Yue Jiang was disgusted and ignored Jing Shuo, saying to Qing Ke behind her, "Your Highness's kindness is appreciated, Qing Ke will accept it."
After accepting the gifts, the master and servant left.
Consort Cheng did not notice anything unusual about her son; she only looked at Yue Jiang as she left with regret.
"Jing Yan is really lucky. He snatched such a good marriage for himself. Not to mention that Yue Jiang is a great beauty, her dowry is more generous than any princess who has ever been married off. Even the Longevity Palace has its eyes on her."
"If only I had a daughter-in-law like Yuejiang, wouldn't her dowry be all ours?"
Jing Shuo's gaze was distant. The Cheng family had been fighting with the Zheng family for so long, and they rarely suffered a defeat.
The appearance of Yuejiang caused all the women in the family, from the oldest to the youngest, to jump up and down in a frenzy—it was truly the first time in history.
There was also the subtle fragrance that Yue Jiang deliberately concealed on her body, which was anything but simple. How could a princess have such a thing on her?
I don't know if she understood what I just said to test her!
Jing Shuo said with a hint of resentment, "Yes, I was only born a year later than my elder brother, yet our treatment is worlds apart!"
If he had been born a year earlier than Jingyan, given the pressure of his father's lack of male heirs, even if he were an illegitimate son, he would have had the opportunity to enter the Eastern Palace first.
That beautiful and interesting Yue Jiang should also be his.
It was so close!
Consort Cheng was still secretly furious: "We can't let this go like this. Consort Zheng wants to sacrifice a daughter to pave the way for Jinglu. I think this is going to change in the blink of an eye."
"Judging from the way Jinglu showed concern for Zheng Yutong in the palace that day, the two of them can't be innocent. I'll catch them red-handed sooner or later and see how Zheng Yutong tries to steal Suyun away."
"Your wife must be better than Jing Lu's, even if she can't compare to Jing Yan."
...
On the way back to the East Palace, Qingke was indignant.
"Your Highness, Consort Zheng is too vicious; she actually dared to try and take your dowry when she married off her daughter!"
Yue Jiang sneered: "She wants it and I'll give it to her? No way."
Qingke: "Compared to Consort Cheng, she is much better. Not only does she send you gifts, but she is also willing to inform you."
Yue Jiang: "Qingke, don't compare yourself to others. This is no different from what happened to the orphan back then. If I had been controlled by the orphan, Consort Cheng wouldn't be acting like this today."
Qingke paused, looked down at the box in her hand, and asked, "Do you still want the sachet?"
Yue Jiang thought about what Jing Shuo had said earlier and realized it wasn't simple. She was wearing a sachet that could refresh her mind, but the mother and son had given her a sachet that could calm her nerves.
The fragrance she used to mask her allure smelled like ordinary mint, but it contained many expensive and difficult-to-mix secret recipes, and she also used various perfumes regularly.
Even many doctors, including the incredibly skilled Shang Yu from last time, didn't notice it. How could Jing Shuo know?
Could it be that Yue Jiang wears it so often that she actually likes it?
She should be wary of Jing Shuo in the future. If he dares to do anything to her, she will definitely make Jing Yan teach him a lesson.
Yue Jiang: "Go back and burn the sachet. I don't want it."
"Yes," Qingke didn't seem to care much for the sachets; she would make them for the Crown Princess herself, and it was safer that way.
...
As soon as Yue Jiang arrived at the East Palace, she found it in complete chaos and heard eunuchs calling out to Her Highness, "Your Highness, hold on!"
She thought to herself that Jing Yan had only gone to the former dynasty to welcome the hostage prince of Yu Kingdom today, and hadn't gone anywhere else, so how could there be any danger?
Feeling uneasy, Yue Jiang quickened her pace and entered the East Palace, heading towards the source of the sound. Soon she arrived at Shang Yu's residence.
A large group of people were standing haphazardly outside the door, some of whom, judging from their clothing, were not from Jing Kingdom.
Yue Jiang saw Jing Yan standing with his back to her inside the room, not looking like he was in trouble, and felt relieved for no reason, but she still rushed over and anxiously held his hand with concern.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Jing Yan was suddenly grabbed on the right by someone behind him. Without turning around, he guessed it was Yue Jiang. He put his finger to Yue Jiang's lips and explained in a low voice.
"Shh, keep your voice down. I'm fine. It's just that the Ninth Prince of Yu Kingdom is frail and sickly. He had an attack and was just brought to Shang Yu for treatment."
Yue Jiangxin felt relieved and came over: "I see, it's good that nothing happened to His Highness."
A faint smile appeared in Jing Yan's eyes, quite interested in Yue Jiang's worried expression: "What, Jiang'er, do you think something happened to me?"
Jingyan was teasing her, and Yuejiang deliberately chimed in, "That's right, Your Highness is my husband, the pillar of my life, and I especially don't want anything to happen to Your Highness."
Finally, she moved closer to Jing Yan, her gaze falling on his waist, and spoke in a low, ambiguous voice.
"I thought Your Highness had used too much strength last night and that your back was hurting today, so you couldn't hold on and fell in front of the palace!"
"Nonsense, I'm perfectly fine," Jing Yan denied immediately, but when he saw the smile curving at the corner of Yue Jiang's mouth, he couldn't calm down at all.
He coughed twice, looked around, and only when he saw that no one was watching them did he become serious with a hint of mutual understanding.
"Stop laughing. Jiang'er exerted herself quite a bit last night. Didn't she cry out in pain and beg me to apply medicine for you before I left this morning?"
Yue Jiang Lei admitted it with a low laugh: "Yes, Your Highness was much gentler when applying the medicine to me than the nanny was the first day. I want to rely on Your Highness and ask for your help every time. Don't forget tomorrow morning, Your Highness."
Upon hearing the words "tomorrow morning," Jingyan immediately understood the meaning behind them: tonight was their third night together after their marriage, and they would continue to perform the rites of husband and wife.
Although last night was a bit tiring, and Yue Jiang even dared to do something reckless a few times, I have to admit that there was more novelty in it.
Jingyan is indeed not tired yet, and will still be interested tonight.
His throat bobbed slightly; only five nights had passed.
Jingyan should treat her well as a husband.
But he didn't want to appear too concerned, lest Yue Jiang think she had him figured out, so he said calmly, "Let's not talk about this for now, we'll discuss it later!"
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