Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

The rumors were so terrible. Pei Jin... couldn't be humane? Oh my god, then... no wonder they said that marrying him would mean being a widow. This was clearly...

If he was injured in the Northern Frontier and couldn't be humane, then what did he do to himself?

Chan Yi lowered her head and couldn't help blushing.

"You little girl, you dare to say anything. If your mother finds out that you talk nonsense, don't even think about coming out again." It was like an elder sister intervening to stop her younger sister from speaking without restraint.

"Sister, I won't dare to do it again. I just heard it and said it casually." The younger sister muttered, not daring to say anything more.

"Oh, there is such a thing." The young ladies discussed secretly in low voices.

"It can't be fake, right?"

"That's such a pity. Prince Pei originally had a concubine's son, but somehow he died. At least he had an heir."

"That bastard may not be his child. Perhaps..."

Chan Yi didn't expect that these young ladies who were raised in seclusion could speak so bluntly. She just lowered her head and pretended not to hear.

Princess Qingyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore. She frowned and was about to speak.

But Lu Jingqiu stood up and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense. The reason why I broke off the engagement with Prince Pei is because we are not compatible. Marriage is a matter of parents' orders and matchmaker's words. As children, we never have the right to say anything."

After hearing her say this, Chan Yi guessed that the eldest daughter of the Wuyang Marquis's Mansion must like Pei Jin. Even though she had broken off the engagement with Pei Jin for unknown reasons, she was still willing to protect his reputation. She was indeed a generous and sensible girl.

If she really became Pei Jin's wife, the two of them should respect each other and live in harmony, right?

"Miss Lu is a good person." Qing Yuan seemed to have seen through Chan Yi's thoughts and said softly, "Cousin, you just returned to the capital, and there are some things you don't know yet. There are a lot of gossips in the circle of noble ladies, but you don't have to be afraid. You are the eldest daughter of the Zhenguo Mansion, and no one dares to do anything to you."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Chan Yi smiled gently.

"Cousin Qianqian, are you engaged?" Qing Yuan asked casually when she saw her smiling slightly.

Chan Yi shook her head.

"Cousin, from today onwards, the threshold of the Duke's Mansion will be trampled upon." Princess Qingyuan looked at her with a smile.

"Your Highness, you are joking," Chan Yi replied with her head down, "I have just returned to my parents, and it is time for me to be filial to them. How can I be willing to marry? Your Highness, you must have someone you like, right?"

"Cousin, you are so mean. You were clearly talking about your marriage, but you brought it up with me." Princess Qing Yuan said with a smile, "I am still young. I also want to stay with my father and mother as much as you do and be filial to them."

Chan Yi turned her head to look at her, took her hand, and put the osmanthus bracelet on her snow-white wrist.

"Hey, when did my cousin make this unique osmanthus bracelet?" Qing Yuan looked at the chain on her wrist that was shaped like a cross, raised her hands, and was filled with joy.

It turns out that even a princess would be happy about an insignificant osmanthus necklace. Chan Yi suddenly felt that Princess Qing Yuan was just a spoiled little girl who grew up in pampered conditions.

She looked at the clear blue sky, thinking to herself that it was great that now she had someone who loved her and cared for her, and that she had roots.

Just as Princess Qingyuan said, after the Osmanthus Fragrance Banquet at the Duke Zhenguo Mansion, the wives of the wealthy and aristocratic families visited the Mansion much more frequently. Madam Lin knew that they all came to inquire whether their daughters had gotten married.

Regarding this matter, she just smiled and said that her daughter had been fostered in her maternal grandparents' home for so many years, and finally she was able to return to her side when she turned 18. She couldn't bear to let her get married so soon.

However, although she was not particularly anxious in her heart, she knew that although her daughter did not want to get married and wanted to stay in the mansion to take care of them, how could she force a young lady in her prime to stay by her side because of her selfishness?

Her daughter will not have trouble finding a husband even if she has a child. When a suitable candidate is found in the future, she can marry him in a grand manner and become the mistress of the family.

That afternoon, Mrs. Lin deliberately took Qingying alone to Tingyuxuan where her daughter lived, wanting to have a private chat with her daughter alone. Some things are better said in person.

Chan Yi was playing with An'er in her arms. When she saw her mother coming, she hurriedly and attentively asked her to sit on the pear wood carved chair.

"Where is Mother Zhou?" Mrs. Lin looked inside and outside the house.

"Mother, Aunt Zhou went to the small kitchen to steam egg custard for An'er. She never lets anyone else make An'er's complementary food, and she makes everything by herself." Chan Yi smiled gently.

"Mother Zhou is indeed a good person." Mrs. Lin nodded and stretched out her hand to hug An'er. An'er stared at her grandmother with big eyes in Chan Yi's arms, and then shyly buried her face in her mother's arms.

"Mother, An'er is still a little shy." Chan Yi patted An'er's little butt and said, "An'er, be good, this is your grandma, smile for her."

An'er obediently poked his head out from Chan Yi's arms and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Lin.

"My dear, come and let grandma hug you." Mrs. Lin had long forgotten the purpose of coming here. She hugged An'er and kissed her little face, just teasing her, her heart almost melting.

"Our An'er is the most beautiful girl in the capital. She will definitely be a stunningly beautiful girl when she grows up." Mrs. Lin hugged An'er, smelled the milky scent on her body, and said contentedly.

"Puchi." Chan Yi laughed out loud, stood up, hugged Madam Lin's arm and said in a tender voice, "Mother, our An'er can never become a peerless beauty like that."

"You..." Mrs. Lin said angrily, "What mother doesn't hope for the best for her child? An'er, grandma will buy you the most beautiful skirt and beautiful flowers to wear in the future, okay?"

An'er held her grandmother's arm and stood on her legs, jumping and babbling with joy, but no one knew what she was saying.

"Mother, An'er doesn't need it, because he is not a little girl." Chan Yi smiled, her pair of almond-shaped eyes shining like the brightest stars in the sky.

"What? An'er, An'er is not a little girl... then he is... he is a young man?" Madam Lin asked stutteringly, and pressed An'er, who was jumping happily, to sit on her lap. She reached out her hand and touched his crotch again and again in surprise, then opened her mouth and said in sudden realization, "This... you are doing this to hide it from Pei Jin? You deliberately dressed An'er as a girl?"