GTB Chapter 85

Chapter 85: So He Was the One Bestowed the Marriage

Chapter 85: So He Was the One Bestowed the Marriage

As soon as Ji Shutíng entered the private room, she couldn’t help but say, “This Fifth Prince is too mysterious! I’ve never even heard of him. Did you meet him on the way to Kyoto last year?”

Jiang Jiuchu nodded. “On our way to Kyoto last year, we encountered a heavy rain and happened to meet him. We followed him back to the Taoist temple to take shelter from the rain for two days.”

“He took good care of our family and got along well with my brother. I never thought he would be the current Emperor’s fifth son.”

Ji Shutíng was also a little incredulous and whispered, “I guess this Fifth Prince has never been in Kyoto, that’s why I’ve never heard of him. I’ll go back and ask my brother about it; it must be another royal secret.”

Jiang Jiuchu picked up the teacup in front of her and took a light sip. “It’s better for you to inquire less about royal affairs. It’s none of our business, so why be so curious?”

“Hey! I’m just curious, and I wouldn’t ask outsiders.” Ji Shutíng thought to herself, it might not be related to her, but it wasn’t necessarily unrelated to Jiuchu!

Now, every prince has a chance to sit on that throne. At this point in time, a Fifth Prince suddenly appearing might have some deeper meaning.

In the adjacent Heavenly Room Number One, Shí Xiu pushed the door open and entered. Several other princes were already waiting there.

Shí Jue looked at the person entering at the door and pointed to the seat next to him. “Fifth Brother, you’re here! Sit here.”

“Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

Shí Xiu nodded his head in thanks to Shí Jue, then walked to the seat. His gaze paused slightly when he swept over Shí Yuanchen, and then he said to everyone present with a warm smile:

“Greetings to all my imperial brothers.”

After Shí Xiu sat down, the Crown Prince began to introduce them one by one: “This is the Second Prince, Shí Jìn.”

“Greetings, Second Brother.”

Although Shí Jìn despised Shí Xiu in his heart and felt that Shí Jue was extremely hypocritical, he still cooperated and said:

“Fifth Brother, if you need any help, just ask Second Brother.”

After the Crown Prince introduced the Third and Fourth Princes in turn, he looked at Shí Yan. “This is the Seventh Prince, Shí Yan.”

Shí Yan nodded slightly and did not say the same insincere polite words as the others.

Shí Xiu didn’t mind Shí Yan’s attitude and smiled and nodded. He thought to himself, so he is the person the Jiang Miss is betrothed to?

Can such a personality be liked by the Jiang Miss? Just downstairs, when this person walked past the Jiang Miss, he was like a stranger, and you couldn’t see any signs of being a couple.

Everyone was used to Shí Yan’s temperament and thought to themselves, isn’t he just relying on the Empress Dowager’s pampering to be so arrogant?

I wonder how many years their biased grandmother can live, and how long he can be arrogant?

Although several people believed in their hearts that Shí Yan was not a contender for the throne, not to mention he didn’t have a maternal clan, he was also self-willed and never tried to ingratiate himself. Such a person would not pose a threat to them for the time being.

But it didn’t stop them from disliking him, for no other reason than they simply couldn’t stand his nonchalant, arrogant appearance.

Seeing this, Shí Yuanchen quickly took the initiative to introduce himself: “I am the Eighth Prince, Shí Yuanchen. Hello, Fifth Brother.”

Shí Xiu shifted his gaze away from Shí Yan and nodded with a faint smile. “Hello, Eighth Brother.”

After a round of greetings, everyone raised their glasses and drank together, and then they moved their chopsticks in their own way with different thoughts, and there was no more talk for a while.

They were just here to do the bare minimum. If they weren’t worried that their absence would be used as an excuse to make trouble, they wouldn’t even want to do this superficial thing.

In the other private room, Jiang Jiuchu looked at the Qióng Gānlù (Jade Dew) that Ji Shutíng had ordered and was amazed. “One hundred taels for such a small pot. Isn’t this the nectar of the gods?”

