"Such a stunning beauty, how come Wende just didn’t fancy her?" Yang Mengchen’s eyes were on Liao Zhiyan as she spoke to Sister Jin and the others.
Sister Jin and the others were furious.
The Crown Princess Consort is like a phoenix soaring through the heavens, how could she willingly be compared to this shameless woman? If this got out, it would be a laughingstock.
Hai Tang said coolly, "We’ll relay your exact words to the Crown Prince. I wonder what he will think?"
"I was just joking. You don’t have to take it seriously," Yang Mengchen chuckled.
Wende is quite the jealous type, and he’s been in a foul mood lately. If he found out, he would definitely ’punish’ her, so it was better not to provoke him.
The others paid no heed.
Yang Mengchen quickly tried to make amends, wanting at all costs to dissuade them, "What I mean is, Liao Zhiyan’s outfit really doesn’t match. She’s quite passable in looks, but if she were to wear a tight-fitting white dress to show off her delicate and graceful figure, coupled with a tender, pitiable expression and eyes that are misty and veiled in water, she would certainly make men wish they could hold her tight and cherish her. Sadly, this red dress and greenish-blue yarn completely ruin her beauty. You know, red with green, stinks worse than a dog fart..."
"Crown Princess Consort, mind your status!" Sister Jin sternly pointed out Yang Mengchen’s lapse.
Hai Tang and the others stifled a laugh.
Having been by the Crown Princess Consort’s side for so many years, this was the first time they had heard her swear. It was truly a rarity.
But in their minds, they could picture that the kind of woman described by the Crown Princess Consort was indeed the type most men would favor.
As for why the Crown Prince didn’t take a liking to Liao Zhiyan, only the Crown Prince himself knew.
Yang Mengchen shot Hai Tang and the others a glare, then clung to Sister Jin’s arm and cooed, "Dear sister, I spoke without thinking. Please don’t be angry, I will surely watch my language in front of others from now on."
"You’re a mother now, yet you still act coy with your nursemaid," Sister Jin scolded, but her heart was flattered.
Yang Mengchen rocked Sister Jin’s arm, "Even if I’m a mother, even if I’m seventy or eighty, I’ll always be a child in front of you."
"Oh, you," Sister Jin tapped Yang Mengchen’s forehead lightly, her face full of indulgent love.
Actually, in her heart, she always treated the Crown Princess Consort like a daughter, cherishing and protecting her, not bearing to see her suffer in the slightest, and the Crown Princess Consort had always respected and cared for her, making her life truly fulfilled.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was warm and harmonious.
Outside the carriage, Lv Luo, having heard Hai Tang’s words, stepped forward to try and pull Liao Zhiyan away. Unexpectedly, Liao Zhiyan broke free from Lv Luo’s grip, suddenly scrambled up, and clung desperately to the horse’s reins, staring at the closed door of the carriage. Her voice was distant and sorrowful as silent tears streamed down her jade-like face.
"This humble maid meant no disrespect to the Crown Princess Consort. I only wished to see the Crown Princess Consort and to understand what exactly is happening. Clearly there was a marriage agreement between the Crown Prince and myself first, so why did the Crown Prince remarry upon his return to The Capital? Where does that leave this humble maid in the Crown Prince’s consideration?"
The bystanders nodded agreement.
Mo Mei was livid with rage, Sister Jin shot a sharp glance at her, and Mo Mei had to suppress her anger. Sister Jin gently patted Yang Mengchen’s hand, stood up, opened the carriage door, stepped out and closed it, standing above on the carriage shaft and looking down on Liao Zhiyan, "Ms. Liao claims time and again to be engaged to the Crown Prince, but where is the marriage certificate? Was the family notified, was the ancestral temple informed?" The marriage certificate was key; having one meant legal protection.
"I have the Crown Prince’s Jade Pendant as proof..." Liao Zhiyan replied eagerly.
Sister Jin coldly interrupted her, "So Ms. Liao means to say there’s no marriage certificate? Doesn’t everyone here know that without one, it’s not a legitimate marriage?"
The crowd nodded in unison.
Liao Zhiyan’s complexion turned ashen, her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but intimidated by Sister Jin’s piercing gaze, she bit her lip and refrained from making excuses.
Yang Mengchen curled her lips, shaking her head slightly.
A marriage certificate was tantamount to a modern marriage license; Dong Chu’s laws clearly stipulated that a marriage without a certificate was not legally recognized or protected. Liao Zhiyan’s folly in thinking she could marry Wende based on gratitude for saving his life and a mere Jade Pendant was a mistake in itself.
Sister Jin had no sympathy for Liao Zhiyan, and continued incisively, "When the Crown Prince was barely ten years old, he led the great army to the border to fight back against the invasion of the Three Kingdoms Allied Army. When you saved him, he was just over eleven, and you were only seven or eight. What did the Crown Prince know of marriage and betrothal at that age? Besides, speaking something taboo, at that time, the Crown Prince’s life was uncertain, and his mind was wholly on battling the Three Kingdoms Allied Army. How could he possibly have promised you marriage?"
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