The next morning, just as it was getting light, Jiang Mingzhi was woken up by Wang Qiang.
No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't help but feel annoyed when she was woken up like this, "It's still early!"
Then he turned around and continued to sleep.
"It wasn't me who woke you up. It was my mother who asked me to come over. She was afraid that you would wake up too late and not have enough time to dress up. There's a time limit for entering the palace!"
As Wang Qiang spoke, she lay on the edge of the bed and tried to pull Jiang Mingzhi away without giving up.
Jiang Mingzhi had no choice but to sit up. His eyes were so sore that he couldn't open them. He was so sleepy that he felt drowsy.
But going to the palace to meet the nobleman was a big deal, and she didn't dare to delay it. Since Wang Zhaojun was called here by her aunt, her aunt must have her reasons. Thinking of this, Jiang Mingzhi stretched and yawned.
"Aren't you sleepy?" I said.
Jiang Mingzhi glanced at Wang Zhaojun. He had to get up early to go to the palace, but Wang Zhaojun didn't have to. If he were her, he wouldn't get up no matter who called him.
"You didn't sleep last night. I'm not like you."
Wang Zhaojun muttered something, then imitated the old woman and asked the maid to fetch water so that Jiang Mingzhi could wash and change clothes.
It's true, Jiang Mingzhi didn't sleep much last night. She had something on her mind and couldn't fall asleep. In the second half of the night, she felt a little sleepy and took a short nap. Then Wang Qiang came.
After washing up, Jiang Mingzhi and Wang Qiang went to their aunt's yard together.
Uncle Wang Hanzhang had just finished his breakfast and was getting ready to go out in his purple court robes.
The two of them bowed to him. Wang Hanzhang handed the wet handkerchief in his hand to the serving woman. His eyes fell on Jiang Mingzhi, and he couldn't help but reveal an admiring look. He said, "Don't be afraid when you enter the palace. She is your aunt. Don't contradict what the noble lady says. We'll talk about it when we get back. Don't talk too much."
His uncle was always a man of few words, but his earnest teachings at this moment warmed Jiang Mingzhi's heart, and he responded respectfully.
When her uncle went to court, Zhang called Du Ruo and said, "Bring some porridge for the two girls."
As soon as the order was given, the clever little maid brought up the bowls and chopsticks. Jiang Mingzhi and Wang Qiang sat on either side of Zhang. Zhang took the bowl herself and served a bowl of porridge to Jiang Mingzhi.
"The shredded chicken and fish maw porridge, simmered for two hours, is not greasy when eaten with pickled cucumbers."
Although these were just casual words, full of warmth and affection, they made her nose sore, and her eyes were filled with tears when she looked at her aunt.
"What about mine?"
Wang Qiang pouted and pushed the bowl away jealously, looking like a jealous and shameless person.
Jiang Mingzhi burst into laughter, but was afraid that her aunt would notice something was wrong, so she quickly suppressed her smile and lowered her head to take a sip of mung bean soup.
Jiang Mingzhi was very satisfied with the meal. There was still some time before she left, and her aunt began to remind her of the things she should pay attention to when entering the palace.
Most of these things had been discussed yesterday, but Zhang was afraid that the child would forget them. If there was any mistake after entering the palace, even if Concubine Shu did not make it difficult, if others saw it, it would be giving others a handle.
In fact, Jiang Mingzhi knew these palace rules better than anyone else. What she mainly wanted to ask yesterday was Concubine Shu's habits and character. Once she knew what she needed to know, the rest would be dispensable. However, she cherished her aunt's caring concern, so she put on a serious look and answered all the questions one by one.
After numerous warnings and instructions, Jiang Mingzhi finally left the Wang family's gate.
Wang Qiang watched the carriage depart, then leaned over, holding her mother's arm. "Mother, nothing will happen. After all, Concubine Shu is from the Wang family."
Hearing this, Zhang suppressed the tension in her eyes and sighed, "That's not necessarily true."
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