GTB Chapter 66

“Oh!” Green Tea responded softly, thinking that her young lady was still treating her as an outsider!

She opened the cabinet door. The cabinet was large, and neatly folded inside were men’s clothes. Although there was no separate space, a little shifting could free up quite a bit.

She said to Jiang Jiuchu, “Miss, a little shifting will do the trick.”

“Forget it! Let’s not touch other people’s things randomly. Just put the boxes against the inside of the cabinet.”

Jiang Jiuchu stood up, looking at the extremely luxurious and extremely unfamiliar room, just like the person she married, making her feel strange.

She walked to the round table in the middle, picked up a white jade cup, and poured herself a cup of tea.

Thinking that since she became sensible, the most comforting thing was that her parents would not force her to marry someone she didn’t like.

Therefore, whenever she saw others in blind marriages, she felt that she was the happiest person.

But now…, she drank the tea in her cup in one gulp, and then poured herself another cup. Sure enough, one shouldn’t be happy too early.

“Miss, Seventh Prince is your husband.” Green Tea wanted to correct her young lady’s view.

Jiang Jiuchu paused upon hearing this, put down her teacup, and sat back on the couch, saying, “Then let’s put it away tomorrow!”

“Okay.” Green Tea thought it was okay to put it away tomorrow. After all, tonight was the first night to move in, so there was no need to rush to do these things. After tonight, everything would be more natural.

In the front hall, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor drank a cup of wedding wine and returned to the palace early.

Shí Jìn looked at Shí Yan, who was being congratulated and toasted, his eyes turned, and then he raised his glass and approached Shí Yan, “Congratulations to Seventh Brother for being able to marry such a beautiful woman, but……….”

As he spoke, he leaned to Shí Yan’s ear and began to whisper with ill intentions.

Shí Yan pinched the wine glass, a dark light flashed in his eyes, his body moved back a little, and he looked at Shí Jìn with an unchanged expression, calmly and naturally opening his mouth:

“Second Royal Brother, you should care about yourself. As far as I know, you seem to be not very… good lately.”

Shí Jìn’s face froze, and he said angrily, “No need for Seventh Brother to worry, this is nothing? This Prince is not afraid.”

As he spoke, he put down his wine glass and got up to leave, but what he didn’t expect was that he was assassinated on the way back to his mansion, and unfortunately took an arrow in his arm.

The Empress had already guessed who was behind the assassination attempt on the Crown Prince, but because she didn’t have sufficient evidence to convict him, assassinating Shí Jìn was her only way to avenge her son.

The night was getting late, and the large red lanterns hanging high in the Seventh Prince’s mansion were particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Song Fuge sat on the roof of someone else’s house, looking at the Seventh Prince’s mansion with red lanterns hanging in the distance, the wine pot in his hand raised again, pouring the strongest wine into his mouth, but it still couldn’t warm his cold and painful heart.

On the other side, Shí Yuan Chen was also pouring wine into his mouth cup after cup, and even if he was the only one left at the banquet, he still refused to leave.

“Take Eighth Prince to the guest room.” Shí Yan looked at Shí Yuan Chen, who was drunk, and left a sentence to Mu Feng beside him, then raised his foot to walk out.

However, before he could take a step, his robe was grabbed by Shí Yuan Chen, “Seven… hic, Seven, Seventh Brother, where are you going?”

His face was flushed, and he looked at Shí Yan with slightly opened, drunken eyes, “Are you going to the… bridal chamber? I want to go too, she… hic.”

As he spoke, he hiccuped again. Although his words were loose and weak, he held Shí Yan’s bright red wedding robe tightly, “She must be extremely beautiful in her wedding dress. I… I, I want to see.”

A trace of displeasure floated on Shí Yan’s face. Seeing Shí Yuan Chen wanting to pounce on him, he quickly withdrew his robe, flashed aside, and said coldly, “Throw him to the Eighth Prince’s mansion.”

Shí Yuan Chen stumbled and fell directly to the ground. Looking at Shí Yan leaving, he wanted to get up and catch up, but Mu Feng carried him on his shoulders.

As soon as Shí Yuan Chen was carried like this, his stomach felt nauseous, and he immediately vomited.

Mu Feng’s whole body shook, and he instantly felt some wetness on his back. A trace of disgust wrinkled his usually expressionless face.

“Quickly put this Prince down.” Shí Yuan Chen wiped the corner of his mouth and felt a lot more sober. He looked up at the red figure in front of him and shouted loudly:

“Seventh Brother, didn’t you say that beauty is like fleeting clouds? You picked up two paintings, hum! Why didn’t you choose the ugly one? You even mocked my love at first sight, you even…”

Shí Yuan Chen was talking enthusiastically, taking advantage of his drunken courage, when he suddenly saw something flying past his eyes. Then, the back of his neck hurt, and he could no longer make a sound.

Mu Feng looked at the jade thumb ring rolling on the ground, and was shocked. What did he hear? Eighth Prince liked their Princess Consort and even fell in love at first sight? He didn’t have time to think much and immediately used his Qinggong, taking Shí Yuan Chen away from the Prince’s mansion.

“Miss, Miss, His Highness is back.” Green Willow looked at the figure walking in the distance and quickly said to the room.

Jiang Jiuchu, who was resting with her eyes closed against the bedpost, immediately opened her eyes upon hearing this and quickly sat up straight. Green Tea also quickly picked up the red veil and covered her young lady’s head.

After a while, the sound of Green Willow’s greetings came from the door, “Greetings, Seventh Prince.” Then there was a soft sound of the door being pushed open.

Green Tea bowed to Shí Yan, who walked in, and respectfully retreated.

The room was quiet for a while. Jiang Jiuchu nervously pinched the handkerchief, feeling the man standing beside her, staring at her.

At this time, Shí Yan was indeed standing three steps away, sizing up Jiang Jiuchu. Looking at the untouched food on the table and the wrinkle-free bedding, a deep look appeared in his eyes.

Then, his gaze was attracted by the handkerchief in her hand that was stirring secretly. His eyes paused, and he stepped forward in two steps, reaching out and snatching the handkerchief away.

Jiang Jiuchu didn’t pay attention, and the handkerchief was snatched from her hand, startling her to cry out softly.

Shí Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the embroidery on the handkerchief, a peach tree covered with petals, and the golden sun above it was particularly eye-catching and familiar, with the same color and position.

Heh! Shí Yan sneered in his heart, so it was her, what a narrow road!

Looking at Jiang Jiuchu, who was sitting upright on the edge of the couch, and recalling Shí Jìn’s words, a trace of disgust slowly rose in his eyes.

He walked forward, waved his hand, and lifted the red veil on Jiang Jiuchu’s head, bringing a gust of light wind, which made the phoenix crown and jewelry on Jiang Jiuchu’s head sway gently, setting off her peerless beauty.

The speed was so fast that Jiang Jiuchu’s eyes widened in shock, and she looked up at Shí Yan in confusion.

The candlelight shone on the faces of the two people. At this moment, there was no gentleness of lifting the veil lightly, nor the shy and tender look.

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu in front of him, with light rouge on her lips and light makeup, and a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes. Shí Yuan Chen’s words flashed in his mind, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his lips:

“It’s indeed quite beautiful, but… it just happens to be the type that this Prince hates.”

Jiang Jiuchu heard this and looked at the cold-faced man in front of her in fear, not understanding why he said that?

Didn’t he choose her? Besides, is it her fault that she didn’t grow in his preferences?