Jing Yan sighed inwardly. His hand was already plucking at the pearls. Oh well, he couldn't be so useless as to not be the crown prince and not even be able to support his wife and children.
Jing Yan counted carefully, while Yue Jiang kept track of the time for him, and she secretly curled her lip.
Suddenly "regaining her memory" is always risky. The only way is to talk to Jing Yan more and indirectly tell him that she can't live without him.
Perhaps he'll be too preoccupied with feeling sorry for her for a moment!
"One hundred and twenty, right?" Jing Yan answered before Yue Jiang had even finished half of the countdown.
Yue Jiang was surprised; it was so fast!
“Yes,” she nodded.
Jing Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I can support you now, right?"
Yue Jiang nodded again, then reached out and wrapped her arms around Jing Yan's waist and pressed herself against him.
"Not only will you be able to feed her, but you will also make Jiang'er rich and powerful, and let her sleep soundly every night. Husband, rest now."
Jing Yan hasn't heard Yue Jiang call him "Your Highness" much lately. Does she really think of him as an accountant?
This put the accountant at ease, and the wife could finally sleep soundly.
Jing Yan pulled Yue Jiang up to the dressing table, and Yue Jiang was startled. She saw Jing Yan's hand on her waist and thought that this was where it was going to start.
She looked shyly toward the bed: "Husband, aren't you going back to bed tonight?"
"No rush," Jing Yan said calmly, slowly taking out a small jar from his waist and handing it to Yue Jiang: "This was given to me by Shang Yu today."
Yue Jiang's heart skipped a beat. She slowly took the jar, gently opened it, and sniffed it twice. A medicinal scent that was very familiar to Yue Jiang wafted out.
She was slightly surprised and cautiously asked, "Your Highness, do you wish to use this with me?"
Jing Yan was visibly taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly as he asked sharply, "Jiang'er knows about this?"
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