The thing at his feet was a letter. Jing Yan bent down, picked it up, opened it, and looked at it. Upon closer inspection, fine lines appeared between his brows.
A short while later, Rong Ying came to urge him to go over.
"Your Highness, the guests are waiting. Why are you dawdling?" He walked towards Jing Yan, and something was suddenly stuffed into his arms.
Rong Ying carefully read the letter that Jing Yan had just read, her expression turning sour: "Crown Princess..."
“There are spies from Anguo in Jing Palace, otherwise this letter could not have entered Jing Palace so easily and ended up in my hands,” Jing Yan affirmed.
Rong Ying nodded: "Yes, this letter could have appeared any earlier or later, but it just so happened to enter the Eastern Palace during your wedding. At this time, it must be Anguo who doesn't want what's best for His Highness."
“An Chenghuan, the crown prince of a country, is actually such a petty and narrow-minded person, falsely accusing a woman.”
"Is it a false accusation?" Jing Yan asked in a flat, indifferent voice, almost devoid of any emotion.
His eyes met Rong Ying's. The red lanterns around them swayed in the evening breeze, and his eyes reflected a faint red light, making him truly unfathomable.
“Since Princess Yuejiang is marrying as a princess for a political marriage and bears the responsibility of such a marriage, whether she is a princess or not is irrelevant, isn’t it?” Rong Ying comforted her.
Jing Yan chuckled softly, the candlelight in his deep, dark eyes becoming even more fragmented, his voice drifting in the wind.
"Do I care whether Yue Jiang is the real princess or not? Never mind, the guests are still waiting, it's more important to entertain them first."
"Your Highness, how should we deal with the spies? Should I investigate the Eastern Palace for you?" Rong Ying asked, following behind Jing Yan.
Jing Yan: "We had just parted ways with An Chenghuan when his men came to kill us. This means that someone from the Jing Palace informed us. This time, for my wedding, An Chenghuan used a spy to deliver a letter that exposes Yue Jiang's identity."
"Since they chose this day, they must want to see trouble, to see me and Yue Jiang drift apart, and for Jing Kingdom and Yue Kingdom to develop a rift."
"Today, there are many guests at the Eastern Palace, and with so many people around, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. It would also alert those who are unaware of the situation. Since that person dared to do it, it would be difficult to leave any trace."
"When was it?" Jing Yan looked up in deep thought, a puzzled expression on his face. "An Guo planted spies in Jing Guo. Why didn't the spies take advantage of Jing Guo's weakness and work together to devour it?"
"Why wait for Yue Jiang, a woman, to arrive, and then target her again and again? Who exactly is the spy from Jing Kingdom?"
Rong Ying: "If we can't investigate, we can only hold back and wait for the spies to gradually expose themselves so that we can gather more clues."
His gaze fell on the letter in Jing Yan's hand, and he hesitated: "What does Your Highness intend to do with this letter?"
Jing Yan remained silent, then found a candlestick about half his height, opened the lampshade, and burned the letter inside.
The flames quickly engulfed and burned the letter, turning the once intact paper into a pile of ashes that scattered into the night sky.
Jing Yan removed the lampshade and continued walking forward.
Jing Yan remained silent, seemingly unaffected by his emotions. Rong Yingyue sensed that Jing Yan was hiding something and couldn't help but chime in.
"The Crown Princess is not as bad as the letter says. Women have always been powerless to control their own lives. Even if the Moon Kingdom deliberately cultivated her, so what? Isn't it... isn't it that her memory is confused and she has amnesia? Perhaps she doesn't remember."
Jing Yan said calmly, "But how can we be sure she's forgotten that part? She doesn't seem to be unfamiliar with Yue Lang at all. Is Yue Lang really her brother?"
He felt the letter was somewhat credible. Yue Lang didn't act like an older brother towards Yue Jiang at all. The way Yue Lang looked at Yue Jiang that day was like that of a prey, but now that he thought about it, it was more like a man looking at a woman.
Yue Lang's words today were clearly tinged with mockery and hostility.
"And... never mind, I'm having a joyous occasion today, come with me to the front hall for a drink."
He didn't stop walking and headed straight for the front hall.
Jing Yan's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness. Rong Ying shook her head silently and then followed him.
...
When Jing Yan returned from the banquet, he was already quite drunk and had to be helped back by the eunuchs of the Eastern Palace.
Yue Jiang sat in front of the wedding bed when she heard the door creak open. Before she could react, she saw a tall figure standing in front of her.
The bright candlelight around her was largely obscured, making her vision, which was within reach, extremely dim under her veil.
Yue Jiang also smelled a strong aroma of alcohol. Since she had known Jing Yan, she had never seen him drink heavily at banquets or other occasions. Usually, a cup or two was enough for him.
I thought Jing Yan wasn't a big drinker, but I never expected him to drink so much tonight.
Can we drink this much tonight?
"Your Highness, you're back," Yue Jiang called out after waiting for a long time without any response.
She was still covered by a veil, unaware that it had been removed. Jing Yan was staring intently at Yue Jiang, his gaze deep, horrified, and unfathomably dark.
It was as if a mountain rain was about to fall.
Granny Ye and Qingke, who were standing to the side, were trembling with fear as they looked at each other.
Granny Ye was older after all, but she braced herself, took two steps forward with the tray, and handed it over to the congratulatory gift.
"Your Highness, it's time to lift the veil."
Jing Yan was interrupted by this sound. He looked away and stared at the wedding ceremonial tablet handed over by Granny Ye. Then he quickly picked up the ceremonial tablet and lifted Yue Jiang's veil.
As the veil was lifted, auspicious words were spoken by Granny Ye. As a newlywed, Yue Jiang had her head bowed low to show the shyness of a newlywed.
Even though Jingyan lifted her veil and hadn't seen her at first glance, she noticed a tremor in Granny Ye's auspicious words, which made her involuntarily look at Granny Ye.
However, before she could take a closer look, she was drawn to Jing Yan's slightly cool and hoarse voice.
"Bring over the nuptial wine."
As soon as the words were spoken, Granny Ye quickly turned around and took the nuptial wine from Qingke's hands. Jingyan took the wine and gave a cup to Yuejiang.
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