The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

On the second day, Magistrate Zhou arrived at the gate of Jiang's house early.

The princess had instructed that there be no servant at the door yesterday. Jiang Mengrou was afraid that someone would come to visit, and that she couldn't refuse him no matter how hard she tried, so she simply let the servant go home and have a good sleep.

Today, the servant came early to guard the gate.

Magistrate Zhou politely stepped forward and handed over the visiting card. "Young man, please give this to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Prefect." The servant stood straight, without the slightest bit of flattery even when facing a high-ranking official like the Prefect.

After all, he is from the Jiang Mansion and represents the face of Her Royal Highness the Princess who lives in the Jiang Mansion.

He turned and walked in slowly, and when no one was watching, he suddenly slapped himself, "God, the prefect is bothering me with things! And he even calls me little brother!"

"Dad! Mom! I've made it!"

Although he had a lot of inner drama, his hands were never slack.

After a while, they arrived at the gate of the main courtyard where Jiang Mengrou lived. The maid outside the door took the visiting card and walked in, while he was responsible for waiting here for the princess's reply.

If I hadn't worn loose clothes today, I'm afraid everyone in this house would have seen me trembling.

He is fifteen years old and works in the mansion with his parents.

He had only met the princess once when he was very young, and after that, no other master had come to the mansion.

But these servants dared not stop working for a moment.

This is the first time he has seen a princess since he was old enough to understand. Oh, yes, there is also a little princess!

When the princess came to Jincheng, she was not married yet. Now, her eldest child is the same age as herself.

"Hey, Xiaoguang, the master told the prefect to wait in the reception room for a while, so you go and get ready." The aunt came back.

"Yes!"

Xiaoguang, the young servant, ran out happily.

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A cup of tea passed, and Magistrate Zhou waited in the reception room for what felt like an eternity, almost drenched in sweat.

"Prefect Zhou, sorry to have kept you waiting." Zhao Yunshan greeted him from a distance.

He walked over, supporting Jiang Mengrou.

"Prefect Zhou came quite early." He said this with gritted teeth.

Prefect Zhou felt very disappointed. Did he really do something wrong?

Zhao Yunshan: I called you here so early! You've ruined everything I had going on!

"Greetings to Her Royal Highness Princess Yongle, and greetings to General Weiyuan." Etiquette is essential.

"Master Zhou, please sit down."

"This time, I brought my family to Jincheng just to revisit our old place. You don't have to be so nervous."

Zhao Yunshan: That's right! We're revisiting our old place. We're so close, and we're reliving the sweetness of our "love" days. And you, you interrupted me!

Prefect Zhou: I'm so obviously nervous (shivering)

Lord Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Oh, is that so? Then would you like me to take you for a walk?"

"No need, but Jincheng has changed a lot now. I'd like to trouble Master Zhou to explain the changes over the past decade or so."

Jiang Mengrou's implication was that she not only wanted to know what achievements he had made during his years in office, but also seemed to want to know the situation of various forces in Jincheng over the years.

He swallowed hard. As expected, the people above him were the hardest to fool. "Yes, then I will briefly describe these years..."

Two hours later, when it was almost lunchtime, Jiang Mengrou interrupted Lord Zhou and said, "Oh, look at me, it's already this late. Lord Zhou must be tired too. Why don't you stay here for dinner?"

"No, no, thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. My wife should have prepared lunch by now and is waiting at home. I won't bother you."

Mr. Zhou: I declined. I’m full from drinking water.

"Alright, then, goodbye, my husband. Please see Mr. Zhou off."

"Okay, Lord Zhou, let's go." Zhao Yunshan held him under the armpits and dragged him out.

Jiang Mengrou was left alone sitting on the armchair in the living room, lost in thought...

Muttering "Guo family..."

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"Mom, why are you dressed so beautifully today?!" Mingyue had just woken up, her eyes were swollen and she was still sleepy. When she saw Jiang Mengrou, who was radiating charm, her eyes lit up and she was completely awake.

"Little girl, you only know how to make fun of your mother. Why don't you look good without dressing up?" Jiang Mengrou asked a soul-searching question.

"Beautiful, beautiful! My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, whether she wears makeup or not, combs her hair or not, or wears clothes or not!"

Zhao Yunshan was so self-righteous in his attentiveness that he thought Jiang Mengrou would fall for it.

Unexpectedly, a pinch appeared on his waist, causing him to grimace in pain, "Ouch!"

Jiang Mengrou twisted him, "How can you talk about people like that? It's not serious!"

Mingyue pushed her father aside with her little butt, "Mom, you are especially beautiful today. Look at your hair, it's shining, and the color of the hairpin matches your clothes so well, it makes your skin look even rosy!"

"Besides, this long dress in Water Shadow Red, densely woven with gold-threaded acacia flowers, is so, so, so magnificent!"

"My mother is already beautiful, and this outfit complements her perfectly. She is simply incredibly beautiful!"

Jiang Mengrou couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear as she was praised one sentence after another, "You are the sweetest!"

Mingyue, having received the praise, looked down upon Zhao Yunshan with a triumphant air. She leaned forward and whispered, "Hey, girls, you need to be praised in all aspects. Daddy, your praise is too general and even deliberate. I'll come back and teach you when I'm fifty."

What does "Vita Fifty" mean?

Could it be that he is asked to give fifty taels?

But fifty taels is too little, so I'll give you five hundred taels.

He waved his hand and handed over a large silver note.

Yes, that’s right, it’s five hundred taels of silver.

It was passed from Aunt Lan to Lan Tian, ​​and then from Lan Tian to Zhao Yunshan.

After all, he doesn't have any private money.

"Good brother, I'm borrowing this from you. I'll return it to you later!"

Lantian blinked to indicate that it was okay.

Mingyue looked at the banknotes in her hand, confused. Dad is really ambitious when it comes to mother's affairs.

"Mom, are you going out?" Mingyue was not distracted.

Jiang Mengrou smiled gently and said, "Yes, I'm going to attend the tenth birthday of my mother's friend's child."

A few days ago, she received a letter from Jincheng.

It was sent by Guo Rufang.

In fact, she would write to her every year, whether it was about ordinary trivial matters or holiday invitations, she would write them all and send them to the capital.

Even though Jiang Mengrou had never replied, and this had been the case for more than ten years, Guo Rufang would still continue to write to her.

And Jiang Mengrou would always flip through the pages one by one.

This time, she thought about it for a long time and decided to go.

Whether it is to reconcile past feelings or to try to accept and let go.