Chapter 412: Too Thoughtful, Not Likeable
Jinwang Mansion.
Princess Huayang sat before a bronze mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, who had long since lost her youth. She sighed softly, "Yuque, am I getting old?"
The woman in emerald clothing behind her calmly hid her fallen white hair in her sleeves and chuckled softly, "The princess is in her prime now, how can she be called old?
If you really want to talk about old age, then this servant is really old. I can't even do the sword dance that the princess loves to watch. "
"You are good at coaxing me."
Princess Huayang finally smiled as she picked out a red jadeite hairpin from a row of hairpins and handed it to Yun Que. "You are three years older than me. You will be forty in a few months. How can you compare with a teenage girl?"
"So what if forty? I've just been lazy these days. When the weather gets better in a few days, I'll get the sledgehammer out of the storehouse and give it some practice. I'm sure the princess will be satisfied."
As Yun Que spoke, he secretly glanced at his reflection in his glasses before opening his mouth, "The weather will be nice in a couple of days. A new batch of BMWs have arrived at the horse farm outside Beijing. Princess, are you interested in going out for a walk?"
"No, those are things that young people like to play with. I won't go over to join in the fun."
Princess Huayang had just finished speaking when she thought of something else and asked softly, "Where are Zixu and Jiaojiao?"
Yun Que said respectfully, "The eldest young master will be leaving for the academy in two days. Today he took his younger brothers and sisters out to fly kites. He may not be back yet at this hour."
Princess Huayang nodded, and the smile on her face inevitably faded a little. "This child is quite steady, but he is too thoughtful and not very likable."
She let out a long sigh, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, "In this respect, he is very similar to his father when he was young. If you don't know, you might think it is really the result of Jinchuan's one-night stand."
Yun Que paused as she arranged her tassels and smiled, "The eldest son lost both his parents at a young age, and spent the longest time with Prince Jin. It's not surprising that he has a personality similar to his."
She paused, then continued, "From my humble opinion, His Royal Highness Prince Jin is a filial son, and the eldest son seems quite good too."
Princess Huayang raised her eyelids and said, "Oh?"
Sensing that she was in a bad mood, Yun Que hurriedly tried to change the subject, but she asked, "Do you think that Zi Yan, when he comes to visit me every morning and evening, is really thinking of me, the Imperial Aunt?"
Yun Que hesitated and said, "The eldest son is still young. Although he is precocious, he is not very tactful. Perhaps he can't think of that much."
Princess Huayang snorted coldly upon hearing this, "When Jinchuan was his age, he knew to be wary of me, his aunt.
Ziyan is a good son he taught himself, there is nothing he can't do."
Thinking of something, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and she asked in a cold voice: "How is the investigation going on with Prince Ning?"
"The spies reported back that Prince Ning has been bedridden since returning to his residence after meeting His Majesty two years ago. He seems to be truly ill."
"My good nephew fell ill at the perfect time."
Princess Huayang held her forehead with her hand, a look of annoyance on her elegant face. "What about the second brother? What have you been busy with recently?"
Yun Que said respectfully, "Your Highness Prince An has been coming into the palace quite often these past few days, staying in the imperial study for half a day, and a few times he even left the palace just as the palace gates were about to be locked.
There have been rumors in the court lately that His Majesty favors His Royal Highness Prince An and always allows him to accompany him when reviewing memorials."
"In that case, my niece-in-law will probably be very busy these days."
"Princess, your prediction is correct. The ministers in the court are very active right now. Although there has been no public action, many of their wives have sent visiting cards to Princess An's family."
Princess Huayang sneered, "These short-sighted people simply think that the third brother is useless and the fourth brother is useless, so they want to line up before Jinchuan returns.
There's no need to worry about losing everything if you make a mistake."
"Princess, what you mean is..."
Realizing something, Yun Que decisively stopped talking and said in panic, "My servant has spoken out of turn. Please punish me, Princess."
As she spoke, she was about to kneel down.
Princess Huayang held her hand and said with a smile, "Look at your courage. I didn't say anything."
Qingque couldn't figure out what she was thinking and didn't dare to answer for a moment.
As I was hesitating, I suddenly heard a clear bird song outside.
The master and servant looked at each other and returned to their respective positions.
Princess Huayang glanced at her reflection in the bronze mirror and said with a kind smile, "I'm really getting old. I've even got white hair on my temples."
Just as she finished speaking, a little girl rushed in from the door and said in a baby voice, "My aunt is not old, she is a great beauty!"
Princess Huayang smiled and stretched out her hand to catch the little guy who rushed over.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, saying angrily, "It's still chilly in spring, why are you running so fast? Be careful not to catch a cold from sweating. The Imperial Aunt will be worried."
Jiaojiao smiled sweetly, pulled her sleeve and said coquettishly: "Auntie, Jiaojiao wants daddy!"
The baby's voice is so soft that it's hard not to like it.
Princess Huayang stroked her furry head and said gently, "My dear, Jiaojiao, your father wrote to me a few days ago saying that we are halfway through the journey and that according to the timetable, we will arrive in Beijing in a few days."
Jiaojiao couldn’t understand complicated words, she only knew that her father was coming back.
The little girl's eyes lit up, and she leaned over to Princess Huayang and gave her a big kiss on the face, saying excitedly, "My aunt is the best!"
"Miss Jiaojiao!" Qingque's heart instantly rose.
Ever since the young master passed away, Princess Huayang no longer likes being touched by others, especially children...
Over the years, she has never even reached out to hug the princes and princesses of the royal family.
Princess Huayang frowned slightly. Although her movements were quick, Zihuan who was standing at the door saw it.
He bowed respectfully towards her and said softly, "Jiaojiao, go back with brother."
Jiaojiao was originally reluctant, but after seeing the displeasure in his eyes, she immediately took a few steps back and said in a muffled voice, "Auntie, Jiaojiao is leaving first."
Princess Huayang smiled and nodded, then instructed Nanny Sun at the door, "Send the young master and young lady back to their rooms, and have the kitchen make some ginger soup and send it over."
Jiaojiao said weakly, "Auntie, add sugar."
"Okay, I'll listen to Jiaojiao."
After Nanny Sun led the brother and sister away, Princess Huayang stopped smiling and said with disgust in her eyes, "Prepare some water. I need to take a bath."
On the other side, as soon as the brother and sister left the courtyard where Princess Huayang was temporarily living, Ziheng picked up Jiaojiao and strode away.
Jiaojiao didn't know why her brother was unhappy. She was just excited about being lifted up high. She said in a baby voice, "Brother is so great!"
Upon hearing this, Ziheng said nothing, but just walked forward with his head down.
She walked all the way to Mo Jinchuan's study before putting the little guy in her arms down.
Zi Yan, who was sitting by the window sorting books, looked up and frowned, "Where has he gone crazy again?"
If he had known that he couldn't control them by staying in the mansion, he might as well have taken them out to play for a while, so as to avoid making noise in the mansion and disturbing the eldest princess's peace.
If word gets out, people who don't know will think that it's because their father didn't discipline them well and taught them not to know the rules.
Meeting his elder brother's cold gaze, Ziheng pursed his lips, took out a handkerchief from his bosom and carefully wiped the sweat off his younger sister's forehead.
Zi Yan's face was gloomy and he said in a cold voice, "Speak."
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