“Mother, Ah Jin is the savior of us.”
Consort Jiang stared wide-eyed at Xiao Yanchu.
It turned out that it wasn't a hallucination; someone had indeed swung a knife at her before she fainted.
Was it Su Ruojin... who saved her?
It was Su Ruojin who saved her!
"Besides, even if she didn't save my son's life, so what? My son will still marry her and make her his queen."
“From the first moment my son saw her, he was deeply attracted to her. As a prince, I know better than anyone that there is no real father-son affection or husband-wife affection in the palace. All there is is the calculation and weighing of interests.”
"What difference is there between this palace and a prison for my son? I don't want to become a cold-blooded person like my father. I only want to spend my life with the woman I love. What's wrong with that?"
“Mother, the incident at this banquet was only caused by someone who didn’t want Ajin to be by his side.”
"And this person is very likely to be Princess Yaolan, whom you love. If your son marries such a wicked woman, Mother, do you think your son will be happy? And will the royal palace be peaceful?"
Consort Jiang was already in tears and could no longer utter a word.
Seeing his mother like this, Xiao Yanchu felt bad too, so he squatted down and softened his tone:
"Mother, I know you mean well, but I really don't need to marry a princess from a powerful family."
If my son really had to rely on others, would he still be alive today?
My son just wants someone who understands me, cherishes me, and loves me; Ah Jin is that person.
Consort Jiang stared blankly at her son, then raised her hand to stroke his face, tears streaming down her face.
"Chu'er, I'm sorry, I've hurt you, I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't worry, you can marry whomever you want from now on, I will never interfere again."
Xiao Yanchu also raised his hand and covered Consort Jiang's hand, a smile on his lips: "Your son thanks you, Mother."
After Xiao Yanchu left, Consort Jiang choked up and said, "Sulan, in the end, I have wronged Chu'er."
Su Lan quickly comforted him, "Your Highness, please don't say that. His Highness is a lucky man, blessed by the heavens."
"Enough, enough. I've been copying Buddhist scriptures for so many years, but I still can't see through it. Go pick out some tonics for that girl later, and take that five-hundred-year-old ginseng with you."
"Yes, Your Highness." Aunt Sulan smiled.
She knew that the Empress Dowager had approved of Su Ruojin.
The Prince's Mansion is celebrating a joyous occasion.
Fearing it would interfere with Su Ruojin's recovery, five days later, Aunt Sulan, on the orders of Consort Jiang, wanted to invite Su Ruojin over, only to be told that Su Ruojin had gone out.
Su Ruojin arrived at the Beauty Pavilion, wanting to see if Lin Wanqing had listened to what she had said.
Meiren Pavilion was still packed with people, and a few new items had been added, but they were just given some color and fragrance.
If that's all there is to it, then it's fine.
Su Ruojin walked out of the Beauty Pavilion and headed towards the General's Mansion.
She had previously injured her back and, fearing her mother would notice something amiss, she made an excuse that the young master was ill and needed her care, so she did not return to the general's mansion.
Now that my injuries have almost healed, it's time to go see my mother.
As they were walking, someone suddenly blocked Su Ruojin's way: "Miss Su, it's been so long, I've missed you dearly."
His words were very frivolous.
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