GTB Chapter 72

“Okay,” Jiang Jiuchu replied awkwardly, thinking, so this person is the Eighth Prince.

As Shí Yuanchen was about to give Jiang Jiuchu a big, toothy smile, he saw Shí Yan glance at him, which scared him into immediately withdrawing his smile and staring straight ahead.

He was suffering inside! Was he not even allowed to look?

He didn’t have any other thoughts, just a simple look, after all, he had been pining for her for two months!

Alas! He couldn’t think about it. Once he did, he couldn’t properly look his Seventh Brother in the eye. How could the girl he had been longing for be so easily married off to his Seventh Brother, becoming his Seventh Sister-in-Law?

Shí Yuanchen saw that the two of them weren’t talking, so he didn’t say anything either, and just kept walking beside Shí Yan.

It wasn’t until they walked out of the palace gate that, as he was about to get into Shí Yan’s carriage as usual, he was stopped by Mu Feng.

“Eighth Prince, it’s not appropriate for you to get in. Please take your own carriage!”

Mu Feng said this and immediately rode away, not giving Shí Yuanchen any chance to speak.

He thought to himself, he had personally carried this ancestor back yesterday. If he didn’t have the sense to see that he was eyeing up his prince’s consort and let him get into the carriage, then he shouldn’t be the head bodyguard.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’ve always ridden in Seventh Brother’s carriage before, why didn’t I ever hear you say it was inappropriate?” Shí Yuanchen shouted at the departing carriage before angrily getting into his own carriage.

“Go, go to Seventh Prince’s mansion for a free meal.”

In the carriage, Jiang Jiuchu glanced at Shí Yan, who was looking down and reading a book. She lifted the carriage window curtain, propped her cheek on her hand, and looked outside.

She thought listlessly, “Are there still two days before I can go back home?” She had only been married out for a day, and she already missed her family, missed her parents. What to do?

She suddenly felt the road ahead was dim, the slow years had not yet ignited, and she was already starting to waste away?

Could it be that the heavens saw that she had too good a life at her maiden home, so they were making her suffer in her husband’s home?

But that wasn’t fair either! She had only been at her maiden home for fifteen years.

She looked up at the sky, “What wandering the world, it’s just a dream after all, a dream that can never be realized.”

The carriage drove on the road, one person facing the book, one person facing the window, it seemed like neither was looking at the other.

Half an hour later, the carriage finally stopped outside the Seventh Prince’s mansion.

As soon as the two entered the mansion, Aunt Xing greeted them and asked, “Your Highness, should lunch be served in the front hall, or sent to the courtyard?”

“Send it to the courtyard! Oh right, prepare a portion in the front yard too.” Shí Yan said, then ordered Mu Feng, “You stay here.”

“Yes.” Mu Feng didn’t understand what his master meant at first, until he saw Shí Yuanchen come in, and then he suddenly understood.

He cupped his fist at Shí Yuanchen, “Eighth Prince, why have you come?”

Shí Yuanchen was a little angry that Mu Feng had stopped him, so he deliberately said impolitely to him:

“Can’t I come to freeload? Is it possible that the dignified Seventh Prince’s mansion won’t even give me a meal?”

“Of course you can, then please follow me to the dining hall! The dishes should have just been served.” Mu Feng gestured for him to come.

When Shí Yuanchen saw this, he immediately lifted his foot and walked towards the front hall. However, when he stepped into the front hall, there was no one in the dining hall.

He turned his head to look at Mu Feng behind him, and asked in confusion, “Where are my Seventh Brother and Seventh Sister-in-Law? Aren’t they coming to eat?”

“Oh! Eighth Prince, you don’t have to wait for them, the master accompanied the Seventh Princess Consort back to the room to eat.”

Shí Yuanchen was surprised when he heard this, “Back to the room to eat in broad daylight?”

His face instantly darkened. So, his Seventh Brother, who looked like he had no desires, was actually so unrestrained? He had really misjudged him.

So this meal was specially prepared for him alone? Afraid that he would disturb his good time?

