The Eldest Daughter's Marrying into the Highest Royalty

  "I... you... you... Master Wang... You've returned quite early today..." Yang Guofeng's sudden appearance caused Jiu Si'er, who was writing at her desk, to become flustered and hastily get up to pay her respects.

  "Hmm!" Yang Guofeng still looked like he was being stingy with his words, glanced at her, nodded, and then his gaze fell back onto the table.

  "Mother is fasting today, so she's free... just thinking of practicing her calligraphy..." Ninth Sister hastily added, while quickly tidying up the manuscript.

  This reason is really far-fetched, but there was already one on the third day's night, so today's can also be passed, right?

  Alas...

  It was this dead man, suddenly appearing and disappearing, who came back and killed her off guard.

  "Oh..." Yang Guofeng nodded and didn't say anything, turning around and walking westward.

  The ninth sister thought he should change his clothes and quickly called in Cuiyun and Cuihong, who were waiting outside the door, to come in and serve him.

  It wasn't long before Yang Guofeng came out again, but he had taken off his court attire and changed into a moon-white color with a pattern of schizophragma flowers on a straight-collared robe.

  Jiuniang was arranging books and suddenly felt a bright light in front of her eyes, and couldn't help but take another two glances.

  This was still her first time seeing this man wear light-colored clothes, and unexpectedly he looked so handsome.

  To be honest, just looking at his appearance, this man is indeed a rare handsome man.

  What a pity, his personality is too bad...

  "I'm going to keep my mother company during her fasting." The dazed expression on his little wife's face fell into Yang Guofeng's eyes, and his mood inexplicably improved.

  "Huh..." The sound was heard by Jiu Jie, but it made her pause for a moment.

  Is she reporting her whereabouts? When did this guy become so considerate?

  She was still in shock on this end, while Yang Guofeng had already turned around and left from that end.

  Fasting? That means it's almost sunset, so she should have a chance to finish writing the manuscript, right?

  After glancing at the man's back quickly disappearing out of the door, Jiujier's gaze fell on the manuscript on the table that was only half finished.

  The manuscript was spread out again, and Jiuniang sat down at the table once more.

  When Qing An and Cui Qiao walked in, one after the other, with Qing An carrying a teapot and Cui Qiao holding an exquisite small bottle, they saw her serious figure bent over her desk.

  The two girls looked at each other and then came forward together.

  "Miss, have a cup of tea and take a break." Qing An was worried about her body.

  "Miss, this bottle of rose dew was brought back by the lady who returned home the day before yesterday. She said to let you put some in your bath water to nourish your spirit." But Cui Qiao had other ideas and put the small bottle aside while speaking.

  "Let it be for now..." But Jiu Jie'er didn't even lift her head and casually replied to the two of them with a sentence.

  "Miss..." Both of them were anxious.

  "If you keep going on like this, you'll exhaust yourself." Qing Xing furrowed her brow.

  "Just now, Xu Pozi in the backyard told me that several aunts did not work at all in the afternoon, but instead dressed up and made themselves up. The two by the small garden even went to pick some long spring flowers to bathe with." Cuicui's face was stern and full of disappointment.

  "Hmph..." Upon hearing this, Jiu Jie truly lifted her head, but couldn't help but laugh.

  "Girl..."

  "Alright, alright, don't disturb me anymore. Let me finish the rest of this serious business." Afraid that the two little girls would keep chattering on and on, Jiu Si'er hastily cut them off.

  The two girls naturally didn't say anything else and left with a helpless expression on their faces.

  The ninth sister then hung her head and continued to struggle.

  As the sunlight gradually shifted westward, the manuscript on the table that was crawling with tiny tadpoles also slowly increased. After a while, Jiūjiě finally put down her pen and prepared to rest.

  She twisted her stiff neck and poured herself a cup of tea, as she was drinking, her gaze suddenly fell on the small bottle at the corner of the table.

  That was what Cuijiao brought over for her to take a bath with... uh, more accurately speaking, it's for competing for favor.

  Never thought that Yang Guofeng would return home early one day and cause such a big commotion, is this considered the Eight Immortals crossing the sea? Hehe...

  However, Cui Qiao was still petty, as the legitimate wife, she didn't need to pay attention to their little tricks.

  This is one of them!

  Of course, the most important thing is that she didn't put all this in her heart from the beginning. The identity in front of her is indeed noble, and the man she married is indeed excellent and handsome, but he can't give her a sense of belonging and existence at all, because these are not what she wants.

  No matter what the future holds, wherever fate takes her, she will never be like them, placing all her hopes on a single man...

  She drained the cup of tea in one gulp and then buried her head in her books again.

  But little did she know that at this moment, in the small nunnery on the west side of Yang's mansion, there were two people also thinking about her.

  "Feng Er, this girl may be a concubine's daughter, but at the moment I think she is quite good. What do you think?" Madam Meng asked while sipping her tea and looking at her son opposite her.

  His mother's words made Yang Guofeng stunned, he looked at his mother, then lowered his head and nodded.

  The son's performance made it impossible for Old Lady Meng to hide a smile on her face.

  His own son knew it, of course, and could see that his son had a crush on this little girl.

  In the past, when Xia's family was around, her son would always take care of everything, but he just lacked that one gentle glance.

  Because of this subtle action, it is actually her subconscious protection of her inner thoughts from being seen through by others.

