In the fiftieth year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign, the wedding of Prince Yong and Qingyin was arranged, and nobles from the capital came to offer their congratulations. As she was a secondary consort, some secondary consorts from other princes' residences who were on good terms with the emperor also came to offer their congratulations, which was both proper and showed their respect for Prince Yong.
Yinzhen, also known as Prince Yong, was no longer a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy getting married for the first time. Now a young man with great power, he calmly toasted his brothers, guests, and friends at the banquet. He was slightly impatient, and even though he had heard that Nian Shilan was beautiful, he did not feel much joy. What did it matter how beautiful a woman was? Thinking of Nian Gengyao, who kept plying him with wine, he was even more angry. He unintentionally revealed this while drinking, and Jiang Feng and Lin Ducheng, who were mixed in with them, saw it with their own eyes and felt even more sorry for Qingyin.
Qingyin wore a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe meticulously crafted by the Nian family. Since the robes were a gift from the Prince's Mansion, the Nian family could only focus on the accessories, adorning the phoenix coronet with many rare and beautiful jewels. Thinking of Xiao Kongqing, who had cried in the manor, not wanting her to leave, Qingyin couldn't help but smile. This time, thanks to her early preparations, everyone in Madam Nian had taken health-enhancing pills and were in excellent health. Songzhi and Dongmei naturally accompanied her to the Yong Prince's Mansion again.
Feeling the weight of the beauty and the constant noise around her, Qingyin twisted her neck. Now that Songzhi and Dongmei were guarding outside the room, she could relax a bit. With that thought, Qingyin rested her headdress on the bed railing to ease her fatigue and take a rest.
Meanwhile, Feng Ruozhao, dressed in pink and dressed as a princess entering the mansion, sat in the courtyard with high hopes. Looking at the much narrower courtyard, so different from the bustling one the day before, a hint of disappointment crept onto her delicate face.
The maid Chen Meng, who had followed her into the mansion, looked at her worriedly, "Master?"
"Never mind, today is the day the concubine enters the palace, there's no way the prince will come. Chen Meng, help me bathe and rest," Feng Ruozhao said, her brows lowered.
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