Jiang Ying noticed his overly passionate gaze, frowned and glared at him, "What are you looking at? Let's go!"

"Are the other members of the Jiang family really going?" Yan Zhuo was very happy.

How could this be possible? On Yingying and her husband's big day, have they both decided to recognize their granddaughter? They failed at the critical moment!

Jiang Ying did not answer him, remembering what her grandmother had told her earlier, that her father Jiang Shang requested the emperor's order to return from the border, but encountered a shipwreck on the way, and he should have arrived a few days ago, but was delayed until now.

But it doesn't matter, I can still make it to the full moon banquet where we can talk about love.

Before the carriage from the Prince's Palace arrived, the three brothers had already hurried out of the city gate to greet them.

After my grandmother was sure that my father was fine, she naturally took my brothers to the banquet.

As for whether Jiang Shang would go with them or go back to pick up Luo Xiao and Jiang Yilin, that was within Jiang Ying's consideration.

"My father is back, they will be later."

Jiang Ying was not at all shy and was the first to climb onto the carriage brought by Yan Zhuo.

The latter was a little surprised, but soon he also went to the palace with his son in his arms. "After today, tomorrow will be our wedding day. Have you seen the betrothal gift list? If there is anything you are not satisfied with, you can make changes."

Jiang Ying pretended to close his eyes and said, "No."

I have no intention of getting close to him, so what can I say?

Yan Zhuo didn't know this, he had been thinking about it for a whole day, even if the woman had wings, she might fly away!

It seems that he listened to the situation and reasoning of the previous few days.

Looking at Jiang Ying's beautiful and charming face, Yan Zhuo's mood suddenly changed, and the corners of his cold mouth slowly curled up into an arc of joy.

This expression happened to be seen by 께 Yanjian, who sighed in sympathy.

[What's with that look from your scumbag dad? Could it be that he's attracted to mom? 】

[It's magical and weird. In my previous life, my mother was shameless enough to approach my scumbag father, and she was always rejected. Why is it that in this life, my mother ignored him, and he came to me with all kinds of reasons? 】

[No wonder people say men are mean. When someone likes him, he cherishes them. When someone cares about him, he will be determined to get her...]

Jiang Ying was just pretending to doze with his eyes closed, but he was really asleep.

She heard her son's mental activity clearly and was so frightened that she almost lost her concentration and closed her eyes.

It felt like a magnitude 5 earthquake had occurred in my heart!

What? Yan Zhuo likes her?

The monkey must have drunk too much milk earlier, so he was talking nonsense!

Jiang Ying certainly believed it, and couldn't ignore the burning gaze in the car that seemed to be there and not there. She was very annoyed! She didn't need to doubt who it was, after all, this was definitely how the monkey felt when he looked at her!

Therefore, this journey was quite torturous.

Jiang Ying closed his eyes and rested, and when he finally arrived at the gate of the Prince Qin's Mansion, he opened his eyes and felt even more tired than when he left.

…

"You follow me for a while, and don't pay attention to anyone's gazes or comments." Yan Zhuo said softly to Jiang Ying before getting off the carriage.

Jiang Ying knew what he meant. She had not yet regained her status. In principle, she was still just a mistress who grew up in the countryside.

Many people must be pleased with her, especially those ladies who think they are noble and distinguished.

But in order to laugh at her and embarrass Yan Zhuo, Tong Xiao invited a lot of people today. Almost all the high-ranking officials and nobles from the capital were here!

Here, few people like Yan Zhuo openly or secretly, so they will regard her as a thorn in their eyes.

Jiang Ying nodded calmly, "Get off the carriage."

As the car door opened, the voices that could be vaguely heard became louder and louder. Servants were coming and going, and the entrance to the Qinwang Mansion was bustling with people.

I don't know who it is, but someone called out, "Wow, look over there, the real boss is here!"

All the chaotic noises stopped, and even the people walking nearby quickly slowed down their pace, stood still and looked at them.

Someone laughed and asked, "What main character? Is that Prince Yan's carriage? Could it be that he really dotes on the mother and daughter so much that he went to pick them up in person?"

"What a joke! Can a concubine go to the palace and ask the emperor for a marriage in person?"

"The one given as marriage gift is the legitimate daughter of Duke Jiang's mansion, and the one given as marriage gift is the concubine of that vixen. How can this count? I bet that the prince came alone and did not bring that woman with him!"

"Yes, I'll bet too. Ten taels of silver."

"The child's full-month banquet is held in the Qinwang Palace. A concubine's son is given such a great honor. She is already a Qinwang Consort. Why allow that woman to come? If a mother wants to be honored by her son, she should be patient and hide. Otherwise, if people see her charming face that seduces men, I'm sure someone will be jealous and make a fool of herself!"

“Hahahaha…” Everyone laughed and belittled at the same time, without any concealment.

His eyes were just staring at the carriage door, blinking.

Yan Zhuo was the first to get off the carriage gracefully, holding a fair and beautiful child in his arms. Especially after the careful dressing today, Yan Zhuo's child looked even whiter and more tender, like a fairy child.

The sounds of people watching the show all around suddenly changed, and everyone took a deep breath.

"Wow, is that Prince Yan's child? So pretty!"

"Me too. I've never seen such a pretty child. One look at him makes my heart melt."

"Look carefully, that child looks just like Prince Yan, so handsome!"

"Now I finally understand why His Royal Highness dotes on that child. Who would like such a beautiful child who looks like his own son?"

No one had any ill will towards the child, and many people even had stars in their eyes.

I thought it would be nice if I could be this child's stepmother. It would be nice to be the princess of a county and have a child who could win my favor.

Among them was Meng Weiwei, who was deeply infatuated with Yan Zhuo. She stood far away from the carriage with her handkerchief almost torn.

He said in a hateful voice, "You bastard! My brother was supposed to kiss me, so the child he's holding now should be mine and his child!"

Thinking of this, Meng Weiwei actually ignored everything else and walked towards Yan Zhuo with her skirt lifted.

When she came closer, she put on her prettiest smile and the most beautiful posture, and bowed gently, "Your Highness, congratulations on the hundredth day of your first child's health."

She wanted to show her generous side so that maybe Yan Zhuo could see her.

After all, although he was going to marry a principal wife, the two positions of concubines were still vacant. She did not believe that the Bodhisattva of the Jiang family could really tolerate a favorite concubine and a concubine's eldest son.

Once Yan Zhuo is satisfied with Jiang Yilin, she will definitely have a chance!

Therefore, Meng Weiwei became even more enthusiastic, pretending that she really liked the child, "Your Highness, this child really looks like you. He will definitely be handsome and smart when he grows up. Weiwei heard that Your Highness's hand was injured. If Your Highness is willing, you can give the child to Weiwei. Weiwei has many brothers and sisters at home, and he is the best at taking care of children!"

She hated Jiang Ying and wanted to kill her, but if her son could be a stepping stone for her to enter the Prince's Mansion, then she could barely consider it and let the child grow up normally.

At this time, Jiang Ying was still in the car. When he heard Meng Weiwei's voice, he subconsciously slowed down his pace to get out of the car.

However, Yan Zhuo did not give her the chance to hide her head. He glanced coldly at Meng Weiwei who was approaching, stretched out a hand, and tapped the door of the carriage with his fingers, "Ying'er, it's time to get off the car."