"We're just seeing each other. If you find someone you like, we can settle down with her sooner rather than later. It would be perfect for you when you reach the age of marriage."
Xu Youran wiped the rice from her mouth, her eyes full of pampering.
Jiang Zhiyu tried to reason with him: "Mom, I think it can be slow. Look at me now." She stood up and turned around: "I'm just a little carrot. Please let me grow and thrive for a few years."
[This is killing me. Getting married when my hair hasn't even grown yet?]
I can't bear the hardship of marriage.
Xu Youran: “…”
"You're old enough to make your own decisions, but you must go to the flower viewing banquet at the Shangshu Mansion tomorrow."
Xu Youran had already taken a step back, so Jiang Zhiyu naturally wouldn't push her any further and nodded in agreement. Besides—
[Ahahahaha, there are so many melons in the Shangshu Mansion, and I'll be caught cheating on the spot. 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 laughing, and Xu Youran with a look of anger on his face.
"What are you doing? It's only what time."
She threw herself into Xu Youran's arms and rubbed against her: "Sleep a little longer, just a little longer."
Xu Youran was filled with anger, but she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Still sleeping! Are you going to the flower viewing party today? Hurry up and get changed."
Seeing that she couldn't sleep anymore, Jiang Zhiyu sighed slowly and asked Zhuying to help her wash up.
"The people in your yard are becoming more and more unruly. The master has overslept, and you don't even remind him?"
Zhuying knelt down with a plop, and the other maids followed her and knelt down quickly. Jiang Zhiyu, with water in her mouth, said incoherently, "Don't lose your temper so early in the morning. I told them not to call me."
"You're the only one protecting them," Xu Youran scolded with a smile. Seeing that she was still wearing the emerald green dress, she said, "Wear the one I picked out today."
Jiang Zhiyu immediately understood her thoughts.
My mother still has evil intentions.
Xu Youran: “…” How could she talk like that? Did she think she couldn’t hear him unless she spoke?
"Hurry up and put it on. Don't be so petty."
Jiang Zhiyu, with one hand already in her sleeve:???
"Isn't this what I'm wearing? How am I being petty? I'm just feeling wronged!"
Jiang Sulan laughed so hard that her body trembled.
Xu Youran chose a cloud-forged skirt with gold-embroidered butterflies embroidered in flowers. The light pink skirt was embroidered with soft fluff, and the hem was decorated with large silver butterflies. When she moved, she looked lifelike, as if she was about to fly away.
With Jiang Zhiyu's childish appearance and two cute dimples, he looks like a fairy child.
Xu Youran nodded with satisfaction and went out with her two daughters.
At the gate of the prime minister's residence, Song Shiwei and Yun Shu were standing beside the carriage. When they saw them come out, the master and servant bowed and saluted.
Unlike Jiang Zhiyu who was obviously dressed up, Song Shiwei was dressed very simply, even a little dull. At first glance, she looked somewhat similar to Du Shi.
Xu Youran's face darkened slightly, but she didn't say anything and got on the carriage directly.
The carriage rolled slowly by, and from time to time the cries of hawkers could be heard outside the carriage, but the inside of the carriage was silent.
Jiang Zhiyu tried hard to suppress the urge to lift the curtain and moved her body back and forth.
[I really want to see the outside! I want to eat something. I'm so hungry.]
"Why aren't they talking? Isn't that awkward? Please, please, please say something."
"Zhiyu, haven't you eaten anything this morning? I have some lotus cakes here. Have some to fill your stomach first."
[Sister! You are my real sister! ]
Jiang Zhiyu touched her rumbling stomach and happily took it: "Thank you, sister."
Someone spoke up, and the atmosphere eased a little. Xu Youran turned her head to look at Song Shiwei: "I remember you liked red clothes. Why are you wearing such plain clothes today?"
"Mother, the color of my clothes is just a little lighter. My father asked the embroiderer to make them with flowing brocade. Since I'm going to visit someone, I want to dress up nicely."
[Who is it? I remember now, the third son of the Shangshu Mansion, right? He's a good man, though ordinary, but honest and loyal. However, the heroine would definitely not like him.]
Looking at Song Shiwei who was not wearing any accessories, Xu Youran just nodded slightly.
She is not his biological daughter, and he does not have the heart to treat her as his biological daughter like Jiang Zhaorong.
What's more, after hearing Zhiyu's inner voice, saying that she was planning to poison Sulan, he was still willing to arrange a good marriage for her, all because of their past friendship.
Since Song Shiwei doesn't appreciate it, there's no need for him to do anything thankless.
…
During the Tianqi period, people were open-minded, especially in terms of marriage. Although there were cases of parents' orders, most of the time it was based on the consent of both parties. Therefore, wives of officials would hold banquets from time to time.
In addition to the young men and women, sometimes even princes and princesses would be present.
The ladies enjoyed the flowers and strolled in the garden, while the young men and women went boating on the lake to bond with each other.
Jiang Zhiyu's arrow shot during the autumn hunt is still remembered by everyone. When they heard that she would also come, many young masters were looking forward to it, including Lu Daizong.
For some reason, after returning from the autumn hunt, Lu Daizong found that he seemed to have a hidden illness. He seemed to have lost interest in women, and every sexual intercourse ended 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 threat. I have seen much bloodier things before. How could it leave any psychological trauma?
Lu Daizong drank with a depressed look on his face, and his gloomy expression made everyone who saw him take a detour.
The crowd suddenly became agitated. They all seemed to be heading to the same destination. Lü Daizong casually grabbed the arm of a young man and asked, "What happened up ahead?"
"Mrs. Jiang is here, and the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince are also here, right 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 part of his body. He stood up happily, his eyes flashing with a mysterious light.
He seemed to suddenly know where his problem lay.
As soon as Jiang Zhiyu and the others got off the car, a luxurious carriage stopped next to theirs, and Xiao Siyuan and a man got out of the carriage.
He was tall and slender, with snow-white clothes, black hair, sparse eyebrows, and cold eyes like stars that looked at him coldly.
Before Jiang Zhiyu could remember who this person was, Xu Youran bowed and saluted: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness the Fifth Prince."
[Oh, this is the puppet 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 pupils trembled even though they were hidden by her hair.
Is this a royal secret? Is this really something they should hear?
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