  She was not as lively as her elder brothers since she was born, and later because of the reason for learning martial arts in the deep mountains, she lived there for a few years, and her personality became more and more cold and quiet, with emotions that were never revealed.

  "That day your second aunt has already discussed with me, after a few more days will hand over the family affairs to her, what do you think?" Then Mrs. Meng spoke up.

  After hearing his mother's words, Yang Guofeng couldn't help but frown and open his mouth to object, "Mother, let her get familiar with it for two years, besides she is indeed a bit young..."

  "What's the hurry?" But before she could finish, Old Lady Meng cut her off, "I was only fourteen when I took over this estate, wasn't I? This is inevitable, isn't it? In the past, Xia Shi's sickly body was one thing, but now that you've married such a healthy and lively woman, how can you let your childless sister-in-law continue to manage the household?"

  "But..." Yang Guofeng thought for a moment and was about to object again.

  "All right, this daughter-in-law is just pitiful and can't be let off without being tempered. If I don't let her go through some hardships, how can I entrust the royal palace to you all in the future?" But at this time, Old Lady Meng spoke again, with a smile in her tone, actually teasing her son.

  Yang Guofeng's face suddenly turned red and he shut his mouth.

  "Don't worry, I'll ask your second sister-in-law to bring hers too." Old Lady Meng said.

  Yang Guofeng nodded after hearing it.

  "Besides..." Then Madam Meng hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I think it's more suitable for Cheng Er to be raised in your four houses, what do you think?"

  "Uh-huh, I think so too." Yang Guofeng nodded immediately after hearing his mother's words.

  "Let's take some time to settle this matter then. He's not young anymore, already four years old. If we continue like this without a name or status, there will be more gossip."

  "Uh-huh, okay!" Yang Guofeng nodded again.

  "Xiao Wu wouldn't dare say anything, but your wife..." Seeing her son's straightforward response, Old Lady Meng couldn't help but glance at him, "After all, Cheng Er's temperament is not likable."

  "It's nothing..." Upon hearing his mother say this, Yang Guo's eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle slightly again, however he quickly responded, "Don't worry, Mother."

  Madam Meng nodded again, and then the mother and son chatted for a while. Yang Guofeng glanced outside and bid farewell to his mother, saying he would return ahead of time.

  "Um, all right, you go back first, I'll study for a while longer." Old Lady Meng immediately agreed, then looked at her son's retreating back and smiled.

  It's actually a good phenomenon for one's heart to return home like an arrow...

  The little servant Yang Jiang at the gate had been waiting for Yang Guofeng for a long time, and when he saw his master come out, he naturally hurried to greet him. Then the two of them walked back and forth along the long corridor.

  The result was that the ninth sister who was writing at her desk was surprised again, because this man had actually arrived ahead of schedule, before sunset.

  Fortunately, she finished it soon...

  She was still writing, Yang Guofeng's eyes couldn't help but flash with doubt, then he turned and went to the study.

  The ninth sister quickly finished writing those few pages, hung them in the ear room, then stretched her waist and prepared to take a bath.

  "Miss, you forgot this." But she had just entered the inner chamber when Cuiqiao came running up with the small bottle.

  Uh...

  Jiuer couldn't help but pause for a moment, and it turned out to be that bottle of rose perfume.

  After finishing her bath, the sky had already darkened and dinner had been sent over. Jiuniang instructed the servants to lay out the meal while also having someone go call Yang Guofeng for dinner.

  Yang Guofeng came back, first went to wash his hands, then sat down.

  Jiuer carefully served the rice and handed it to him. Yang Guofeng's gaze swept over the bowl of rice, landed on her, paused for a moment, then floated back to the bowl before taking it and lowering his head to eat.

  Something didn't feel right, and Jiu's expression made her a bit nervous, so she hastily touched her clothes and headdress, and only felt at ease when she found nothing out of place.

  "Your Highness, young lady, several aunts are coming to attend to you." At this time, Cui Cui walked in.

  Jiujie was taken aback and immediately ordered several beautiful concubines who had been carefully prepared to come in.

  "Tell them to come again tomorrow, I'm tired." But unexpectedly, someone had beaten him to it, the very men for whom several beautiful concubines had been vying.

  It's just obvious that these few people's efforts were in vain, because this man didn't even give them a chance to meet.

  How heartless!

  The ninth sister couldn't help but secretly shake her head in her heart.

  The man lowered his head and ate, without saying a word, and soon the bowl of food in front of him was empty, then he stood up.

  "Prince Wang, are you done eating?" Jiuniang hastily stood up and asked.

  Yang Guofeng nodded and his deep eyes fell on her face again, suddenly asking, "What perfume did you put on?"

  Jiuer was taken aback for a moment before saying, "It's not incense, I used some rose fragrance when I bathed."

  Yang Guofeng nodded again and then turned around to head towards the bathroom as well.

  Yang Guofeng came out of the bath and found that Jiu Sier was not in the bedroom, but in the ear room, instructing the maids to pack up the manuscripts she had written today.

  Yang Guofeng didn't go back to his bedroom either, then he turned around and went to the study again.

  Arrived at the study, originally wanted to handle a document, but somehow couldn't get it done, the whole room was filled with that sweet and fragrant rose perfume scent.

  He couldn't help but gaze at her with a mixture of regret and longing in his eyes, then put down the things in his hand, stood up and returned to the bedroom...

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