The Royal Family's Orphan is on the Rise

The delegation passed through the streets of the capital city all the way from the imperial city, with soldiers clearing the way on both sides.

The onlookers looked at the exquisite and imposing carriage and couldn't help but guess who was sitting inside.

"I heard that our Dalin is going to send an envoy back to Meng State again."

"I've heard about it too, but in the past it was always the former Princess Yongkang, the current queen. I don't know who it will be this time."

Someone who knew the gossip raised his head proudly and said, "This young master knows that the person sitting inside is Princess Heshun, the eldest daughter of the current queen and the former prince consort."

The people around were shocked when they heard this and couldn't help but start discussing it.

"Princess Heshun?"

"I heard that Princess Heshun has already reached the age of 15. Wouldn't her sudden return to Meng Kingdom delay the selection of a consort and the marriage?"

Someone complained: "Why delay? Our noble and dignified Princess Heshun is still a young girl when she returns. It's only been half a year. What can be delayed? It's not like she's going back to Meng Kingdom as a marriage."

A woman followed up and echoed: "That's right."

In the carriage, Jiang Ziyi sat quietly and gracefully, listening to the discussion of the people outside. She was calm inside. The fact that she could go back to Meng State this time was actually a sign of her cultivation and attention. After all, the two countries had been friendly for more than 20 years.

A few days later, the sun was shining brightly outside, and even Jiang Ziyi felt a little hot in the carriage.

"Princess, the water is here." Lin Shuhua handed the clean water to her master, and Jiang Ziyi took the water bag she handed over.

"Thank you."

After drinking the cold water, Jiang Ziyi felt much cooler. She thought about the situation outside and reached out to lift the curtain to check.

Jiang Weiyan, who had been paying attention to her, couldn't help but smile when he saw her checking out the outside.

The bored Dou Wenzong had been observing Jiang Weiyan along the way and found that he was always staring at the carriage. A bold guess emerged in his mind.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Weiyan was startled when someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

"Master Dou, are you walking without making any sound?"

"How could that be? I'm not a ghost. I just noticed that you have been staring at one place. Could it be that the person you love is inside?"

Jiang Weiyan, whose thoughts were guessed, looked embarrassed: "Don't talk nonsense."

He quickly looked away, fearing that it would affect the reputation of the person he loved.

Seeing that he looked like he was in love for the first time, Dou Wenzong couldn't help but smile heartily.

"You still don't admit it. I am from your era."

Jiang Weiyan's face turned awkward again, and Dou Wenzong shook his head and complained about him again.

"You can't do this. Be careful that our Princess Heshun comes back and another man becomes her consort. You'd better seize this six months to show your ability." He reached out and patted Jiang Weiyan's shoulder, leaving him alone to ponder.

Jiang Hua and Jiang Wen looked at each other in bewilderment. If their self-disciplined and polite young master didn't work harder, Princess Heshun would really look for someone else to be her consort when she returned.

After half a month of confinement, Shen Jiarou has become noticeably rounder, but fortunately her growth is not particularly scary.

Bored, she got up from the couch and walked to the full-length mirror beside her. It was a mirror that Shen Jiarou had made for herself when she was young, so that she could check whether her clothes fit her well on a daily basis.

Ji Chenyu walked quietly into the bedroom without notifying anyone and found Shen Jiarou, who was originally lying down, standing in front of the mirror looking at her figure. He put his hand to his lips and coughed to remind her.

Hearing the cough, Shen Jiarou quickly looked over and a gentle and easy-going face appeared in front of her.

"Brother? Why are you here?"

The steady Ji Chenyu looked up and walked in, heading towards Shen Jiarou.

"Were you admiring your own voluptuous and graceful figure just now?"

Shen Jiarou felt embarrassed by his jokes.

"Royal brother, you are annoying. You always bring up things that are not relevant to the topic."

Ji Chenyu smiled brightly and stood in front of Shen Jiarou, then reached out and held her chubby hand.

"The queen's rounded figure gives a sense of peace and prosperity, and makes her look more graceful and wealthy."

"Thank you for your praise, my royal brother. I am very happy to hear it."

The couple sat on the edge of the bed. Ji Chenyu looked at her increasingly charming face and figure. He began to feel dazed and couldn't help but reach out and touch Shen Jiarou's charming face.

"Alas, I have to wait at least a month. It feels like these half months have passed by more than a dozen springs, summers, autumns and winters."

Hearing his exaggerated words, Shen Jiarou lowered her head, covered her lips and smiled.

"Brother, there is a saying that goes, if love lasts for a long time, it doesn't matter if you are together day and night. Please be patient."

Ji Chenyu felt sorry for himself for a while and took a nap while holding Shen Jiarou.

When the delegation arrived back to Meng State, Jiang Ziyi saw the capital city she remembered and the familiar palace. She actually felt like she was returning home, which surprised her a little.

The elderly king and his queen came to welcome the Dalin delegation. The queen and her husband were all stunned when they saw Jiang Ziyi getting off the carriage in a graceful and elegant manner.

"Hey, this is the Princess Heshun mentioned in the letter, right?"

The white-haired king nodded: "That's right."

With the help of Lin Shuhua, Jiang Ziyi came all the way to the king and queen.

"Your humble servant greets the king and queen."

The queen warmly held her little hand and asked her about her journey with great concern.

"Ziyi, welcome to our return to Meng Country."

Jiang Ziyi looked up, met her gaze, and smiled gently.

"Thank you, Aunt Queen."

The king reminded him unhappily, "Are you only thanking the queen?"

Oh, this eldest niece is really something. She was the first one who didn’t call him.

"Thank you, Uncle King."

The king now felt much more comfortable and balanced. Looking at the harmonious scene before him, Jiang Weiyan, Dou Wenzong and Zhaermu behind him all had smiles on their faces.

It was already past lunch time by the time we got here, and at everyone's unanimous request, we prepared to entertain the Dalin delegation that had come from afar at dinner.

Jiang Ziyi watched the dance with Huimeng characteristics on the stage with great interest.

Lin Shuhua whispered in her ear.

"Princess, this dance is really good and passionate, as hot as the summer sun."

Jiang Ziyi lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled: "Your description is so apt."

The once handsome and elegant eldest prince Lakaki is now thirty-eight years old. He is steady and easy-going, and now he is even more calm and elegant. He looks at his cousin Jiang Ziyi opposite him and raises his glass.

"Cousin, your eldest cousin offers you a toast."

"Thank you, cousin."

In front of Jiang Ziyi was the fresh milk from Meng State. Unlike his wine, she was too young to drink alcohol, let alone at a palace banquet like this.

The second prince, Jesta, who is three years younger than the eldest prince, Lakachi, also raised his glass to toast Jiang Ziyi.

"Cousin, second cousin also respects you."

Jiang Ziyi raised her cup again immediately after seeing this: "Thank you, second cousin, please!"

The king and queen smiled as they watched the happy scene below.