After the marriage, my husband's family listened to my voice and turned the tide

Shang Tingli was halfway through his breakfast when he saw Fang Zhi approaching with a conflicted look on her face, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What's the matter?" Shang Tingli asked.

Fang Zhi hesitated and said, "It's about Miss Lingling."

She felt that the Crown Princess might not be willing to listen, so she didn't know whether to bring up the matter.

Shang Tingli could guess her dilemma and chuckled, "Has her marriage with the young master of the Liang family been decided?"

Fang Zhi nodded and replied, "You can tell everything. I heard that the wedding date has been set, at the end of the month."

Shang Tingli said nothing.

Because in her previous life, Yu Lingling's marriage was so hasty, it seemed like she was very reluctant to get married, but unfortunately she married the wrong person.

However, there must be something hateful about pitiful people, and she did not sympathize with Yu Lingling.

Gan Tang sighed and said, "Getting married at the end of the month? That's too hasty. Even if it's an ordinary family, they still have to go through the formalities, right?"

No matter what, Yu Lingling is still the daughter of the Marquis's family and is married to someone as his legal wife, but her anxious look doesn't seem normal at all.

Shang Tingli smiled faintly: "It has nothing to do with us."

Gan Tang fell silent, the Crown Prince's Consort was right.

……

After two days of such relaxing days, on the tenth day of October, the capital city became lively and everyone started to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival.

The ninth day of September was a period of national mourning, and everyone could not celebrate the Double Ninth Festival, which was somewhat of a pity. Today, we will pick it up again and celebrate the tenth day of October as if it were the ninth day of September.

Originally, the whole family was going to go to the garden party with Wenhui, but for some reason, she changed her mind on the way and asked the young people to go and have fun on their own. She also specifically told Shang Tingli and Ke Xin to go together.

Wenhui said: "Xingchen, you must keep an eye on A Li and don't lose him."

Leaving behind these words, she left gracefully.

The young couple looked at each other in bewilderment on the street.

"That..." Shang Tingli pulled the corner of his mouth and prepared his words.

Ke Xin casually suggested, "Let's go drink chrysanthemum wine first?"

Shang Tingli tilted his head and raised his hand, "Why don't we go eat Chongyang cake first?"

As the name suggests, Chongyang Cake is a cake eaten on the Double Ninth Festival. "Eating cake" means "climbing high", which fits the beautiful meaning of "step by step". It wishes every child success in everything.

Although she is no longer a child, she can still be "excellent in everything".

Ke Xin wanted to refuse outright, but then he heard her say, "In fact, we can also each do our own things. As for what mother said, you don't have to..."

"Then let's go eat Chongyang cake first." Ke Xin interrupted her.

Shang Tingli was stunned for a moment.

Ke Xin glanced at her dimly and said, "I don't know what kind of magic potion you have fed my mother. Now I am no longer her biological son, but a live-in son-in-law. If she knew that I dared to let you go out and have fun alone, I might not have to go back tonight."

"...I'm not alone, I have Fang Zhi and Gan Tang with me." Hearing the words "son-in-law who lives with the family", Shang Tingli said in a low voice, seeming to be in the wrong.

She is indeed blessed.

Many times, in the eyes of the princess, she, the daughter-in-law, is indeed more honorable than her biological son, the prince.

Ke Xin said nothing and pulled her to the shop selling Chongyang cakes.

When he arrived outside the pastry shop, looking at the long queue, Ke Xin frowned and felt like backing out. He has never had much patience, and now he was even more unwilling to queue.

“This line is too long.”

Shang Tingli was also timid.

Ke Xin glanced at her and said, "Why don't we go somewhere else first?"

[Even the pastry shop has so many people, I'm afraid other places are even more crowded. I'm afraid we'll still have to wait. ]

Shang Tingli was very conflicted.

Just at this moment, the hawker's voice was heard, "Selling cakes--"

She looked back.

They saw a peddler wearing coarse cloth clothes with many patches on them, pushing a small cart, shouting hard, his voice drawn out, and passing slowly in front of them.

"Freshly baked cakes, eat Chongyang cakes, everything will be fine——"

Shang Tingli subconsciously tugged at Ke Xin's sleeve, and seeing that he looked at him in confusion, he pointed at the peddler who had just passed by and said, "There's Chongyang Cake over there."

Ke Xin didn't hesitate, he grabbed her hand and chased after her.

"Please wait a moment."

The young man's refreshing voice reached his ears, and the peddler paused, looked back, and opened his eyes slightly.

Only when a young couple with outstanding looks and temperament stopped in front of him did the peddler come to his senses and confirm that the young man was really calling him.

Ke Xin asked, "Excuse me, how much is this Chongyang Cake?"

The peddler immediately became enthusiastic, with a proper smile on his face: "I won't cheat you, a Chongyang cake is five cents. Do you want to buy it?"

Shang Tingli seldom ate pastries from outside, but he knew that the pastries sold by Gan Tang at a price of eight cents each in the shop where he used to buy them. Compared to that, the pastries sold by the peddler were not expensive.

Ke Xin did not answer him immediately, but said: "Your Chongyang cake is cheaper than the one sold in the cake shop."

He just saw that the price of Chongyang cake in the cake shop was eight cents a piece.

"I just don't know how much you can..."

Shang Tingli was watching from the side and found it extremely strange.

[Eh? Master, how many things do you have that I don't know? I thought you would dislike these street vendors, but I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable.]

"..."

Ke Xin glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

There were many things she didn't know.

