With Zheng Yutong's sudden death, Empress Dowager Zheng was finally able to vent her anger and vent her previous displeasure by yelling and shouting at everyone.
Jing Huaixu wanted to take this opportunity to appease Empress Dowager Zheng and let bygones be bygones regarding the matter of ordering Jing Lu to commit suicide.
If Yue Jiangruo didn't even agree to this small matter at the last minute, Jing Huaixu would definitely have something to say, so she agreed.
"My granddaughter-in-law will properly handle the funeral arrangements for Princess Jing."
Ultimately, Zheng Yutong's death was resolved by Empress Dowager Zheng securing a grand funeral for her.
Since there was already a coffin in the Huayi Hall, there was no concern about having another one. Zheng Yutong's body was taken back by Empress Dowager Zheng.
We should dress up our grandniece nicely so she can leave in a beautiful way. On the day of her burial, we can carry her out of the palace through Jing Shuo's residence.
After Yue Jiang and Jing Yan finished their business, they returned to the East Palace. Shang Yu also went to Yichun Palace after returning to the East Palace and wrote down the names of several medicines that Zheng Yutong had mentioned in her emotional outburst.
Yue Jiang and Jing Yan stared at the words "Xanthium sibiricum," "Asarum heterotropoides," "Eucalyptus globulus," "Arctium lappa," "Pedicularis pubescens," "Cassia tora," and "Prunella vulgaris" on the label, studying them quietly, but they couldn't figure it out.
"Your Highness, Zheng Yutong probably doesn't understand pharmacology, right? Could it be that she's trying to tell us something through pharmacology?" Yue Jiang speculated.
Jing Yan nodded: "I don't understand, otherwise she wouldn't have died from the dosage of the tranquilizer."
Empress Dowager Zheng wanted to kill Zheng Yutong, so she forced a bowl of medicine down her throat in the Changshou Palace, giving her any reason she wanted to make up.
Zheng Yutong died from the accumulated dosage of medication over time, which meant she was not aware of the risks, making it difficult to guess what she was trying to say.
The key issue right now is that Empress Dowager Zheng wants Yue Jiang to handle Zheng Yutong's funeral. Jing Yan has not yet found any clues about the spies, and he is really worried about letting her leave the palace.
Jing Yan considered for a moment and said, "Tomorrow you'll be going to Jing Shuo's residence to help him set up the mourning hall. Don't bring Qingke and Qingfei; bring Wei instead..."
Yue Jiang exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, if we don't bring them, how will I get people to serve me?"
Jing Yan smiled and reached out to pull Yue Jiang up, letting her sit on his lap. He whispered in her ear, "You can order me around."
Yue Jiang couldn't help but smile, tilting her head to look back at Jing Yan, hooking his chin with her fingertips, and gently rubbing it with her fingertips.
It's strange, Jing Yan has been diligently taking care of himself every day since he came back, and Yue Jiang sees that he is also fair and clean.
However, I can often feel a ring of light, rough stubble around his beard, which doesn't feel uncomfortable.
It's more like a cat scratching a wooden board; you get hooked on it after a while.
Yue Jiang suddenly recalled the first day Jing Yan returned, when he impatiently buried his head in her body, recklessly exploring every inch of her skin.
Even his prominent stubble didn't spare her; wherever he went, red marks appeared.
It wasn't exactly an injury, and it subsided after a while, but the trembling sensation at the time was hard for Yue Jiang to forget, and it was so intense that she couldn't resist it.
Yue Jiang blushed as she came to her senses, tapped Jing Yan's chin twice with her delicate hand, and raised an eyebrow in slight disbelief.
"Your Highness, your sweet words only work in that area."
She gestured with her chin toward the crimson bed curtains, where there were brocade quilts and soft pillows, and the warm fragrance of jade that was always present at night. Yue Jiang deliberately teased Jing Yan to blush.
"But there, His Highness never failed to respond to anything I said back then, and I don't know why?"
She looked up at the wooden beams, feigning ignorance, her eyes sparkling with a sly smile. Soon, Yue Jiang lowered her head again and asked in return.
"Why, Your Highness?"
Jing Yan: "..."
In no time, he heard Yue Jiang utter many flirtatious words, and watched with his own eyes as she smiled like a flower one moment and bowed her head in sorrow the next, becoming more and more vivid, charming and captivating.
Even knowing that Yue Jiang was deliberately teasing him about the bed, Jing Yan couldn't come up with a single reason to refute her.
He simply loved listening to Yue Jiang's gentle, melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, echoing in his ears, no matter what she said.
Jing Yan rarely wanted to indulge himself, so he turned his head to face Yue Jiang and whispered a direct answer in her ear.
"I want to consummate our marriage with you, Jiang'er knows that, but you're always so demanding. You're too soft or too hard, and you're extremely difficult to please. You always make me feel awkward and want to please you."
When Yue Jiang suddenly heard Jing Yan say this, she was slightly speechless. But when she turned her face, she saw that Jing Yan's face and the tips of his ears were extremely red.
She found it both funny and infuriating. Who made him so honest? She felt like she had forced him into prostitution.
Yue Jiang couldn't help but feel a little flustered, not expecting to be tripped up by Jing Yan's few lewd remarks.
She quickly turned her face away, looking aggrieved as if she had been greatly wronged: "Listen to your words, Your Highness. How could I dare to order you around normally? Why is Your Highness accusing me?"
"Heartless," Jing Yan chuckled, gently placing his forehead on Yue Jiang's shoulder. Yue Jiang's words had somewhat dispelled his earlier shyness.
She always pushes her own limits. If she gives up an inch, Yue Jiang will seize two more. If she loses an inch, Yue Jiang will take the opportunity to grab two more.
She was more fierce and domineering than he had been, fighting bloody battles and painstakingly conquering city after city. Yet, once she entered Jing Yan's heart, she transformed into an endless haven of tenderness, making him unwilling to even resist.
Jing Yan sighed, "When have I ever wronged you? And now you dare to contradict me?"
“Oh, Your Highness is about to consummate your marriage,” Yue Jiang said, making a presumptuous interpretation.
She intentionally changed her posture from sitting sideways in Jing Yan's lap to sitting facing Jing Yan, with her legs dangling on either side of him, her whole body hanging on him.
Yue Jiang looked at Jing Yan with a smile, and naturally rolled up her sleeve to gently wipe his forehead: "Your Highness, why are you so hot?"
Jing Yan: "..."
He was not only hot all over, he could feel the heat in his breath, as if the scorching summer heat had seeped into the palace and into his heart.
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