Is it so direct?
Won’t Zhiyu become suspicious?
"Really?" Jiang Zhiyu looked at Jiang Sulan in surprise. "Sister, what do you know? Let me tell you..."
Seeing that Jiang Zhiyu did not become suspicious but instead enthusiastically started discussing with Jiang Sulan, everyone felt relieved.
Only He Yanting never worried from beginning to end.
He had long discovered that Zhiyu had a strange sense of trust in the people she recognized, and no matter what they did, Zhiyu basically would not be suspicious.
Jiang Zhiyu really didn't think too much about it. After all, Jiang Sulan loved gossip, so it was not impossible for her to know about the affair between the Third Assistant Minister and Miss Xu.
What she knows is definitely not as much as what I know.
As the two discussed, they uttered various interjections. Even the uncles who were not interested in these gossips raised their glasses and pretended to drink, but in fact they pricked up their ears to listen.
After hearing Zhiyu say that he had slapped the Third Minister, Jiang Sulan excitedly exclaimed, "Well done!"
She did not lower her voice when she spoke, and people at other tables all looked at her in surprise. The Third Assistant Minister also frowned and looked over.
But as soon as he saw Jiang Zhiyu, he quickly turned around and started to socialize enthusiastically with his glass of wine in hand.
Xu Youran patted her hand gently. "What are you talking about? You're so excited and impulsive, and you have no manners at all."
Jiang Sulan lowered her head slightly. It was a pity that she could not hear the voices of others, otherwise she would have discovered that when she said that the fight was good, the others were also sighing the same way in their hearts.
As the glasses clinked, time passed by quietly in the blink of an eye.
The third minister was crowded into the bridal chamber by his friends, and then a group of people stood outside the door and eavesdropped.
Jiang Zhiyu followed the Xu family out of the table, thinking to himself:
[Originally, the Third Minister was married to Miss Xu and did not take a concubine. However, Miss Xu was unlucky and died in just five years, leaving behind only a daughter. It was three years later that the Third Minister remarried.]
Although I don't know whether Miss Xu is just unlucky or if there's something else going on, I do know that the Third Assistant Minister isn't as affectionate as I previously thought. A blessed woman won't marry into an unfortunate family, and Miss Xu's fate was truly a stroke of luck.
Jiang Sulan nodded in agreement.
Xiao Qingwu has an impulsive personality. He didn't act up during the wedding ceremony, so he'll probably do so during the wedding night.
Xiao Lingyu: “!!!”
etc!
Although he didn't know what "making a fool" meant, it didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning of the word by referring to the context.
Is it possible that the bridal chamber is something Xiao Qingwu can do?
There was a fluctuation in Xiao Lingyu's eyes, but he didn't show it on his face. After he left the door of the Minister of Works, he pretended to lose something, said goodbye to the Xu family, and turned back.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard a loud noise inside. Several young masters stood outside the door, muttering with confusion on their faces: "Brother Zhao, although, the noises in the Third Assistant Minister's bridal chamber are too loud. I don't think it's a fight, but more like... a fight?"
He hesitated slightly, and a young man next to him agreed: "I think so too."
Another person followed suit: "Me too."
The man called Brother Zhao had a flushed face and was obviously drunk. His eyes were wandering and he spoke with a bit of a lisp: "...You, you don't understand... This is called, boudoir fun!"
He said, waving his arms: "Listen, it's been ringing for so long, has anyone called anyone in?"
The young men nearby shook their heads.
Brother Zhao chuckled twice: "That, that's right!" He looked around and said with a lewd smile: "Soon, it will be time to cry for help."
As if in response to his words, as soon as he finished speaking, the panicked cry for help from the Third Assistant Minister came from inside: "Someone! Help, help!"
Brother Zhao hummed in confusion: "Why, why is it a man shouting?"
Xiao Lingyu: "..."
Seeing that they were about to break in, Xiao Lingyu quickly stepped forward.
The young man next to him was the first to notice him and quickly knelt and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
The others were also surprised and followed him, saying, "Greetings, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Xiao Lingyu stepped forward: "No need to be polite, what are you guys doing..."
Being caught eavesdropping by the bride's brother, they all felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly said, "We are just sending the Third Minister in. We will leave now."
The others echoed, and seeing Xiao Lingyu nod, they quickly ran away, one pulling the other, not daring to stay any longer.
After making sure that everyone had left, the smile on Xiao Lingyu's face suddenly disappeared.
He raised his hand, knocked on the door three times, and walked straight in without waiting for the person inside to respond.
As soon as you enter the room, you will see a mess. The arranged dinner plates and red candles are scattered all over the floor. The table is also overturned. There is a faint burnt red silk underneath, which emits a burnt smell.
The groom, the third assistant minister, clutched his arm, blood dripping down the back of his hand. He leaned against the table to keep himself steady. The bride, Xiao Qingwu, sat on the edge of the bed, a blood-stained dagger still clutched in her hand.
"Get out! Who allowed you in..."
Xiao Qingwu's scolding stopped abruptly when he saw the person coming.
It's like fate is stuck in its throat.
"Prince brother!"
After being surprised, Xiao Qingwu came to his senses and hurriedly threw the dagger down, making a dull sound on the ground.
Xiao Lingyu turned around and closed the door, his eyes calm, as if he was not seeing the bride about to assassinate the groom, but a daily quarrel between husband and wife.
His tone was calm, yet it carried a strong intimidating force: "Why are you making such a fuss on your wedding night?"
He bent down, picked up the dagger from the ground, and slowly and carefully wiped the blood off the dagger with the red curtain on the ground. "Qingwu has a bad temper. Please bear with me, my dear consort. On such a happy day, the sight of blood is unlucky."
The Third Assistant Minister gritted his teeth. He understood what Xiao Lingyu meant. The implication was that he wanted to keep the peace.
"Your Highness, the princess is acting so haphazardly. If I hadn't dodged quickly, the dagger wouldn't have pierced my arm, but my neck!"
Faced with life and death, the Third Assistant Minister no longer cared about the imperial power. He stared at Xiao Qingwu with bloodshot eyes, and it seemed that he wanted to tear her apart alive.
Xiao Qingwu was not afraid of him at all. Compared to the Third Assistant Minister, she was more afraid of the Crown Prince who now had a calm face. She sobbed and said, "Crown Prince, I, I really didn't mean it. I just carried this dagger with me for self-defense in case of accidents."
As she spoke, she carefully watched his expression. "I was sitting by the bed. The maids and servants had gone to get something. I was alone in the room, covered with a veil. I couldn't see anything. I was already scared, but suddenly I heard someone coming in and walking towards me. In my anxiety, I..."
[Okay, okay, serious nonsense.]
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