The peddler hurriedly said, "Don't worry, sir! Our cakes are definitely of sufficient ingredients and quantity. We will never shortchange you!" He pointed at the cakes on the cart, quite excited, "Please take a look, are they the same size as those in the cake shop?"

Ke Xin nodded calmly: "There is no difference."

"As the saying goes, 'If you don't eat cakes on Double Ninth Festival, you will die in old age'!"

The peddler pointed to the pastry shop over there, and suddenly winked at Ke Xin and said, "I guess the young master called me over because he can't wait to queue over there, right?" He smiled at Shang Tingli again, "Madam, would you like to buy our Chongyang cake? I guarantee that the taste is absolutely authentic. I dare say, if it's not authentic, I won't charge you!"

"Come to us..."

Ke Xin paused, then turned his head to ask Shang Tingli what he meant: "How many?"

Shang Tingli smiled faintly: "For a good omen, how about -" She stretched out her fingers and counted, "Eight."

Ke Xin looked at the peddler and said, "Eight dollars, then."

"Okay! Please wait a moment!" the peddler responded and immediately packed the Chongyang cakes for them.

In a moment, he handed over the Chongyang cake and said with a smile, "The Chongyang cake for you two is forty coins in total."

Ke Xin glanced at Du Heng.

Du Heng then stepped forward and paid the peddler.

Under Ke Xin's gaze, Shang Tingli took the Chongyang cake from the peddler and thanked him. As soon as she took the Chongyang cake, the peddler pushed his cart away.

"Here."

Shang Tingli handed the Chongyang Cake to Ke Xin. Ke Xin didn't understand what she meant, so he heard her say, "You paid for this, so you should get your share."

[Although I said eight pieces based on the number of people, I actually want to eat two pieces myself! Woohoo, if I had known earlier, I would have asked Gan Tang to pay for it myself! ]

Ke Xin snorted and laughed.

Shang Tingli glanced at him secretly.

【What is this person laughing at? 】

Ke Xin put away his smile and took the Chongyang cake from her hand without any hesitation. Under her wide-eyed gaze, he gave a piece to each of the two guards behind him first.

Shang Tingli stared at the Chongyang cake in his hand and swallowed secretly.

[It’s time to test our tacit understanding between husband and wife. Can you give me two pieces...]

Ke Xin slowly gave each of her two maids a piece, and there were still four pieces left in the bag.

When it was Shang Tingli's turn, Ke Xin did not move.

She couldn't help herself for a moment, and her eyes moved from the bag in his hand to his handsome face. After a pause, she finally held back and didn't say anything. Her mouth was tightly closed, but her heart was uneasy.

[What's going on? Aren't you going to give me even a piece? Are you really not going to give me even a piece? It's not going to be that way, right? ]

Ke Xin curled his lips and asked, "How many pieces does the Crown Princess want?"

[Why are you asking? The sensible ones have already given me two pieces! ]

Shang Tingli was already going crazy in his heart, but he smiled gently, virtuously and charmingly, "I will listen to you, my lord."

"That's it-"

Ke Xin nodded.

Then he picked up a cake from the bag and handed it to her.

The smile on Shang Tingli's face froze for a moment, but he thanked her without changing his expression: "Thank you, Your Highness."

【Why is there only one piece! 】

"Puchi." Ke Xin laughed.

Shang Tingli bit a piece of Chongyang cake angrily and lowered her head. Others could not see her expression, and no one could tell what she was thinking.

[Are you still laughing? ]

[You are so ignorant. ]

"Give."

Just when she was feeling strange, a slender jade-like hand held a piece of Chongyang cake and handed it to her. Shang Tingli looked at the hand intently, not the cake.

His fingers were very beautiful, with long knuckles and prominent veins on the back of his hands, which looked extremely powerful. His entire hand was so perfect that even his fingernails were round and impeccable.

At this moment, she felt that his hands were even more pleasing than the Chongyang cake.

[Wow, how come even someone's fingers and nails are so beautiful. ]

Ke Xin paused.

He lowered his head and followed her gaze to look at his fingers that were pinching the Chongyang cake. Suddenly, he felt his scalp tingling. He felt as if something was staring at his hands, and an indescribable strange feeling arose in his heart.

Ke Xin coughed lightly, interrupting someone's thoughts: "You only want one piece? I still have three pieces in my hand, I'll give you another one."

Shang Tingli came back to his senses and immediately took the Chongyang cake from his hand, smiling happily: "Thank you, Prince!"

[Of course I couldn’t just eat one piece. I wanted to eat two pieces from the beginning! ]

[You are a bit sensible, my Lord, and you didn't really give me just one piece. ]

Ke Xin sneered in his heart.

He had seen through her long ago.

Only she herself doesn't know it.

"Where are we going next?" he asked calmly after eating the Chongyang cake.

Shang Tingli thought for a while and said, "How about painting?"

Ke Xin frowned.

Shang Tingli continued: "This is not ordinary painting, but 'painting with five grains', which means using five grains to paint a picture."

"What's so fun about this?"

"Well, didn't the prince want to drink chrysanthemum wine earlier?"

Ke Xin looked confused: "What does this have to do with chrysanthemum wine?"

Shang Tingli replied, "You don't know this, do you? I already found out yesterday that this 'Painting with Five Grains' is also a kind of competition today. Whoever paints the best will win a prize. And the prize is a jar of chrysanthemum wine."

After she finished speaking, she asked, "How is it? Are you interested in going to play now?"