"..."
Ji Rong's expression was strange, and she chuckled softly, "What are you saying? Is it really that hard for our daughter to get married?"
With Zhizhi's good looks and personality, whoever she marries will be blessed. I didn't see her good niece acting like she got a great deal, running off with the man as if she was afraid the marriage would fall through if she was a step too slow.
Liu Boyan glared at her and said, "Speak properly."
Sister Rong is becoming increasingly improper.
What does "our daughter" mean?
She wiped away her tears with her handkerchief: "Back when we lived in Liushui Lane, many people came to ask for Zhizhi's hand in marriage. They ranged from officials in their thirties and forties to scholars with academic achievements and wealthy men. Who didn't want to marry my daughter?"
Upon hearing her recount the past, Ji Rong's expression turned serious.
"But those men only cared about Zhizhi's looks; they married her only to defile and play with her, and had no real feelings for her."
"Back then, my eyesight wasn't good; I was completely blind. Successful officials, promising scholars, and wealthy landowners—who would want to marry a wife who also had to take care of a blind mother-in-law?"
Because of poverty and hardship, and as Yu Zhi grew older and past twenty, the number of men coming to propose marriage decreased by more than half.
What pained Liu Boyan the most was that she had hindered her daughter's marriage, but she never expected that the good fortune for the mother and daughter would come later, and that they would walk a path of happiness after hardship.
The legal wife.
Princess Consort.
From now on, you'll be treated with respect when you go out.
With her daughter marrying into a family she loved, what more could Liu Boyan possibly want?
As she reminisced about the past, Ji Rong felt a pang of sadness in his heart and reached out to pull her into his arms: "It's all in the past."
"Yes, it's all in the past."
...
"Wives and wives worship each other——"
At the princess's residence, the emperor and his ministers gathered to witness the newlyweds' joyous marriage.
Princess Changyang bent down, and anyone with eyes could see her excitement and joy at that moment. Ji Ying, sitting in the superior position, secretly laughed at her daughter's lack of ambition. She looked up and saw the Empress's beautiful profile, and her heart stirred.
When I married Ah Xiu back then... I don't think she was very promising?
The handsome emperor stopped teasing and looked at her with warmth.
Yu Zhi bent slightly at the waist, her heart surging with emotion.
"The ceremony is complete; escort them to the bridal chamber—"
Ji Ping and Xi Huan happily led the bride into the bridal chamber that their mother had carefully prepared for them.
Yu Zhi's legs were all weak.
It was only because His Highness would occasionally lightly scratch her palm with his fingertips, and even his breathing was strangely alluring.
Fortunately, the red veil concealed her shameful state from being shown to others, thus preserving some of her dignity.
Ji Pingxi helped her sit down on the bed.
The bed was an exquisite ivory bed, the largest she had ever seen in her life. The bright red gauze curtains were rolled up high, and the four corners of the bed were supported by pillars. The bed surface and the railings on the left, right and back were carved with lifelike phoenixes and peacocks. The materials were of good quality and it looked sturdy.
Yu Zhi sat there listening to her muttering to herself. She listened intently and happened to hear the phrase "I wonder if it will last." Her ears immediately turned bright red, and she felt both sweet and shy.
This is a royal wedding bed, does this person really want to break it?
Princess Changyang casually slapped the bedpost, using half of her inner strength, but the ivory bed didn't budge.
good.
A look of admiration flashed in her eyes.
At this crucial juncture, those who are often seen standing in the newlyweds' bridal chamber are mostly old women who have served in the palace. These old women are well-informed and are not surprised by the prince's behavior of circling around the bed.
Is it fair to say that he is His Majesty's flesh and blood?
His Majesty did the same thing back then, but his slap was very subtle, unlike the princess, who seemed afraid the bed wouldn't withstand her antics.
Ji Pingxi smiled as she stared at the railing, several amusing poses flashing through her mind. She lifted the red cloth used to cover the mirror with her fingers and slightly arched her eyebrows: Mother really dotes on her; she doesn't need to remind her at all.
Not to mention the treasure chest and the bright mirror, she could play with this bed for three days and three nights without getting tired of it.
The bed was soft and comfortable. The two women were getting married, and there was no need for blessings of "having a son soon." She pressed her hand down, and her satisfaction increased even more.
She hates having peanuts stuffed under her mattress; just thinking about it makes her uncomfortable.
No one dared to utter a sound in the bridal chamber. After all, this prince was the emperor and empress's precious little darling, whom they had lost and then found again. The nannies simply allowed the prince to enjoy himself. In the end, Yu Zhi raised her finger and poked the smug person.
Aren't you going out?
"Get out." Ji Pingxi smiled brightly: "I'll get out now."
She looked at the gold and silver ingots: "Take good care of your master. Don't let him go hungry or thirsty before I return."
"..."
Yu Zhi was so embarrassed by these words that she could hardly breathe, and pushed her away, saying, "Get out of here."
"Okay, okay, don't push me, don't push me..."
The maids and servants covered their mouths and laughed.
After being chased out, Yu Zhi still felt ashamed and leaned on the bed, with a premonition that "Xi Xi will not let her have an easy time tonight."
Jinshi brought over a cup of tea: "Master, have a cup of tea to soothe your throat."
Getting married is physically demanding. It's exhausting before even entering the bridal chamber, and then there's the waiting time until dark... With His Highness's personality, wouldn't he have to put on quite a show?