“Come on, we’ll know once we taste it.” Ji Shutíng said excitedly.

Jiang Jiuchu quickly reached out to block her cup. “No, you drink it yourself. I’m not very good at drinking. Let’s forget it. Didn’t we say we’re going boating this afternoon?”

“Oh, right! But we’ve already ordered it. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to drink it?” Ji Shutíng looked tangled. She could drink a little, but it was no fun for her to drink alone!

“Then take it back and drink it!”

Jiang Jiuchu wouldn’t drink it anyway. She had secretly drunk her father’s wine when she was a child. Her mother said that after she drank it, she ran to them and spouted a lot of nonsense before falling to the ground unconscious.

It scared her mother a lot, and she almost took her to the temple to ask a high monk to exorcise her, but finally stopped after smelling the wine on her body.

Ji Shutíng smelled the mouth of the bottle and felt that it was very fragrant and mellow, and seemed to have a hint of sweetness overflowing into her nose.

“Then let’s each try a sip, okay? Let’s see if this is really the Queen Mother’s nectar.”

As she said that, she poured a cup into her own cup and then winked at Jiang Jiuchu.

Jiang Jiuchu hesitated for a while, pushed her wine glass forward, and held out one finger. “Just a small sip will do.”

Ji Shutíng poured her a small sip as she said. “Come on, let’s toast, sisters.”

The wine was fragrant, mellow, and sweet. After Jiang Jiuchu took a shallow sip, she nodded in praise. “It seems there’s a reason why it’s expensive. Even someone like me who doesn’t understand wine thinks this wine is very delicious.”

As she said that, she drank all the small sip of wine in her glass.

Then she said to Green Luo and Ji Shutíng’s maid, Incense Grass, “There are no outsiders here. Sit down and eat together! Otherwise, we’ll be hungry this afternoon.”

“Yes,” the two of them responded in unison and then sat down. The four masters and servants ate a meal that was not too slow, and almost at the same time as the people in Heavenly Room Number One, they put down their bowls and chopsticks.

As soon as Jiang Jiuchu walked out of the private room, she caught a glimpse of a figure coming out of the innermost private room, and quickly whispered to Ji Shutíng beside her, “If you don’t want to greet them, just pretend you didn’t see them.”

After she finished speaking, she quickly walked towards the staircase.

Ji Shutíng paused when she heard the words. She tilted her head slightly and caught a glimpse of a group of princes coming out of the innermost private room. She was shocked and quickly turned her gaze back and quickly followed Jiang Jiuchu’s pace.

She thought to herself, are the princes gathering here? She didn’t want to keep greeting them endlessly, and besides, there was that annoying Second Prince.

“Seventh Brother, if I’m not mistaken, that girl just now was Seventh Brother’s wife, right? Do you think she saw you? Why did she run so fast? Could it be…”

Before Shí Jìn could finish speaking, the folding fan in Shí Yan’s hand slapped open next to his cheek, startling him into stopping his words.

“You…” Shí Jìn pointed at Shí Yan, who was striding forward, and couldn’t say a word for a long time. After all, although his folding fan was very close, it didn’t touch his face.

The Crown Prince’s wheelchair was being carried by two guards as he passed by Jìn and sneered: “Second Brother, when did your mouth become as idle and gossipy as a girl’s?”

A strong hatred flashed through his eyes. The hatred of his broken leg must be repaid twice over.

Looking at Shí Jue being carried down the stairs, Shí Jìn suddenly felt happy again, raised his foot, and followed.

Shí Xiu, on the other hand, quickly went downstairs without saying a word. After walking out of the Immortal Delicacies Building, he saw the figure in the distance walking west. After thinking about it, he followed almost unconsciously.

At the Immortal Delicacies Building, in a carriage next to it, Shí Yuanchen looked at Shí Xiu walking west and said:

“Seventh Brother, do you think Shí Xiu is visiting this bustling street or following a beautiful woman?”

“Why don’t we not take the carriage either and just walk over there?”