Shen Yubai said softly:
"For example, what if Miss Jiang II asks the Queen Mother to revive her engagement with you?"
"A royal marriage is no joke. Even if she begged, the Empress Dowager wouldn't agree."
Jiang Xiancao knew very well that from the moment the emperor listened to the prince's advice and issued an edict, the position of the Ninth Princess could no longer be occupied by a woman from the Wen Ning Marquis's Mansion.
Although the emperor still needed the assistance of Marquis Wen Ning in government affairs, he no longer believed that Marquis Wen Ning's daughter was qualified to marry into the royal family.
When the royal family chooses a daughter, they not only consider the woman's own character, but also pay attention to the family tradition and heritage of the woman's family.
Even if the daughter herself is innocent and even in a pitiful situation, she is destined not to be a qualified princess just because her father and brother are extremely foolish in family affairs.
"But doesn't Xiao Jiuer think that this is very unfair to Miss Jiang Er?"
Chen Yubai curled the corners of his crimson lips, his pale and handsome face matched with white hair made him look like a monster in the dark night.
"She didn't do anything wrong. Just because a jealous sister framed her and her family showed favoritism and indulgence towards their adopted daughter, she lost out on a great marriage with her beloved. And she's Xiao Jiu'er's savior. Don't you feel guilty towards her?"
His eyes seemed gentle, but they were filled with scrutiny as he stared at Jiang Xiancao.
Jiang Xiancao smiled and said:
"I feel guilty towards her and can offer her something else to compensate her. However, as a descendant of the royal family, I must obey my father's orders regarding marriage."
Shen Yubai sighed softly:
"Little Jiuer was struck by lightning in the Marquis Wenning's mansion, and she really has become wise. Not only has she become more sensible, but she has also become more filial. My brother will definitely be very pleased when he knows this."
Jiang Xiancao pretended not to hear the irony in his words and nodded with a smile:
"Yes, I must be a good prince, a good son, and a good nephew in the future. I can never be like before, being poked in the back and called a dog prince."
Shen Yubai chuckled and suddenly pointed at his legs with his slender fingers.
"Xiao Jiu'er, do you know why the emperor's uncle came here in a wheelchair today?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiancao fell silent.
She suspected that this was another test. Could it be that Shen Tingsi knew the truth about Shen Yubai's leg disease?
But no matter whether Shen Tingsi knew it or not, she knew nothing.
So she bent her legs very quickly.
Under Shen Yubai's astonished gaze, she began to massage his legs seriously.
"Xiao Jiuer, what are you doing?"
"Reporting to the Emperor, Uncle, this nephew is activating your menstrual blood. If I massage you for a long time, at least you will feel more comfortable."
In fact, she had never properly learned any massage techniques. It was just that before she was adopted into the Marquis's Mansion, her adoptive mother, who took pleasure in abusing her, often did not allow her to sleep at night and made her kneel on the ground to massage her legs until dawn.
During this time, if she dared to stop, the woman would wake up and beat her hand with a cane.
Later, she returned to the Marquis' Mansion. The scar left on the back of her hand still had a few faint marks that could never be removed.
So now asking her to massage Shen Yubai's legs is a piece of cake.
Shen Yubai looked at her silently for a long time, and suddenly said:
"Is Xiao Jiu'er trying to please me, the Emperor's uncle?"
Jiang Xiancao didn't say anything, but continued to massage his legs silently.
She had a focused and determined look on her face, as if she would hold him down forever as long as he didn't let her go.
After a long time, Shen Yubai sighed and said slowly:
"My legs were injured on the battlefield, and I was also tricked by my subordinates into contracting the Northern Qiang's most difficult voodoo. After returning to the capital, my brother, the Emperor, sought out renowned doctors to create an antidote for me, but my legs have been experiencing intermittent healing.
When he was feeling well, he could barely walk a few steps, but when he was feeling bad, he couldn't even stand up and had to use a wheelchair. No wonder others privately said that the current Prince Zhan was just a useless person.
But there is one good thing about these unruly legs: if they suddenly become ill, the next day will either be snowy or rainy."
Jiang Xiancao listened to his words in a daze.
Even someone like Chen Tingsi who doesn't care about eating meat can be healthy and enjoy wealth and glory.
Is it true that this war god who brought decades of peace to the border of Dasheng is going to spend the rest of his life in this disabled state?
"Little Jiuer, have you remembered everything the Emperor's uncle said? You are not allowed to forget about the Emperor's uncle, otherwise it will mean that you are not caring about him, and the Emperor will be sad if he knows."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiancao paused for a moment, then raised his head.
When he mentioned this, it seemed as if he was deliberately telling her that this was a secret known only to the real Ninth Prince. If she didn't know it, it would be exposed in front of outsiders.
It also seemed like just an unintentional joke.
Under the night sky, the smile on Chen Yubai's lips was still gentle and indifferent.
Like a vague shadow, she could never see his true self hidden in the shadow.
She paused and whispered:
"Uncle Emperor's words, my nephew will definitely keep them in mind."
At this time, Ghost Face appeared silently on the side.
Chen Yubai leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "The competition between the princes and nobles is about to begin. Little Jiuer hasn't paid her respects to the Queen Mother yet, right? Go quickly. The Emperor's uncle needs to rest."
Jiang Xiancao left tactfully.
As she passed by Ghost Face, she glanced at the man who exuded a cold aura.
After she left, Guimian knelt at Shen Yubai's feet:
"Master, as you guessed, when the Queen Mother summoned Miss Jiang, she said that the Ninth Prince and Miss Jiang were not destined to be together, but she liked Miss Jiang very much and wanted to find a suitable husband for her at the banquet."
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