The sky was turning slightly pale. Jiang Ling turned over and slowly opened his eyes. It was still pitch black. The curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a single ray of light.
She yawned and stretched, and suddenly felt the numbness in her waist and legs. She was slightly startled and realized that she was already married.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside. Jiang Ling was rubbing her eyes when she saw the curtain being pulled open and a head poking in.
"Is Ling'er awake?"
The voice was soft, as if afraid to scare her.
Jiang Ling recognized Zhou Jing'an and saw his outline clearly. The scenes of last night began to replay uncontrollably in her mind, and her cheeks began to feel hot.
She whimpered and pulled him into his arms, mumbling, "What time is it?"
Zhou Jingan sat down on the bed, leaned down slightly according to her strength, and said softly, "It's not even 12:00, it's still early."
He stroked her hair but didn't dare hug her, "I just practiced swordplay and I'm sweaty."
Jiang Ling closed his eyes slightly and sighed, "You are really energetic."
I don’t feel tired at all when I get up early in the morning to practice martial arts.
Zhou Jingan chuckled, pulled the curtains tight to keep out the wind and dew, and asked her, "Sleep a little longer."
Jiang Ling shook her head, sat up, and opened her eyes wide. "Don't we still have to go and pay our respects to our parents?"
"It's not good to be late." She turned to him and asked, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat with Mom and Dad?"
Zhou Jingan had been staring at her. He smiled and shook his head when he heard her say, "No, I'll wait for you to come over and use it."
Although Jiang Ling was reluctant to leave the warm bed, she immediately got up and washed up.
She sat in front of the dressing table and let Zizhen and Luzhu do her hair and put on makeup. She didn't bring many maids and servants with her. In addition to Zizhen and Luzhu, she also brought two younger maids who had been with her since childhood and were considered smart and capable.
As for servants, he didn't bring any with him, but the Zhou family probably wouldn't be short of them.
However, Jiang Lianshan still forced her to bring Xiaojia and the other three along and let them continue to protect her.
She asked Zhou Jing'an what he thought. He had no objection and even agreed with it. Naturally, she had no problem with it either.
It’s not good to have someone to protect you.
She covered her mouth and yawned, and Luzhu quickly took her hand away, "Oh, Miss, that's the lip balm you just put on."
Jiang Ling smiled and saw from the bronze mirror that Zhou Jing'an was sitting on the low couch behind her, looking at her intently.
She smiled and asked, "What's so good about women dressing up?"
Zhou Jing'an looked at Jiang Ling in the bronze mirror, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "It's Ling'er who is pretty."
Then he pursed his lips and corrected Luzhu: "It's Young Madam. You should call me Young Madam from now on."
Ling'er is already his wife.
Lu Zhu was startled for a moment, then smiled and replied crisply, "Yes." Then she winked playfully at Jiang Ling and deliberately stretched out her voice, "Young Madam—"
Jiang Ling gritted his teeth and pinched her waist, snorting softly: "You girl."
After everything was dressed, Zhou Jing'an reached out to her, his ears slightly red, "Madam."
Seeing that he was still shy, Jiang Ling couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Didn't you yell a lot last night? Why are you still shy?"
She blinked and called him in a cute voice, "Husband?"
Last night he was pestering her and acting coquettishly, insisting that she call him like that.
She called him, but he felt embarrassed, so he buried his blushing face in her neck and asked her to call him again in a hoarse voice.
Jiang Ling stared at him, unable to hide the cunning in her eyes.
Zhou Jing'an glanced around, coughed twice, and whispered, "Ling'er!"
"Don't like it?" Jiang Ling turned her face away. "Oh, then I won't call you anymore."
Zhou Jingan went over and held her back, "Don't... I want to listen."
Jiang Ling smiled, stood on tiptoe and rubbed his cheek, wrinkled her nose and teased: "Why are you so shy?"
Zhou Jing'an didn't move either, as if he was letting her do whatever she wanted. He just gently put his arm around her waist, his cheeks flushed, and he muttered, "Don't fall."
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"The daughter-in-law pays her respects to my parents. May they live long and be healthy."
Jiang Ling knelt down and kowtowed respectfully, his voice clear and pleasant.
Originally, Jiang Ling, the new bride, was only required to kneel down and pay her respects, but Zhou Jing'an simply knelt beside her and kowtowed as well.
Zhou Huaixin and Xia Zhixian looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.
"Good boy, get up quickly, get up quickly." Xia Zhixian called out hurriedly.
This was Zhou Huaixin's first time meeting Jiang Ling, and he nodded repeatedly. Xia Zhixian smiled widely and whispered in his ear, "Well, was I right? Our daughter-in-law is absolutely one of a kind in the world."
"Yes, your vision is not bad." Zhou Huaixin said with a smile, stood up and took them to Fukangyuan to pay their respects to Zhou Jing'an's grandparents.
Jiang Ling had never met the two elderly people before. She had no chance before the wedding, and she was wearing a red veil the whole time yesterday, so she didn't see anything at all.
The two followed Zhou Huaixin and the others, and Jiang Ling couldn't help but feel curious.
Zhou Jing'an thought she might be nervous, so he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Grandpa and Grandma are both kind and gentle people. Don't worry."
Jiang Ling smiled and turned to look at him, "Okay."
Zhou Jing'an's grandfather was named Zhou Ke. Like Zhou Huaixin, he served as prime minister and was highly valued by the emperor.
Not only Zhou Ke, but also several generations before him were all capable ministers who governed the country, and few of them went astray.
When the original body was born, Zhou Ke had already retired and there was no chance of contact. There was no trace of this old prime minister in his memory.
I did have some impression of Zhou Jing'an's grandmother Jiang Lan.
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