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Jiang Xinghui was indeed hungry. She was about to lift her veil when she suddenly remembered something and withdrew her hand, speaking with a hint of apology.

"Aunt, Hui'er wants to wait until the prince comes before lifting the veil, so I'll just keep the veil on and eat for a while!"

Aunt Hua was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was true, so she handed a plate of cakes under the veil to make sure she could see it.

Jiang Xinghui quickly took the cake and stuffed a piece into his mouth.

Seeing Jiang Xinghui eating quietly, Aunt Hua left the room.

Because her belt was so tight, Jiang Xinghui only ate one or two pieces and stopped eating. She sat quietly on the bed and waited.

I don't know how long I waited before the door creaked open.

Guessing that the person coming was the prince, Jiang Xinghui couldn't help but tighten his sleeves and asked nervously.

"Is it the prince?"

"Yes, Huier, it's me." Lu Zhao's voice came.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xinghui felt the veil on her head being lifted up, and then she met Lu Zhao's surprised gaze.

Although he had expected this, Jiang Xinghui still felt a little uncomfortable.

She silently lowered her eyes and shed tears, looking extremely sad.

Although the woman's face was fatter, Lu Zhao still recognized her and quickly sat down to coax her.

"Hui'er, how could you...? Are you from the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Lu Zhao anxiously pulled Jiang Xinghui over and their eyes met.

Jiang Xinghui felt extremely aggrieved just by listening to Lu Zhao's tone. She sobbed as she recounted her experiences during this period.

Lu Zhao felt extremely distressed, and showed a vicious expression in a direction where Jiang Xinghui couldn't see, but he patted Jiang Xinghui's shoulder gently.

"Hui'er, don't be sad, it's not worth it. The Prime Minister is obviously partial, and he only thinks about the second young lady, so don't be sad for him anymore. From now on, you will be in the Marquis' Mansion, and my father, Aunt Hua and I will treat you well."

"Then...what about my mother...?" Jiang Xinghui stepped out of his arms and looked at Lu Zhao with tears in his eyes.

Lu Zhao felt guilty for a moment, and he hugged Jiang Xinghui tightly again and tried to evade the question.

"Let's go see mother again on the day we return home!"

Hearing that Lu Zhao did not refuse, Jiang Xinghui's mood improved and he began to wipe away his tears embarrassedly.

When the bride served tea the next day, Jiang Xinghui, under Lu Zhao's consolation, no longer cared so much about other people's opinions. He smiled and walked into the hall with Lu Zhao.

The hall was filled with relatives from the Marquis's Mansion. They were originally discussing things with great joy, but when the newlyweds came in one after another, they fell silent for a moment. They tried their best to control their expressions but still let out a few hints of disbelief.

They looked at the prince with a beaming face again and were speechless for a moment.

With Lu Zhao's love and protection, Jiang Xinghui felt extremely happy. Apart from being affectionate with Lu Zhao every day, he was waiting for his return home in three days.

Early in the morning of the third day, Jiang Xinghui directed his servants to put the generous gifts into the carriage one by one. They only stopped after loading five or six carriages.

She looked at the busy figures of the servants with great satisfaction. These were of course not for the Prime Minister's Mansion. She just wanted to take this opportunity to show everyone how much the Marquis' Mansion valued her.

Aunt Hua, who usually had a gentle look on her face, looked at this scene with something difficult to describe and couldn't help but speak.

"Prince, is this... not... too ostentatious?"

Lu Zhao still looked at Jiang Xinghui with a smile, not caring at all.

"It's alright. The girl will only come back once. If she wants to do this, then let her do what she wants! She has been wronged at home. As a husband, I have to bear more responsibilities. The imperial city will only spread the word that my mansion treats the new bride well."