Regarding the matter of Xiange, Yuejiang really wanted to repay her kindness.
While they were in the hall, she advised Xiange not to waste any more time on Rongying, suggesting that she could choose someone else for her to marry and that it would be better for her to leave the Cheng family as soon as possible.
However, Xiange became competitive and insisted on putting in some effort to get Rongying to ask for her hand in marriage, which Yuejiang could not dissuade her from.
Since Xiange cannot force herself, and Jingyan will not pressure Rongying, let them compete on their own.
Yue Jiang put the matter at ease. Jing Yan had already helped her into the house and sat her down. When Jing Yan's hand slid to Yue Jiang's wrist, he did not touch the piece of purple jade.
Because of that jade, Yue Jiang no longer needed to wear so many sachets to cover up the strange scent on her body.
"Jiang'er, where's your amethyst jade? Why aren't you wearing it?"
Yue Jiang pointed to the dressing table: "The string for stringing jade was broken, so I took it down and had Qingke re-string it."
Her wrist was still in Jing Yan's palm. His fingers had thin calluses, which he gently rubbed with his fingertips. Yue Jiang seemed to be enjoying a massage.
She leaned comfortably against Jing Yan's chest and smiled, "Your Highness, why are you so concerned about whether I'm wearing any small accessories? Do you want to smell my fragrance?"
"It's a pity, I'm about to become a mother, and I don't have much of a fragrance left on me. Will Your Highness be disappointed?"
It wasn't that Yue Jiang suddenly noticed the fragrance on her body had disappeared; rather, it was after she became pregnant that she inexplicably found the fragrance on her body gradually fading.
I asked Granny Ye and learned that this is a normal change during pregnancy, and the fragrance will gradually return after the baby is born.
After all, having soaked in medicinal baths for so many years, how could she easily lose her pregnancy? If that were the case, no one would be unable to live in anonymity.
“It’s gone,” Jing Yan lowered his head to smell, and after checking for a long time, he really couldn’t smell any fragrance.
His sudden and meticulous reaction made Yue Jiang smile and tease, "Your Highness, why are you so surprised? Don't you think it's inappropriate?"
Jing Yan: "How could it be bad? Even without the exotic fragrance, you are still you, and you don't have to bother wearing a sachet all day long, you don't have to worry about losing the purple jade, and you don't have to feel like you're wearing a shackle. Wouldn't that be free? I hope it will never be like that again."
Yue Jiang longs for freedom, and the excuse she always used with Jing Yan was her body scent. He was actually able to express what was on her mind, so it was hard for Yue Jiang not to feel a sense of kinship with him.
"Your Highness, you speak so sweetly," she said, craning her neck from Jing Yan's embrace and gazing at him with a smile.
It's not filled with sweet words or vows of eternal love, but it has a beautiful, soul-stirring quality.
Yue Jiang vaguely heard another hissing sound of lava falling into the water. After falling into the water, the lava was not extinguished by the stagnant water as before. Instead, it caused a sudden ripple on the still lake surface, making a small gurgling sound.
Yue Jiang felt a place in her heart that had never been warm before suddenly throbbed violently. Although it was brief, it still gave her a taste of the sensation.
It hurts a little, it's bitter a little, and it's sweet at the end.
It's as if it had been sealed away for a long time, and finally broke free of its confinement. Even if the glimmer of light it glimpsed brought sweetness, because it had been too self-protective in the past, it tasted more of the sour and bitter flavors piled up in front of it first.
Jingyan's words, however, were a gentle remedy amidst endless bitterness, offering solace to Yuejiang.
"Your Highness, you should speak to me like this more often in the future, perhaps..."
"Maybe what?" For a moment, the heartbeat of the person in his arms was different. Jing Yan listened quietly, hoping to hear it a little longer, but unfortunately, he waited for a long time and nothing happened.
Yue Jiang's words suddenly rang out, and he felt deep down that they had some kind of meaning.
He lowered his head, wanting to ask more, but Yue Jiang didn't say a word, her eyes filled with a smile.
Based on Jingyan's past experience, he believed that this was a way for Yuejiang to tease him, and he wanted to raise his hand to scratch her nose as punishment.
Jing Yan was caught off guard and felt a weight on the back of his head. It was Yue Jiang pressing down on the back of his head, forcing him to lower his head and press his lips and teeth against Yue Jiang's.
"Aren't you afraid that if the child finds out, it will cause you pain again?"
Jing Yan's words were amusing, but he didn't leave Yue Jiang's lips.
Yue Jiang glanced down at her protruding belly, and unusually adopted a "wicked mother" demeanor, muttering exaggeratedly with her constantly moving mouth.
"I know, I know. Anyway, the baby will be out soon. Your Highness, let the child know how hard this mother of yours has worked."
"She was at the prime of her life, with a husband as handsome as Pan An by her side, and had endured a long period of abstinence."
"It's made me, your mother, almost forget how good Your Highness was in bed."
"Cough, Jiang'er, you're getting bolder again," Jing Yan said passionately, half-listening to Yue Jiang's "complaints" in his ear. Anyway, her voice was beautiful, like a melodious nightingale.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Yue Jiang's courage; she never hesitated to tell him anything in private.
Jing Yan choked, his ear tips turning bright red. He looked back at Yue Jiang and saw that she was indeed trying to suppress a laugh.
"Your Highness, a father must accept his age and not blush easily. Otherwise, he will not be able to control his children and will not be able to be a strict father."
Admitting to old age?
Jing Yan thought that he was only twenty-two years old, but he looked old at that age, which was really shocking.
It was extremely jarring, making him want to argue back to Yue Jiang.
However, as soon as he looked into her abdomen, Jing Yan gave up.
He pinched Yue Jiang's right cheek and gently shook it, gritting his teeth and promising, "Let's see if I'm old after Jiang'er gives birth."
After saying that, he covered his lips with his own and left.
***
As Yue Jiang's delivery date drew closer, the palace would, as was customary, hold an autumn silkworm banquet beforehand.
Cheng Suyun, who had just married Jing Lu, was already more than a month pregnant. She should have announced her pregnancy after three months when it was stable.
But because she became a concubine, she was inferior to the principal wife as soon as she entered Jinglu's residence, which made her very resentful.
So, taking advantage of the fact that Yue Jiang was about to give birth to the imperial heir, she thought that the child in her womb would be the second among the imperial grandchildren.
Regardless of whether she was born of the principal wife or a concubine, as long as she was likable, she was a treasure. She didn't care about anything else and made a scene throughout the palace as soon as she became pregnant, trying to make everyone in the palace remember that she would also give birth to a child in the near future.
So, in the side hall before the banquet, among a group of women, Cheng Suyun touched her belly with great pride.
She kept glancing at her still-flat belly, then at Yue Jiang's soon-to-be-born belly, and worried.
"Your Highness, has the imperial physician said whether this baby is a boy or a girl?"
If Ruoyue Jiang's child were a granddaughter of the emperor, Cheng Suyun could then have more reason to be proud of her unborn child.
Yue Jiang's gaze fell on Cheng Suyun across from her. She took a sip of water and mumbled, "I don't know, it's all good."
Cheng Suyun was secretly annoyed that she didn't hear anything she liked, but in the blink of an eye she became smug again.
They assumed that Yue Jiang's baby must be a granddaughter of the emperor, otherwise why would she say that?
Cheng Suyun was smug and looked around: "I'm sure my baby will be a little prince."
"Nonsense," Empress Dowager Zheng glared at her and snorted.
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