeted Jiang Shuyue with a big smile.
"No need, I can go in by myself. You go ahead with your work."
Jiang Shuyue walked forward as she spoke, but after taking two steps she turned back and said, "The manor should buy some maids. These delicate tasks are more suitable to be done by women."
Du Qi bowed repeatedly, "Miss is right. The eldest young master said that a few more maids will be added when the master and madam return to the capital."
A few years ago, when Jiang Shuyue first came, she was resistant to buying and selling maids and servants.
She believed that if you treat people sincerely, someone will always be willing to follow you, just like Qiuju. Although they no longer had a master-servant contract, Qiuju still followed her wholeheartedly.
However, the conventions here involve too many things, and not everyone has the character of Qiu Ju, Gao Mu, and Cang Yun.
Human nature cannot withstand the test. Even wealthy families with slave contracts could be betrayed by their servants, let alone hiring people like in modern times.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Jiang Shuyue has gotten used to it now, as long as she treats the servants well.
The mistress and servant entered the backyard, and Qiuju said, "Miss, please go in first. I'll go to the tea room and brew a pot of tea."
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