As soon as everyone sat down, the Crown Princess rushed over after hearing the news. She was angry and anxious. She saw that the man had calmed down, so why did he start making trouble again?
Although the Crown Prince is now the heir to the throne, his position is not secure. Not to mention that Your Majesty is in the prime of his life, there are several other princes in the palace, and all the civil and military officials in the court are staring wide-eyed, waiting to find his faults... The Censor is of the first rank after all, and the second sister is really ignorant!
In response to this, Xihe spread his hands and said, "What does it have to do with me?"
What’s the matter? Someone is being so rude and insulting her, and she can’t just hit him back!
Meng Yuchuan closed his folding fan and said, "Yes."
Xihe turned his head with a strange expression: "Don't you think I've caused you trouble?"
Meng Yuchuan spoke with a smile, but his words sent a chill down the spines of those who listened: "Insulting the wife of a Super First-Rank Marquis in public is punishable by eighty strokes of the cane according to the law. You've only taught her a lesson; she should bring gifts of gratitude."
Xihe looked him up and down and couldn't help but remind him: "His Majesty hasn't made you a marquis yet."
Eight years ago, in the battle of Cangshan Ridge, the old marquis and his son were killed, leaving only the old lady, the marquis' wife and the prince Meng Yuchuan.
Logically, His Majesty should have conferred the title of Marquis upon him, but who knew that after all these years, Meng Yuchuan was still the Crown Prince? However, he held the military power inherited from his grandfather and father, and held the real power, so it made no difference whether he was conferred the title or not.
This resulted in some people calling him the Crown Prince, while others called him the Marquis, which was a mess.
Meng Yuchuan raised his arm: "It will be soon."
A hard thing in the sleeve.
Xihe glanced at it and whispered, "Imperial edict?"
Meng Yuchuan nodded with a smile.
Xihe suddenly realized, and she said that today was clearly a day off, so why did he go to the palace? It turned out that he went to ask for the title of Marquis.
In an instant, she, who was already sitting very steadily, became even more open and confident.
However, Xihe was overthinking it. The Crown Princess never mentioned her fault at all. When the imperial physician came to examine her, he knew that Miss Cheng San was just frightened and nothing was wrong. So he sent her back to the mansion and told the nanny who followed her to tell the Censor's wife everything that happened today without missing a word.
The general meaning is, discipline your daughter well!
The Crown Princess still knows what she is doing.
Although Cheng San was foolish enough to challenge Xihe in public today, he was right about one thing: Meng Yuchuan was a truly formidable husband.
The prince is the only super-rank marquis of Daxia, who holds a large army. He is eagerly looking forward to Meng Yuchuan, hoping that he can help him in the fight for the throne because of their relationship.
Not to mention that Cheng San was the one who flirted first in today's incident, even if Xihe hit someone for no reason, she couldn't say a word of wrongdoing.
As for whether the Crown Prince would blame her for not being able to manage her sister well, causing the already wavering Imperial Censor to directly side with the Second Prince, and what the other ministers would think... she no longer had time to care.
A group of people were ready to fight and watch Xihe get scolded: "..."
I vaguely remembered, oh, this woman's father is the prime minister, her sister is the crown princess, and her husband is a super-class marquis~
I can’t afford to offend you. I can’t afford to offend you.
A flower viewing banquet ended in such a clumsy way.
On the way back, Xihe had just climbed onto the carriage when Meng Yuchuan followed in.
She glanced at him, and Meng Yuchuan seemed to notice something. He raised his eyes and showed a gentle smile: "Madam, what's wrong?"
Xihe shook his head, lifted the car curtain and looked at the bustling scene on the street. He passed by a candy stall and asked Luwu to buy one. Meng Yuchuan said, "Huaiyu is still young and can't eat candy."
Xihe: “Oh.”
Put it in your mouth in one bite.
It was so sweet that she couldn't help but smile.
Meng Yuchuan: "..." After a while, he laughed out loud.
Xihe's ears gradually turned red.
It was time for dinner when the two returned to the house. Xihe was too lazy to go to the main courtyard and get looked down upon, so he turned around and went back to the courtyard.
Meng Yuchuan stared at her back for a while, and only walked to the main courtyard after being called by the servant.
In the main courtyard, the old lady was playing with her little great-grandson with a rattle. When she saw her grandson coming, her face lit up with joy. But when she looked behind him, her face fell again: "Qiang didn't come?"
Meng Yuchuan walked up to Meng Huaiyu and squatted down: "Let's go back to the yard."
The old lady snorted immediately: "She's so easygoing. She knows she's in trouble and is afraid I'll scold her, so she simply doesn't come!"
She couldn't help but grumble to her grandson, "It was the same thing a few days ago. Your mother said there was no need to pay respects, and she really didn't show up. I think she's just pretending to be filial to me and loving Chen'er, it's all fake!"
For some reason, I always feel aggrieved.
Meng Yuchuan said, "Since grandma likes the hustle and bustle, I'll go tell her later and ask her to come tomorrow."
The old lady immediately frowned and said, "Who said I wanted her to come? Look outside, whose granddaughter-in-law doesn't serve her parents-in-law? Except her, she's so lazy every day!"
Meng Yuchuan smiled and said nothing.
The old lady didn't want to say these things to upset her grandson, and soon she started smiling again.
After the meal, the old lady was helped back to the courtyard by the maid, and the young master was also carried back by the wet nurse. Meng Yuchuan bid farewell to his mother, Mrs. Lu, and went to the courtyard where Xihe was.
As expected, I was rejected again.
Qingzhu: "...Young Master?"
Should I knock on this door or not? Or should I go back to the front yard?
Meng Yuchuan raised his chin: "Knock on the door."
Qingzhu's eyes widened instantly, and Meng Yuchuan narrowed his eyes: "What?"
Qingzhu immediately shook his head, holding the lantern and going forward, knocking on the door. After a while, a woman came to open the door with sleepy eyes: "Who is it——"
When he saw it was Meng Yuchuan, he hurriedly opened the door and admitted his mistake in a panic.
Meng Yuchuan looked towards the yard and saw only two dim lights in the corridor. The other rooms were dark, and it was obvious that everyone was asleep.
He paused, but didn't go in after all. He turned around and returned to the front yard with his servants. So early in the morning, Xihe heard the news that Meng Yuchuan had come over last night again. She hugged the quilt, looking puzzled: "Did the prince say anything to me?"
Aunt Liu's old face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. "Miss, don't you know what's going on?"
She hurried forward two steps and handed over the soft gold silk skirt in her hand: "The prince is in the main hall, please get up quickly."
Xihe was surprised: "Meng Yuchuan is here?"
Aunt Liu was so frightened that she looked around and wanted to cover her young lady's mouth: "Young Madam, you can't call the prince by his name!"
Xihe felt that she was being unreasonable, so she stood up and let the maid serve her. She washed her face and hands, and applied some tempting lip balm on her. Then she moved to the main hall and saw that Meng Yuchuan had been waiting for a long time.
"Young Master." Xihe called out.
"Um."
Meng Yuchuan put down the book in his hand, looked up, and paused.
Xihe walked over to him and sat down, took the warm water from the maid, and started to eat breakfast. Suddenly, she found that this person was staring at her without moving his chopsticks, so she couldn't help but ask, "Has the prince had breakfast yet?"
Meng Yuchuan blinked and turned away uncomfortably: "Yeah, I ate it."
The jade-like face turned red little by little.
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