"Who is that?" The youngest prince, the twentieth prince, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
The Eighth Prince was approachable and kind, and had many friends. His reputation was much better than that of the arrogant and easily angered Ninth Prince, so many more princes were willing to attend his wedding.
The youngest was Consort Yi's son, the 20th Prince (fabricated). At the age of fourteen, the young prince still looked quite immature. Although he had grown up in the palace and was very mature, he was still no match for the adult princes standing next to him. That envious exclamation came from him.
After he uttered that question, Yinzhi, who was standing next to him in a red wedding robe, also had the answer—Lin Qinrou.
No wonder the Ninth Prince was so determined to marry a low-status concubine's daughter from a remote area; no wonder he refused his father's request to marry the primary wife; no wonder... no wonder. Who would have thought that they, these self-righteous people, would become the laughingstock? The Ninth Prince is truly lucky.
The crowd stared at the center of attention with either shock or envy.
The strangest of them all were the two young men. Bao Tai, with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, sat upright, but his eyes were fixed on Qing Yin. The wine cup in his hand had already been crushed by his excessive force, cutting his slender fingers and revealing some hideous flesh. However, he seemed to feel no pain as he looked at the couple who were with the Ninth Prince and looked like a perfect match.
The other person at the table with an unusual expression was Rong Ying, a gentle and refined young master from the prestigious Guarjia clan, who was known as the "Jade-Faced Gentleman." At this moment, it was as if his gentle mask had been removed, and his expression as he looked into the distance was terrifying.
Fortunately, everyone's attention was already focused on Qingyin in the distance, and no one noticed anything unusual about the two young noblemen from the capital.
Meanwhile, Qingyin looked at Yinzhen, who followed her everywhere, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Your Highness, aren't you going to talk to the other princes?"
"It's alright, you can talk to them anytime. Being with Rou'er is like losing a second if you miss a second." Yin Tang whispered close to Qing Yin's ear.
Qingyin blushed and glared at Yinzhen, who was also acting improperly outside.
From the outside, it appeared that the Ninth Prince and his concubine had a deep and sweet relationship.
Everyone envied the Ninth Prince for winning the heart of the stunning beauty, while some were heartbroken and drank alone in silence.
Qingyin couldn't drive Yintang away, so she had no choice but to let him follow. The other princes didn't come forward, perhaps because of Yintang's warning look, and the other guests naturally didn't dare to get past the princes to approach this beautiful concubine.
Although she couldn't see her good friend Minghui at the wedding, she ate a lot of delicious food at the banquet. With Yintang protecting her along the way, Qingyin only needed to choose what she liked to eat, and she would be able to return home soon.
Dressed in a red robe, Yinzhi watched Yintang's gentle and attentive back without raising his eyes, as if he hadn't noticed that one of his brothers had already left.
Meanwhile, the younger Twentieth Prince couldn't help but ask, "Why did Ninth Prince leave with his wife so quickly?"
"Your sister-in-law is so beautiful. Ninth Brother is really lucky."
How lucky! The princes nearby seemed to be chatting about the myna's happy news, but what they were really thinking was probably only known to themselves.
A day later, after the Eighth Prince's wedding was over, the beauty of the Ninth Prince's concubine became the talk of the town.
Qingyin received countless invitations at the Prince's mansion, but she accepted relatively few, probably only a hundred or so.
Even so, the invitations from Prince Chaohe's residence piled up like snowflakes, becoming increasingly dense, and a trend swept through the capital of considering it an honor to invite Consort Lin. Qingyin's reputation spread far and wide.
The young girl sat gracefully on a cool chair, her slender hands plucking the strings of the zither, and melodious music flowed from her fingertips, captivating the listener.
It's been too hot outside these days, and Qingyin doesn't want to go out. Later, Yinzhen heard from somewhere that she could play the zither, so he specially found an exquisite guqin. The craftsmanship of this zither was superb; even the surface of the zither was delicately carved with intricate magnolia flower patterns. The sound of the strings being plucked was warm, strong, and clear, pure and perfect. When she felt interested, she would play it from time to time, often filling the entire courtyard with beautiful music.
However, the one who probably enjoyed it the most was Yinzhen, who appeared frequently. Because of his personality, Kangxi assigned him very few official duties, which gave him more time to spend with Qingyin.
Today was no different. I watched as Yinzhen walked in excitedly, carrying a treasure chest from who-knows-where, with a smile on his face.
"Here you go." Yinzhen was very happy. The more he spent with Rou'er, the more he realized how precious this lucky treasure was. His affection for Rou'er began with her appearance, but it was not limited to her appearance.
Qingyin stopped what she was doing and looked at the treasure chest curiously: "Master, what is this?"
During this time, Yinzhen went everywhere to find nice things to give her, all sorts of strange and unusual items, but they all had one thing in common: they were beautiful and precious.
Remembering the uniquely beautiful magnolia flower that Yinzhen had given her last time, Qingyin was curious about this gift.
Seeing Qingyin's curiosity, the seemingly cold and handsome man placed the box in front of her with tender eyes. He carefully opened the box and found a complete set of polished ruby necklaces and matching hairpins and bracelets, which were also inlaid with some lustrous black pearls. When the sunlight shone down, they shone with a unique and dazzling light, mysterious and luxuriously beautiful.
"If you don't like it, you can leave it or throw it away." Afraid that she wouldn't like it, he didn't mention how difficult it was to find such a large ruby and black pearl, and simply said that it was fine to throw it away.
"Why throw away something so pretty!" Qingyin glared at the wealthy and powerful Yintang, then carefully examined the jewelry in the box. No matter how old a girl is, she probably can't resist such sparkly and beautiful jewelry, and Qingyin was no exception.
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