Chapter 20 Can't stand the pain of marriage

"We're just seeing each other. If you like someone, you can get married sooner. It will be perfect when you reach the age of marriage."

Xu Youran wiped the rice from her mouth, eyes full of doting.

Jiang Zhiyu tried to reason with her: "Mom, I think we can take it slow. Look at me now," she stood up and turned around: "I'm just a little radish. Please let me grow up for a few more years."

[This is killing me. I want to get married when my hair hasn't even grown yet? ]

[I can't stand the pain of marriage. Xu

Youran: “…”

“You’re grown up, make your own decisions, but you must go to the flower-viewing party at the Shangshu Mansion tomorrow.”

Xu Youran had already taken a step back, so Jiang Zhiyu naturally wouldn’t push her too far and nodded in agreement. Besides—

[Ahahaha, there are so many melons in the Shangshu Mansion, and I’ll be caught in the act, there’s no way I wouldn’t join in the fun!

Xu Youran:!!!

…

The next day, Jiang Zhiyu was still in a coma when Xu Youran spanked her hard on the butt. She opened her dazed eyes and saw Zhuying kneeling on the ground, Jiang Sulan next to her covering her mouth and chuckling, and Xu Youran had a look of anger on her face.

"What are you doing? It's only a few o'clock."

She threw herself into Xu Youran's arms and rubbed her: "Sleep a little longer, just a little longer."

Xu Youran was so angry that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Still sleeping! Are you going to the flower viewing party today? Get up and change your clothes quickly."

Seeing that she couldn't sleep anymore, Jiang Zhiyu sighed slowly and let Zhuying help her wash up.

"The people in your yard are getting more and more unruly. They don't even remind the master after he has slept?"

Zhuying knelt down with a plop, and the other maids followed her and knelt down quickly. Jiang Zhiyu, with water in her mouth, said vaguely: "Don't lose your temper so early in the morning. I told them not to call me."

"You are the only one who protects them," Xu Youran scolded with a smile. Seeing that she still wanted to wear the green dress, she said: "Wear the one I picked today."

Jiang Zhiyu understood her thoughts instantly.

[My mother is still a wicked person.]

Xu Youran: "..." How can you talk like that? Do you think you can't hear her if she doesn't speak?

"Hurry up and put on your clothes, don't be petty."

Jiang Zhiyu, with one hand already in her sleeve: ???

[Aren't you wearing it? How am I petty? I'm just feeling wronged! 】

Jiang Sulan was laughing so hard that her body was shaking.

Xu Youran chose a skirt with hundreds of gold butterflies embroidered in flowery clouds. The light pink skirt was embroidered with soft fur, and the hem was covered with large silver butterflies. When she moved, she looked lifelike, as if she was about to fly away.

With Jiang Zhiyu's young appearance and two cute pear-shaped ears, she looked like a fairy child.

Xu Youran nodded with satisfaction and went out with her two daughters.

At the gate of the prime minister's mansion, Song Shiwei and Yun Shu were standing beside the carriage. When they saw them coming out, the master and servant bowed to greet them.

Unlike Jiang Zhiyu, who was obviously dressed up, Song Shiwei was dressed very simply, even a little dull. At first glance, she looked a bit like Mrs. Du.

Xu Youran's face darkened, but she didn't say anything and got on the carriage directly.

The carriage rolled slowly by, and from time to time the hawkers' cries could be heard outside the carriage, but it was silent inside.

Jiang Zhiyu resisted the urge to lift the curtain, and moved her body back and forth.

[I really want to see outside! I want to eat something, I'm so hungry.]

[Why don't they talk? Isn't it embarrassing? Please, please say something.]

"Zhiyu, didn't you eat anything this morning? I still have some lotus cakes here, eat some first."

[Sister! You are my real sister! 】

Jiang Zhiyu touched her rumbling stomach and happily took it: "Thank you, sister."

Someone spoke, and the atmosphere eased a little. Xu Youran turned her head to look at Song Shiwei: "I remember that you like red clothes, why are you wearing so plain today?"

"Mom, the color of my clothes is just a little lighter. My father asked Xiu Niang to make it with Liuguangjin. Since I'm going to visit someone, I want to dress up nicely."

【Who? I forgot, but no matter who it is, the heroine will definitely not like it. 】

Looking at Song Shiwei who didn't wear any accessories on her body, Xu Youran just nodded slightly.

This is not her biological daughter, and she doesn't have the heart to treat her as her own daughter like Jiang Zhaorong.

Moreover, after hearing Zhiyu's inner voice, saying that she intended to poison Sulan, he was still willing to find her a good marriage, because of their past friendship.

Since Song Shiwei didn't appreciate it, there was no need for him to do anything thankless.

...

The people of Tianqi were open-minded, especially in marriage. Although parents' orders were also taken, it was mostly the will of both parties. Therefore, the wives of officials would hold banquets from time to time.

In addition to the young men and women, sometimes even the princes and princesses would be present.

The ladies admired the flowers and visited the gardens, while the young men and women went boating on the lake to keep in touch.

Jiang Zhiyu's arrow shot in the autumn hunt was still remembered by everyone. Hearing that she would come, many young men were eagerly looking forward to it, including Lu Daizong.

Somehow, after returning from the autumn hunt, Lu Daizong found that he seemed to have a hidden disease. He seemed to have lost interest in women, and every time he had sex, he ended it hastily.

Even the imperial physician could not cure it, and only vaguely said that it might be psychological trauma.

What a joke, it was just a pinch, and he had seen bloodier ones before, how could it leave any psychological trauma!

Lu Daizong drank with a depressed look on his face, and his gloomy face made people avoid him.

The crowd suddenly became agitated. They seemed to have the same destination. Lu Daizong grabbed a young man's arm and asked, "What happened up front?"

"Madam Jiang is here. The crown prince and the fifth prince have also arrived. They are at the door."

"Jiang Zhiyu." Lu Daizong murmured in a low voice, as if a hidden electric current was gathered from all over his body to a certain place. He groaned slightly and adjusted his sitting position. His wide robe blocked a certain place. He stood up happily, his eyes flashing with a mysterious light.

He seemed to suddenly know what his problem was.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu and the others got off the car, a luxurious carriage stopped next to theirs, and Xiao Siyuan and a man got off the car.

He was tall and slender, with snow-white clothes, black hair, sparse eyebrows, and cold eyes like stars looking at them coldly.

Before Jiang Zhiyu remembered who this was, Xu Youran leaned over to salute: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness the Fifth Prince."

[Oh, this is the puppet crown prince chosen by the emperor, so handsome, Shashasha.]

Jiang Sulan's body swayed, and Xiao Siyuan reached out to support her.

Although Xu Youran was calmer than her daughter, her eyes blocked by her hair also trembled.

Is this a royal secret? Is this really something they can listen to?