*Smack!*
A small pebble landed at the Eighth Prince's feet, and he paused.
Little Li, "Master?"
"You go ahead first. I want to stay here a while longer. Tell my wife that she doesn't need to wait for me for lunch," the Eighth Prince instructed.
"Squeak!" Little Li shrank his neck and left the pavilion, muttering to himself, "Master is so strange. It's freezing cold in the middle of winter, with the cold wind seeping into my clothes. Instead of staying in the warm room, he prefers to stay in the pavilion and drink alone."
I can never fathom what's on my mind.
He stood there for half an hour, his feet were numb with cold, but the old man acted as if nothing had happened.
The Eighth Prince felt that the hour's wait was worthwhile. He walked to the wall, his eyes almost overflowing with laughter, "Come down quickly, lest you freeze."
He reached out his hand, ready to catch her.
"Okay, move aside, I'm coming down." Nan waved to him and jumped down from the wall, "Ah—"
Nan Yi cried out in pain and half fell to the ground. She clutched her ankle and couldn't get up for a moment.
"What's wrong?" The Eighth Prince walked over with concern.
Nan Yi rummaged through the dry grass on the ground for a bit, pulled out a hard clod of earth, and casually tossed it against the wall. "It's nothing, I just hurt my foot with that stone."
The Eighth Prince squatted down and asked, "Did you twist it?"
Nan Yi stood up and took a couple of steps, then laughed and said, "I didn't sprain my ankle, don't worry."
She walked into the pavilion, glanced at the wine bottles on the table, and said, "Sitting in the pavilion drinking cold wine in the middle of the day, you really have guts. Be careful not to chill your stomach. Something on your mind?"
"Why do you say that?" the Eighth Prince asked, sitting down next to her.
Nan Yi glanced at him and said with a smile, "Isn't there a saying that you can drown your sorrows in alcohol? Last night, when you were making a ruckus in A-Tang's bridal chamber, I saw that you were quite happy."
"The wedding night? How did you know? Fourth Brother didn't seem to... Wait a minute," the Eighth Prince suddenly widened his eyes, "You?"
Recalling her past behavior, he chuckled to himself. It would be strange if she didn't join in the fun on her ninth brother's wedding day.
"Hehe, you have to keep this a secret for me. Ah Tang doesn't want me to attend his wedding banquet." Nan blinked, her eyes still full of mischievousness.
"This is outrageous! They make me give gifts but won't let me drink the wine. I've never seen such an overbearing wedding ceremony," Nan Yi complained.
She continued, "You don't know, the cooks in A-Tang's mansion are really terrible. The dishes are half-cooked and taste awful."
"That's impossible. Because of my ninth brother's wedding, Consort Yi specially invited two imperial chefs from the Imperial Kitchen to come to the mansion to help. All the dishes were prepared according to the highest standards. Where did you eat undercooked vegetables?"
The Eighth Prince didn't believe it at all. You see, those who could come to the Ninth Prince's residence to witness the ceremony were all princes and ministers. To serve raw vegetables was a very impolite thing to do.
"If you didn't have a seat, where did you get the undercooked vegetables?" he couldn't help but ask curiously.
Nan Yi raised an eyebrow and smiled mysteriously, then asked, "Guess?"
"That's why I'm asking you, because I can't guess."
"In the new house, there were two plates of noodles on the table that looked very nice. I was curious, so I secretly tried one, but it turned out to be undercooked," Nan Yi said casually.
"Pfft~ cough cough~" The Eighth Prince had just swallowed a mouthful of wine when Nan Yi's words suddenly made him choke.
His face turned red from coughing.
Nan Yi, the culprit, was completely unaware of what was going on. He hurriedly got up to pat the Eighth Prince on the back, casually making sarcastic remarks, "I really don't understand why you're drinking cold wine on such a cold day. Is this considered elegant?"
"Cough, cough," the Eighth Prince was truly on the verge of tears. Who was responsible for his predicament?
