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"Yes." Anxiang nodded vigorously. She knew.

After two pieces of dessert and a cup of tea, as time went by, Prince Jing Yin Zhen came in, drunk, with a complicated look in his eyes. He knelt on the ground with a faint fragrance on his sleeves, and called out "Hello, Prince."

"No need," King Jing said, using the scale bar to lift up the veil. A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and his voice became subconsciously gentle. "Princess, have you been waiting for a long time?"

The beads hanging from the golden threads concealed Jiuli's already outstanding appearance, and the vague appearance made people want to find out more.

A bright red color caught the eye in the main room. The layout was exactly the same as her own boudoir in the Cui family. The dragon and phoenix wedding candles were burning in the corner.

"I didn't wait too long," Jiuli said with some shyness, but her eyes were full of calmness.

"Princess, it's time to drink the wedding wine." King Jing looked at the servants, and Su Hua tactfully led his people to retreat.

Anxiang looked at Jiuli with a little concern, but still stepped back, only stroking the sachet on her waist with her hand.

As the few people left, it became quiet for a while, leaving only the crackling sound of the dragon and phoenix candles burning.

He took the wine glass, took a sip, and a blush appeared on his face.

"It's time for Princess to go to bed." King Jing tilted his head and looked at Jiuli.

The beauty of the jade-like Qionghua fairy is so stunning, there is no such type in his backyard. As for the sweetheart? How could he have a sweetheart? Isn't the person in front of him the sweetheart? He decisively put it behind his mind.

"Please have mercy, Your Highness." A ray of light flashed across Jiuli's drooping eyes, and her voice became gentler.

"Does the princess have a nickname?" Prince Jing hugged Jiuli and they both fell on the soft pillow, playing with Jiuli's hair with his fingertips.

"My dear," Jiuli leaned into King Jing's arms with force.

Her eyes fell on King Jing's face. The two brothers looked similar, but it was a pity that she only wanted one.

"How about I call you my darling in private from now on?" There was obvious desire in his eyes, but he was patient in comforting her.

"Okay," Jiuli's eyes were clear, "It's late at night."

It was as if a strange switch was turned on, and the noise inside the house made Su Hua and An Xiang, who were guarding the door, lower their heads.

In fact, Jiuli was sitting beside the bed, watching King Jing crawling in the dark while holding the puppet and twisting his limbs, feeling disgusted.

"Good girl, don't go, don't go," Su Hua, who was dozing off, was awakened by Anxiang's actions. He covered Anxiang's mouth and took her away, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Let go," Anxiang blinked repeatedly to signal.

"I'll let go right now. Are you a dog? Are you going to bite me?" Su Hua twisted his face and pressed the teeth marks on his hand.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear my master calling you?" Anxiang's eyes widened, but she knew to lower her voice and rolled up her sleeves.

"That is," Su Hua blushed and explained in a low voice.

After a while, two monkeys with red faces were harvested.

The water heated up four times before the noise in the room stopped. After a simple wash, I fell into a deep sleep.

The lanterns in the main courtyard were extinguished one by one, followed by the candles everywhere. This night was destined to be a sleepless night.

"My dear," King Jing's eyes softened, and when he opened his eyes he saw Jiuli sitting in front of the dressing table getting dressed.

"Your Highness is awake?" Jiuli looked back and blushed suddenly. "Today we have to go to the palace to pay respects to the Queen Mother and Concubine Heng. Your Highness, please don't miss the time. Let Su Hua bring someone in to serve you?"

"As you wish," King Jing lifted the quilt and called Su Hua in to serve him. He then said, "Qingqing is also the master of the palace. If there are things, you don't need to ask me. Just handle them yourself."

Su Hua brought people in to dress King Jing. After listening to the conversation between the two, he had a deeper understanding of the status of the princess. What does that lover have to do with it?

After eating two snacks, he got on the carriage to the palace.

In the Xuanzheng Hall, Emperor Zhengtong pretended to look at the memorial in his hand, his eyes changing constantly, until the servant said that His Royal Highness Prince Jing and Princess Jing had arrived, and he raised his hand to let them in.

Prince Jing and Jiuli came side by side, like a perfect couple. Emperor Zhengtong felt more and more that there was nothing wrong with his arranged marriage. They were obviously a perfect match, and he relaxed a little.

"My son, I would like to send my regards to my father."

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you, your Majesty."

Emperor Zhengtong had a gentle look on his face and stretched out his hand lightly. Then he thought of something and tilted his head to give a wink to Liu Yuan who was serving beside him. Liu Yuan responded by retreating.

When he came up again, he was holding two cups of tea.

"Your Highness, Princess, it's time to serve tea." He reminded softly.

Emperor Zhengtong took the tea from Jiuli and took a sip.

"You can call me father like the fourth brother. Jia Luo has just presented a set of red jade head ornaments that are suitable for a young man like you." Emperor Zhengtong looked him up and down and said, "I still have things to deal with. You can go and pay your respects to Concubine Heng and leave the palace."

"Your sons, take your leave." They said in unison.

After the two men left, Emperor Zhengtong continued to deal with memorials.

"Liu Yuan, I remember that Cui Qing's daughter likes jadeite and white jade the most. You go and pick some things to give to her. The specifications are slightly lower than those for the Crown Princess," Emperor Zhengtong said before lowering his head to review the memorials.

"Yes." Liu Yuan bowed and responded, then walked out.

Inside Zhuohua Palace, Prince Ming Yin Zhen was sitting on a stool waiting, with two big dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been beaten, and it was obvious that he had not slept all night.

"Your Majesty, the prince and princess have arrived." Aunt Zhu looked at the young master with some concern and sighed in her heart.

"Please come in." Luo Shuiyan glanced at her youngest son warningly, hoping that the boy would remember not to talk nonsense!

Otherwise, Jiuli will end up in trouble! His Majesty will not tolerate seducing two princes! Such a disaster will only be executed, and the best ending is to enter the family temple!

Aunt Zhu winked at the little girl, and went to check the gift that Luo Shuiyan was going to give to the newlyweds.

"Mother, why are you looking at me?" Yin Zhen tilted his head with an innocent look on his face, "I'm so happy that fourth brother is getting married." Although he said this, his heart was bleeding and his eyes were cold.

"I hope so," Luo Shuiyan looked at Yin Zhen deeply, fearing that this kid would cause trouble.

But now Yin Zhen is no longer the young man whose emotions are clearly shown on his face. His expression remains the same as before.

After King Jing and Jiuli offered tea, Luo Shuiyan couldn't wait to ask Aunt Zhu to help Jiuli up. As for the fourth child? Sorry, he was used to being unwelcome.

"Just call me mother if you are willing," Luo Shuiyan held Jiuli's hand affectionately, with regret in her eyes. She should be Xiaoliu's principal wife, but she was given to Xiaosi for nothing!

"Mother." Jiuli lowered her head and looked shy.

But in the eyes of Yin Zhen on the opposite side, he felt greatly wronged. His heart ached uncontrollably and he pursed his lips tightly.

"Mother, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave." Yin Zhen stood up, and when he was about to leave, he noticed Jiuli's gaze and ran away.