Consort Duan sneered, "What kind of grand wedding is this?"
Zhang Mama laughed and said, "Your Highness is right. It's just something we put on for others to see."
Consort Duan nodded.
Seeing that Consort Duan's expression had softened, Zhang Mama smiled and said, "You used to be so worried that the Prince didn't like women getting close to him. But you never expected that when you met Miss Yong'an at the age of ten, you would fall in love with her and never forget her."
Consort Duan seemed to remember something and sighed softly, "Yes, although this child was given to palace maids to raise before he was three months old, he is still my flesh and blood. Before he turned ten, palace maids were not allowed to come within three zhang of him. I thought he would never be able to marry and have children in his life."
“But I never expected that when I was ten years old, I would meet Yong’an and fall in love with her to the core. I joined the army at the age of thirteen. Although I rarely saw Yong’an, I know that Yu’er’s heart has always been with Yong’an. I think this child is also a good one, and only she is worthy to be my daughter-in-law.”
Granny Zhang nodded and said, "That's why we say our Prince's good fortune is yet to come. Your Highness, you can just wait and enjoy your blessings."
At this point, Granny Zhang glanced furtively at Consort Duan, then sighed softly, "Alas, who could have imagined that such a thing would happen? A perfectly good marriage turned into this, and there was even an assassination attempt on the wedding day. Fortunately, our Prince is blessed with good fortune and a long life. What if…"
Granny Zhang's face paled, and she looked terrified.
"It's all that bitch's fault! If it weren't for the fact that she's the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, I would have killed her long ago!" Consort Duan said fiercely, her face full of anger as she recalled what happened that day.
Seeing that Consort Duan's face had darkened again, Zhang Mama said, "Your Highness, please calm down. She's already in the inner courtyard of Prince An's mansion. How you treat her in the future is just a matter of your word, isn't it?"
Consort Duan nodded, her face contorted with rage: "You're right, there's plenty of time. As long as I remain in Prince An's residence, she won't have a good life."
Granny Zhang continued, "When Miss Yong'an heard that the Prince had been shot in the heart, she fainted from shock. When she woke up the next day, she cried and wanted to see the Prince, but Prime Minister Ren stopped her."
"Prime Minister Ren persuaded her that she had a cold in her body, and that the Prince's body was very weak at this time, making it easy for him to catch the illness. That's why Miss Yong'an endured it. She must have been suffering these past few days and really wanted to see our Prince."
Consort Duan's expression softened: "I think this child is quite good. Yu'er is almost fully recovered now. Go to the Left Prime Minister's residence later and ask her to come over tomorrow. Tell her that the position of Princess An can only be hers, and ask her to be patient for now."
Granny Zhang quickly replied, "Yes."
Consort Duan glanced at the horizon and asked, "What day of the month is it today?"
"Your Majesty, today is the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month."
Consort Duan paused in her movements. Ah, she's thirteen.
Consort Duan snorted coldly: "Go and pack your things. It will be the fifteenth in two days. I will go to the palace to pay my respects to that old hag, the Empress Dowager."
Granny Zhang exclaimed in surprise, "Your Highness, you've only been out of the palace for a few days, and you're already going back? I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
She's likely to be reprimanded by the Empress Dowager. Although the Empress Dowager's decree sounded nice, inviting her to the Prince An's residence to enjoy family life with the Prince, everyone knows that Consort Duan is disliked by both the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.
Consort Duan glanced at Zhang Mama and said coldly, "When I was in the palace, I had to pay my respects to that old hag, the Empress Dowager, on the first and fifteenth of every month. How come, now that I'm out of the palace and at my son's residence, I'm being accused of being unfilial by that old woman? Ha, I'm afraid that old hag is just waiting to find something on me, and I'm determined not to let her have her way."
I have to drive her crazy, I have to outlast her.
Consort Duan glared at Zhang Mama: "You're getting more and more senile as you get older. How could you not remember to remind me of such an important matter?"
Zhang Mama's face turned pale. It wasn't that she forgot to remind her; she clearly didn't want Consort Duan to enter the palace.
They're asking about Miss Yong'an again, and they want to go to the palace; who knows what trouble they'll cause this time?
Sigh, why can't Consort Duan just calm down for a while? You should know that in the current situation, it's not that Prince An came into being because of Consort Duan, but rather that Prince An came into being because of Consort Duan.
Even if Consort Duan wanted to make a decision for the Prince, she should first ask His Highness Prince An's opinion.
Consort Duan glanced at Zhang Mama and said, "Bring me the copy of the Avatamsaka Sutra that I copied as well."
Granny Zhang's mouth moved, wanting to say a few words of advice, but then she thought better of it. She knew how to restrain herself when she was in the palace, but now that she's at Prince An's residence...
Sigh, I guess I'll just forget about it.
...
Back in the main courtyard, Lu Xiaoyun entrusted Feng Yan with the matters she had just discussed with Zhu Yu, and then ate her meal in peace.
I had just finished shoveling a box of food into my stomach when my thumb started burning hot again, almost setting it on fire.
Lu Xiaoyun's eyelids twitched. "Zhu Yu, can you please stop courting death? I just woke up!"
Sooner or later, her thumb will definitely be burned off.
She's only been seriously injured and just woken up a few days ago. Aren't you tired of all this?
"Fine," Lu Xiaoyun tossed the bowl aside and said to Jiang Chuan, who was standing to the side, "Let's go to Feixue Garden."
Jiang Chuan: ...
Um?
Jiang Chuan stared wide-eyed, speechless and curious. Was he hallucinating? When did the Prince start missing that woman Lu Xiaoyun so much?
It hasn't been long since I got back.
Lu Xiaoyun glared back.
Jiang Chuan: "..."
In Feixue Garden, Zhu Yu's eyes seemed to spark as he coldly stared at the tall, straight figure at the door who had taken over his body.
Lu Xiaoyun glanced at the mess on the ground. Judging from the situation, Zhu Yu and the other person probably hadn't eaten a single bite.
Zhu Yu scoffed, "Hmph, pretending to be a good person by letting Jiang Chuan bring food while simultaneously informing Zhang Mama to come and provoke such shame and anger. Despicable!"
After saying that, he glanced at the thumb ring on Lu Xiaoyun's thumb.
Lu Xiaoyun's face darkened. Well, Zhu Yu actually thought she was two-faced.
Although she was a young woman, she had never despised such behavior. If she didn't want Zhu Yu to eat, she could simply ignore her. Was it really necessary for her to come all this way? She wasn't just bored.
On such a cold day, wouldn't it be nice to be inside a warm house and enjoying a delicious meal?
Jiang Chuan was furious: "Hey, how can you be so ungrateful? The Prince kindly asked me to bring you food, and you not only don't know how to be grateful, but you also dare to speak to the Prince like that. You offended Granny Zhang, but you turn around and criticize the Prince. Who gave you the audacity to despise the Prince like that!"
Zhu Yu roared, "How dare you! Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like this..." Zhu Yu gritted his teeth, "...How dare the concubine speak to me like this!"
Lu Xiaoyun could even see very clearly the veins throbbing on his forehead; his pale forehead did look rather pitiful.
“I…” Jiang Chuan glanced at his “Prince” and was surprised to find that “Prince An” was not only not angry, but was also smiling.
Jiang Chuan: "..."
He was at a loss for words.
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