The news that the emperor had granted marriage to Zhou Jing'an and Jiang Ling spread throughout the capital before evening.
The reason why it spread so quickly was partly due to Zhou Jing'an's behind-the-scenes fanning the flames.
What bad intentions could he have? He just wanted everyone in the world to know that Ling'er was going to be his wife.
Ye Song took a look through the crack in the door, shook his head, and sighed continuously.
Finally, when he sighed for the twelfth time, Ye Bai couldn't help but ask: "Why are you sighing on such a beautiful day?"
Ye Song looked up at the sky and said, "I'm relieved."
"It turns out our young master also has such a foolish side."
Ye Bai choked and took a quick look through the crack in the door.
Inside Xibaoxuan, Zhou Jing'an was holding the imperial edict granting marriage and reading it. He had a smile on his face, a simple and innocent air about him, and a look of satisfaction on his face.
Well, his son is indeed a little stupid now.
I have been holding this imperial edict and looking at it for a whole day, and I am reluctant to put it down.
At this time, a servant at the gate of the mansion came quickly, holding a wooden brocade box.
Now Zhou Jing'an finally decided to put the imperial edict down and instead held the brocade box and looked at it.
"Was it sent by her maid?" Zhou Jing'an looked at the purse lying quietly in the brocade box, with a smile on his face.
The servant nodded, "It's Zizhen who is beside Miss Jiang."
Waving his hand for him to leave, Zhou Jing'an took out his purse and placed it in his palm.
The waist-shaped purse was made of smooth, lotus-pink silk. On it was embroidered a lotus flower and a lotus leaf with silk thread, and a beautiful sentence in small calligraphy was embroidered in silver thread: "In vain my slender hands, I untie my belt to give to my lover."
Zhou Jing'an gently stroked the poem and murmured it softly.
The eyes are gentle, like the rippling waves of spring water thousands of miles away.
He thought about putting it away carefully, but suddenly found that there seemed to be something in his pocket.
It was a piece of paper with powerful and elegant handwriting. It was Jiang Ling's handwriting.
"Ling Er Nv Hong is not good, please don't despise me if you don't say anything."
After Zhou Jing'an was stunned for a moment, he felt his heart pounding.
Without words...
She called him by his name!
Zhou Jing'an pursed his lips, imagining Jiang Ling calling him in front of him, his breathing slightly disordered.
How could he dislike it?
These are all harmless little things, but her thoughts... are the most precious.
He looked at the note and saw words on the back through the flickering candlelight.
"May I invite Lord Zhou to have a chat?"
Zhou Jing'an curled up the corners of his mouth and looked at the time and place written below. Then he quickly walked out of Xibaoxuan and walked towards the main hall of Zhenxiaxie under the moonlight.
This was the first time Ling'er invited him, so he had to think about what to wear tomorrow.
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Seeing Zizhen coming back, Jiang Ling looked up from the desk and asked, "Has it been delivered?"
Zizhen smiled and replied, "It has been sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion."
She went forward to help Jiang Ling grind ink, and saw her writing and drawing on a large piece of rice paper. She couldn't help but wonder: "Miss, what are you doing?"
Jiang Ling held up her face, lowered her eyes and looked at the mind map on the rice paper in silence.
Her mouth opened and closed. "I drew it for fun."
She drew a mind map on paper about the "Zhou Ning'an miscarriage incident" and wrote down all the possible suspicious points on it.
Meng Wanjie said that she didn't need to worry about marrying Zhou Jing'an, she just needed to wait for her marriage.
Whether it was choosing a date, getting engaged, giving gifts, or other complicated formalities, they were all left to Tao Yi and Meng Wanjie to take care of.
So Jiang Ling was quite free at the moment, so she sat at her desk the whole afternoon.
After thinking about it all night yesterday, the first person she thought of was Shen Qingru.
After all, her identity has been revealed, so it is not surprising that she would try to harm Zhou Ning'an and the royal heir.
But no one knows where she has gone now, and she has not been seen entering the palace in the original book.
Who else could it be besides Shen Qingru?
Jiang Ling vaguely felt that there would be many twists and turns in this matter, and perhaps other chess pieces would be involved.
She felt that she had to start the investigation from Zhou Ning'an's side, otherwise it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
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Zhou Jing'an was wearing a brand new robe today, a crescent-white round-necked robe, a wide green brocade belt around his waist, and an ink-black cloak.
He arrived at the private room on the second floor of Liuyun Garden early, ordered tea and snacks, and waited for his beloved to arrive.
The Jiang family's carriage slowly stopped in front of Liuyun Garden, and a young woman got out.
She wore a light green, chest-length Shu brocade skirt embroidered with a few lotus flowers, a rabbit fur collared cloak, and a lily bun. Not to mention the other hairpin ornaments, just the jade hairpin with a jade rabbit and laurel pattern stuck in her temples was so luxurious and exquisite that it set off her bright and beautiful face.
Jiang Ling went up to the second floor and when she looked up, she saw a tall figure standing in front of the private room, coming to greet her.
She smiled and followed him into the private room, bowing slowly: "Hello, Lord Zhou."
Seeing that the door was closed, Zhou Jing'an took two steps forward, seeming a little aggrieved, without caring that Ye Song and Zizhen were still standing nearby.
"Ling'er, do you still want to call me Master Zhou?"
Jiang Ling chuckled, her deer eyes sly, and her voice rose at the end, "No words?"
"Yeah." Zhou Jing'an got the upper hand and responded in a low voice.
He lowered his eyes shyly and saw the hairpin in her hair.
He was slightly stunned, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
What was once so difficult now feels sweet.
She looked really beautiful wearing this hairpin.
The two sat down, Jiang Ling sipped tea and asked him if he was satisfied with his wallet.
She had started preparing the purse a long time ago. She was not very good at sewing and could at most mend her own torn clothes, but embroidery was difficult for her.
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