What do you mean by "half-raw vegetable"? That's clearly a steamed bun for having children and grandchildren. You should know that she went through that when she married her fourth brother, so why did this misunderstanding happen?
The steamed buns were already half-cooked; why did she have to eat that stuff? The Eighth Prince was both angry and amused. He rubbed his throbbing forehead, and then another question came to mind: "Don't tell me you've been hiding in the Ninth Prince's bridal chamber all this time?"
“Ah, otherwise, where would I hide?” Nan Yi said matter-of-factly.
The Eighth Prince's head swelled even more, and a strange look appeared on his face. The Eighth Prince, who was known for remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, was also bewildered. He hesitated several times, wanting to speak but unable to, as a grown man, he really couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.
Fortunately, Nan Yi added, "When he chased the maids out, I took the opportunity to slip away."
Upon hearing this, the Eighth Prince breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, she hadn't stayed to eavesdrop on the newlyweds' bedchamber scene, otherwise the Ninth Prince would have been mortified.
He had been quite frightened just now, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. To be honest, the incident where Nan Yi accidentally broke into his ninth brother's bed curtains last time had left a considerable shadow in his and his ninth brother's hearts.
She married her fourth brother, and still retained a naive and innocent nature. In some ways, her slowness to sleep often left people both amused and exasperated.
The Eighth Prince said that whether it was good or bad for her not to come up here, he knew it was inappropriate but still hoped that she would continue like this.
If Nan and the others were to be respectful and proper, he would never see her again, the quirky and clever woman who had entered his heart at the beginning. Just thinking about this made the Eighth Prince feel breathless.
Forgive him for being selfish.
"By the way, why did A-Tang get married later than the Tenth Prince? I think the Emperor is too biased. The Ninth Prince's wife is much prettier than the Tenth Prince's wife."
Wanqing was also betrothed by Emperor Kangxi. Each of A'tang's wives was more beautiful than the last. Yesterday, after Ninth Prince's wife cleansed her face, she had the opportunity to see Ninth Prince's wife's appearance and was immediately amazed by her beauty.
Nan Yi had to admit that Ninth Princess Consort was even more beautiful than her and Wanqing. Ninth Princess Consort's beauty was more about her temperament, dignified and composed, while Wanqing was too delicate and her beauty lacked any aggression.
Nan Yi admitted that he was inferior to her in every way. As for Nian Feixu in the mansion, she was dignified, and although her misty eyes were beautiful, it was impossible to see the true feelings in them.
Of all the women she knew, Xiao Xi was the one who suited her best.
"The Emperor's original choice for the Ninth Prince's wife was slightly misjudged. The Tenth Prince was already married, so Consort Yi was anxious and chose her from the previous batch of candidates. The Tenth Prince's wife is not bad either. She was born into a prominent Mongolian family and is a well-known beauty on the grasslands. Although she is flamboyant, she is straightforward and lively, which is a good match for the Tenth Prince."
"Does the Tenth Prince like her?" Nan asked.
"This?" The Eighth Prince was in a dilemma. Whether a prince's primary consort is liked or not is secondary; what matters is her family background and character.
Nan Yi's eyes were bright. She was curious. Arranged marriages were similar to blind marriages and arranged marriages. The Eighth Prince was also arranged to marry, but he and his wife were very loving and he didn't even have a concubine.
The Fourth Prince had several concubines, not to mention the princesses and maids. In the Eighth Prince's household, besides his primary wife, there were only four maids, none of whom even counted as minor concubines.
Could it be that the Eighth Prince fell in love with his wife at first sight?
This kind of encounter is truly enviable; the person he fell in love with happened to be his primary wife.
In modern times, she and her junior brother were childhood sweethearts and naturally got together. But after transmigrating to ancient times, she could only make do with the Fourth Master.
She hasn't given up on the idea of continuing to run away.
If she were to live her whole life in this world, is it possible that she could also meet someone with whom she falls in love at first sight?
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