He curled his lips and sat down grumbling, picking up his chopsticks and eating.

Mu Feng rolled his eyes as he watched from the side, thinking to himself, the fact that he could still sit here and eat, despite eyeing up their prince’s consort, was already his Highness not holding it against him. And yet he still looked dissatisfied.

In the Bamboo Green Courtyard, in the side hall next to the main house, Aunt Xing had already had people serve the meal.

She looked at the two who were sitting down and asked Jiang Jiuchu, “Seventh Princess Consort, please try it and see if the dishes suit your taste? These are all things that our prince likes to eat. If you have anything you like, just tell this old servant.”

“Okay, thank you, Aunt Xing.” She remembered that Shí Yan had called her that in the morning, so she followed suit.

However, she wasn’t too picky about food. If it was delicious, she would eat more; if it wasn’t, she would eat less. However, the cooks in the Seventh Prince’s mansion were quite skilled and made everything very delicious.

Jiang Jiuchu’s lack of pickiness, in Aunt Xing’s eyes, seemed like a sign that she liked her prince.

She had deliberately said that these dishes were all his Highness liked to eat, so the Seventh Princess Consort was loving what the prince loved, trying everything.

This was what her lady had said before her death, hoping that his Highness could one day find someone who loved what he loved and worried about what he worried about, to walk hand in hand with him until old age.

Jiang Jiuchu raised her eyes and glanced at Aunt Xing, who was smiling and looking at her. She thought to herself, “Although this master of the Seventh Prince’s mansion is a bit of that, the servants seem pretty good, more kind and respectful than I imagined.”

Her eyes rolled, and then she thought of something, and said to Aunt Xing, “Aunt Xing, I want to drink chicken soup for dinner.”

Aunt Xing smiled and replied immediately, “Okay, I’ll stew chicken soup for the Seventh Princess Consort tonight.” Aunt Xing thought that after a woman’s first night, she should drink some chicken soup to replenish herself. She had been careless.

Jiang Jiuchu paused, then continued to ask, “That… when will the chicken be killed?”

Shí Yan grunted, almost choking from her straightforward question.

“Ah!”

Aunt Xing didn’t react for a moment, “To… to kill it in the afternoon,” then, afraid that Jiang Jiuchu wouldn’t be reassured, she said again, “I’ll kill it later.”

She was very surprised in her heart. Why did the Seventh Princess Consort’s words sound so strange? Could it be that their Seventh Prince’s mansion looked very poor, and couldn’t bear to kill a chicken?

Or was it that this princess consort was not favored in her maiden home, and usually couldn’t even get a chicken to eat?

That shouldn’t be! It was said that Jiang Yuan and his wife had no illegitimate children, just this one legitimate daughter. How could she not be favored?

When Jiang Jiuchu saw Aunt Xing’s expression, she belatedly realized that her question was very problematic. It seemed like she didn’t trust them, and was urging them to kill the chicken.

She had no choice but to explain, “I like to watch…” She was going to say that she liked to watch chicken being killed, but then she felt that that would make her seem like she had a strange Hobby.

Shí Yan paused with his chopsticks as he was picking up food, thinking to himself, this woman wasn’t going to say that she liked to watch chicken being killed.

He glanced at Jiang Jiuchu’s pensive little face, “She’s really stupid and timid. It’s really difficult for her not to cut me with a knife.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s mind was racing, and before long, she thought of a good reason, “I like to kick shuttlecock, so tell me when Aunt Xing kills the chicken. I want to personally go and choose some feathers.”

As soon as Aunt Xing heard this, she instantly understood and hurriedly abandoned the idea that had just popped up in her head, and smiled:

“Okay, after the Seventh Princess Consort finishes eating, go to the kitchen with this old servant. This old servant will have someone kill the chicken in advance, so you can make a shuttlecock to play with earlier.”

She was very happy in her heart. To be honest, things like shuttlecocks, which couldn’t be more ordinary, had never appeared in their Seventh Prince’s mansion.

Now that they had a princess consort, it seemed like this mansion was really going to be lively.