The morning in Yinjingcheng was as peaceful as ever.
Jiang Wuyou got up early, walked lightly past the man sleeping on the outside of the bed, and then got out of bed to get dressed and put on makeup.
It was not an ordinary outfit, but a gorgeous and elaborate costume for the princess to wear when she danced at her coming-of-age ceremony.
After everything was settled, Jiang Wuyou ordered people to cook and boil water, preparing to serve He Yunxiao as he got up, dressed, washed, and ate.
Like many maids in a marquis's mansion, Jiang Wuyou actually had no status whatsoever in the Wuqing Marquis's mansion.
But the servants in the Marquis's mansion weren't fools.
This Miss Jiang is currently extremely favored in the Marquis's mansion. Not only does the young master spend every day by her side, but even the master and mistress of the Marquis's mansion adore her.
Despite this, the servants of the Marquis's mansion did not feel jealous of Jiang Wuyou.
I simply can't bring myself to be jealous.
With that face, bust, hips, and slender waist, it's no wonder the young master is attracted to her. Even the maids, who are also women, are rarely unmoved.
He Yunxiao was startled as soon as he got out of bed.
"Who are you? My Sister Jiang?"
Jiang Wuyou covered her mouth and chuckled, "What? Don't you recognize me?"
Looking at Jiang Wuyou's makeup—thin eyebrows, eyeshadow, and alluring red lips—He Yunxiao truly couldn't recognize her.
Jiang Wuyou explained, "Dancers are quite far from the audience, so they need to wear heavy makeup. Don't you like it?"
He Yunxiao stood up and put his arm around his carefree wife, saying, "I love my dear wife no matter what."
Jiang Wuyou was not as trusting as Meng Bao. She was not shy about He Yunxiao's affectionate words; she was only happy.
"Hey, I just changed my clothes, don't wrinkle them..."
He Yunxiao said in a low voice, "Sister, today's 'interest' is still owed."
Jiang Wuyou's eyes widened, and she said, "I finally managed to..."
On a pale yellow leaf in the early November morning, a large dewdrop bent a slender branch low. Nourished by the frost that had formed in the early morning, the leaf was much more moist than the night before. However, the branch's troubles did not lie in the approaching cold winter, but in the dampness by the pond. With frost forming every night, there was simply too much water.
He Yunxiao sat in the Marquis's carriage, holding a mirror for Jiang Wuyou.
Jiang Wuyou is touching up her lip makeup.
He Yunxiao doesn't need to touch up his makeup; he has his own way of doing so. For example, he kisses the remaining moisture on the beautiful branches like a bird, bending the branches down. The more he tries to replenish his moisture, the drier his mouth becomes.
There were two carriages from the Marquis's residence. One was for the Marquis and his wife, and the other was for He Yunxiao and Jiang Wuyou. He Yunxiao wanted to sneak into Meng Qingqian's coming-of-age ceremony, so he couldn't travel with the others from the Marquis of Wuqing's residence. When they were almost at the palace, He Yunxiao made up an excuse and slipped out of the carriage.
The Marquis of Wuqing's mansion was still considered part of the Prime Minister's power. Therefore, it was inconvenient for He Yuanhao to attend the Princess's coming-of-age ceremony. He simply went to the Ministry of Rites out of boredom and personally conveyed Jiang Wuyou's message to Li Gongqin.
"Minister Li, I entrust my daughter to you."
Looking at the large commotion at the Marquis's residence and the innocent-looking Jiang Wuyou, Li Gongqin mechanically said, "General, rest assured, Li Gongqin understands."
As one of the few people who knew the inside story, Li Gongqin naturally understood He Yuanhao's double entendre. The so-called "my daughter" referred to both "Jiang Wuyou" and "Meng Qingqian," who was not yet married into the family.
As for the matter of undermining the Prime Minister, they haven't informed Marquis Wuqing yet. They'll discuss that after the midday banquet today, once Xiaoyue's "fake death" is successful. By then, the major events will be settled, and there will be no obstacles to discussing it. Besides, setting aside personal feelings, even on a purely military level, the Prime Minister would struggle to withstand the Yan army's advance. Once things become clearer in a day or two, it will be much easier to discuss it then.
After seeing He Yuanhao off, Li Gongqin said, "Li Jin, take Miss Jiang to the first-class guest room to rest."
Li Jin naturally wouldn't miss such an important event as his cousin's coming-of-age ceremony.
As soon as his father called, he came running over excitedly, saying, "Sister-in-law, come with me."
This abrupt cry of "Sister-in-law" drew the attention of local officials from the Ministry of Rites, as well as many other performers.
Jiang Wuyou blushed shyly, a rare occurrence for her.
"Young Master Li, no. I'm not married yet."
Li Jin didn't care about any of that; he thought Jiang Wuyou was just being modest. "It's alright, sister-in-law, marriage is just a matter of time. Don't be shy."
Although Li Jin had never even held the little girl's hand, he spoke as if he knew more than He Yunxiao.
After arriving at the private rest room, Jiang Wuyou said to Li Jin, "Young Master Li, could you please go to the palace guards and fetch the sword I need for my sword dance? My parents and I were detained by the guards when we entered the palace earlier."
Li Jin patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me," and then never returned. (M.cascoo.net)
The person who delivered the sword to Jiang Wuyou was a different official from the Ministry of Rites. The sword wasn't her own iron sword, but a wooden one.
“Miss Li, His Highness is not allowed to bring weapons on stage for his coming-of-age ceremony. Please use this sandalwood sword instead. Sandalwood is heavy, and it is about the same weight as your iron sword.”
Jiang Wuyou stared blankly at the wooden sword in her hand.
At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: how to assassinate with the wooden sword?
Sandalwood?
Jiang Wuyou sniffed the strong sandalwood scent on the sword, which was very similar to the fragrance she often used.
Aren't most wooden swords made of peach wood? Why is this sword made of sandalwood?
Jiang Wuyou was filled with worry, but she remembered He Yunxiao's words from last night: "Sister, no matter what happens, just go on stage and dance with your sword. Leave everything else to your Xiao'er."
A faint smile played on Jiang Wuyou's lips; she simply gave up on thinking about it. From this moment on, having moved into the Marquis's residence, there was no worst possible outcome in her life.
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