They were not allowed to meet before the wedding, and after a long period of separation, the pent-up anger of many days finally erupted on one day. The maids all felt a vague worry for their mistress: what if she got so tired in the middle of the argument that she ended up crying her eyes out?
Yu Zhi took the teacup and sipped slowly, her vision obscured so she couldn't see the subtle exchange between the gold and silver ingots.
—I bet my master will collapse from exhaustion in the middle of the night!
—Then I bet my master will cry himself unconscious in the middle of the night?
The two sisters were incredibly bold. Jinshi secretly held up three fingers: the stake was three taels of silver.
mean.
Yin Ding also held up three fingers: "Then I'll bet three taels of silver too."
"..."
You're going to agree with me being stingy?
Granny Wu cleared her throat: "Are you hungry? Would you like to try a bowl of chicken noodle soup?"
Yu Zhi nodded, her voice soft and gentle: "Thank you for your trouble, Granny."
"Serving the master is a servant's duty."
Granny Wu smiled and went out to prepare chicken noodle soup for her to fill her stomach. As she left, she gave Jinshi and Yinding a look that said, "You two should be more careful." When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs benefit. This is just the beginning.
It must be said that this warning came just in time. Jinshi and Yinding dared not joke with their master anymore, and instead offered words of comfort and kept the bride company.
The steaming hot and fragrant chicken noodle soup was served quickly. Yu Zhi didn't dare to eat too much. She ate a small half bowl and was then coaxed into eating some dried fruit.
At the wedding banquet, Princess Changyang walked among the ministers with a wine cup in hand, and the emperor and his ministers enjoyed themselves together, creating a magnificent scene.
Ji Ying left early. It would only make people feel uncomfortable for the emperor, who was of such high status, to stay here. So he and the empress rushed back to the palace before dark, leaving the crown prince behind to save face for his elder sister.
A hint of drunkenness appeared on Ji Qingyou's pretty face. He was quite drunk, and being young and handsome, he attracted many ladies who secretly flirted with him. But the silly boy didn't understand that they were trying to seduce him, and just laughed it off.
With so many people and eyes at the wedding banquet, Ji Pingxi was worried that his younger brother might have been targeted by someone, so he sent someone to help him to a side room early on and assigned a trusted person to serve him.
The ministers gradually dispersed, and the Holy Maiden of the Northern Region floated a wine cup to the prince, saying, "Little painter, this cup is to celebrate your wedding."
Ji Pingxi drank it down with a hearty gulp, while Bai Xingyi raised an eyebrow slightly: "Aren't you afraid I've drugged your drink?"
"Even if I'm afraid, I'll still drink."
Drink this glass of wine, and old dreams will remain just old dreams, and friendship will remain just friendship.
Understanding what she was trying to say, Bai Xingyi nodded and chuckled: "I was just kidding, I didn't drug you. I'm leaving now, and we shouldn't see each other again. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist taking you away from you."
She rose with the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yao Chenzi clicked his tongue twice: "Look at this, how many romantic entanglements have you unintentionally gotten yourself into?"
His words earned him a glare. Ji Pingxi had drunk quite a bit of wine, and he used his internal energy to expel the alcohol, regaining his clarity: "On my joyous day, where is your gift? You come to my door with a congratulatory gift, and you have the nerve to drink my 300-year-old pear blossom wine?"
"What's so special about 300-year-old pear blossom wine?" Yao Chenzi asked, taking a swig from the wine jug.
This guy is a typical example of someone who's bad at drinking but has a huge addiction to alcohol. He can't hold his liquor but insists on imitating the carefree ways of a wine connoisseur. As a result, Ji Pingxi didn't see the wine connoisseur at all, but only a drunkard.
The drunkard smacked his lips: "That was great!"
Having avenged his master, found happiness with his friends, and made great progress in his medical skills, Yao Chenzi laughed wildly and threw a perfectly round pill out with the air of someone being hit.
Ji Pingxi held the pill in his hand and asked, "What is this?"
"A good thing." Yao Chenzi, drunk, winked at her: "The most romantic thing in the world, only one of its kind. I guarantee you will be as happy as an immortal. I don't give it to just anyone."
"Who is it for?"
Yao Chenzi feigned seriousness, stroking his beard lightly: "For your princess consort."
"don't want."
"..."
She didn't want something others would kill for, and Yao Chenzi, half-sober from his drunkenness, was furious: "You don't know its value! This stuff is incredibly beneficial to health. It won't cure all ailments, but it will at least prolong your life. If you don't want it, I—"
Before he could finish speaking, the round little pill was returned to someone's hand. Ji Pingxi looked at him with disdain: "You've made such a good treasure sound disgusting. You need to reflect on that."
For the sake of her marriage, Yao Chenzi swallowed his anger and flung his sleeves, saying, "Get out! Get out! Stop trying to provoke me!"
The best of the best [Spirit Breath Pills] was given out as a congratulatory gift, but instead of a thank you, the person only became angry. The world's number one divine physician held a wine pot and silently reflected: Why did he have to befriend this person?
The moment the thought arose, the answer leaped out of the water:
It's about loyalty.
Having a friend who's always ready to fight for you, and that friend is not only the best martial artist in the world but also a princess of the Great Yan Dynasty—it seems like he's the one who's made the best deal.
"The legendary healer?"