Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Yuan Yiming clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and his breathing became rapid. "I don't believe it. Xining isn't that calculating. You must be behind this, deliberately setting her up."

Tian Jiaying's expression changed slightly, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Master Yuan, please don't be so ungrateful. I kindly reminded you, but you slandered me like this. I've been in this mansion for many years, what haven't I seen? I see Yan Xining's true face clearly. She is a selfish person who wants to climb up the social ladder and is willing to sacrifice her sister's happiness. I just feel sorry for you being deceived, so I told you the truth. It's ridiculous, believe it or not!"

She picked up the tea and put it heavily on the table: "Since Master Yuan doesn't believe me, then I think my kindness was wrong! Goodbye!"

Her attitude made Yuan Yiming hesitate.

Seeing Yuan Yiming pause, a smile flashed in Tian Jiaying's eyes.

But before her smile could reach the corners of her lips, Yuan Yiming turned around and left resolutely.

The old woman said, "Hey, why did Yuan Zhuangyuan just leave like that? He didn't even say hello. How rude!"

Tian Jiaying chuckled, a smile that was both smug and contemptuous: "He's upset!"

She smiled and said, "You see, don't you? That country girl is quite pretty, and the number one scholar can't get her out of his mind. What's a scholar's greatest asset? His pen? If he feels he's been cheated, he won't hesitate to scold you. Then, let that damned girl be ruined."

The old woman immediately complimented him, "Madam, your methods are truly brilliant. This Yuan Zhuangyuan must be very angry. Let him deal with the young lady, and it will also relieve Madam's anger!"

Tian Jiaying said bitterly, "Even if she were to be disgraced, it would not be enough to dispel the hatred in my heart!"

Qi'er and the Sixth Prince were about to get married. If she hadn't interfered, there wouldn't be no news yet.

Fortunately, there will be a banquet in the palace during the Dragon Boat Festival. The Weiyuan Marquis's family is a noble one, and their wives will be among the invited guests. The princes will also be in attendance, so Qi'er must seize that opportunity.

But even though she was determined to get her daughter married, she still couldn't be happy when she thought of her son.

The son of a noble whose official career has been cut short cannot inherit the title. Does this mean that he really has to adopt someone from a side branch to inherit the title?

The Marquis has already brought up this idea.

No, she would never let anyone take away Luchang's title.

Yuan Yiming didn't believe what Tian Jiaying said, but he felt that what Tian Jiaying said made sense.

How could a person who just arrived in the capital have such a good marriage?

Originally, the marriage of the second daughter of the Yan family was snatched away by the eldest daughter?

If that was the case, he clenched his hands into fists.

By the way, he couldn’t normally see Princess An, but there would be a banquet in the palace during the Dragon Boat Festival, and thanks to him being the new top scholar, he had the opportunity to attend.

By then, Yan Xining will definitely participate.

He wants to ask clearly.

Soon, the Dragon Boat Festival is here.

This traditional festival was taken seriously by the people, who held dragon boat races; it was also given great importance in the imperial palace.

As the morning light began to break, a hint of paleness appeared on the horizon, and the courtyard of Prince An's Mansion was already bustling with activity.

After Chu Jinxun and Yan Xining had a simple breakfast, they prepared to set off for the palace to attend the banquet.

The day before yesterday, Yan Xining gave him an acupuncture, which forced out a lot of the poison. Now Chu Jinxun is in much better spirits.

The palace's servants had already prepared the carriage. It was an exquisite ebony carriage, its body intricately carved with cloud patterns and draped with pale blue silk curtains. It swayed gently in the breeze. The horses pulling the carriage were sleek, their hooves pounding the ground vigorously, snorting from time to time and puffing out puffs of white air.

The emblem of Prince An’s Mansion has been hung up.

Chu Jinxun walked to the front of the carriage first, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, turned around and extended his hand to Yan Xining, his eyes full of tenderness and concern: "Be careful with your step."

Yan Xining's eyes moved and he caught a glimpse of the new Chief Secretary Ding Zhangyi walking towards him.

She glanced at Chu Jinxun.

Chu Jinxun covered his lips and coughed, coughing so fast that his whole face turned red.

Yan Xining asked with concern: "Your Highness, did you catch a cold yesterday? If you are not feeling well, then let's not go!"

Chu Jinxun coughed and shook his head: "How can that be? Cough cough cough... I could not participate before, but I can't let you down. It's a rare time for the palace to be lively, you have to go and see it, cough cough cough..."

Ding Zhangyi had approached and, upon seeing this, quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness, Princess, is the Prince unwell? Regarding the banquet at the palace, if the Prince is unwell, should we inform him?"

He seemed concerned, but in fact there was a hint of tentativeness in his eyes. He looked at Chu Jinxun's face and body from time to time, trying to find some clues from his expression and behavior.

Chu Jinxun took a deep breath, straightened his body slightly, and tried to make his voice sound steady. "It's nothing, just a minor ailment, nothing serious. As a member of the royal family, how could I miss the palace banquet because of such a minor ailment? Chief Ding, don't worry."

"Your Highness, your health is closely related to the overall situation of the palace. If something goes wrong at the palace banquet, it will be disastrous. I am also thinking about your Highness. How about asking an imperial physician to come and see you? It won't be too late to enter the palace after confirming that you are alright."

Yan Xining frowned. "Master Ding, the prince has said it's fine. You don't have to press us so hard. We will consider it and make arrangements if necessary."

Hearing the coldness in her tone, Ding Zhangyi's heart trembled, and he quickly lowered his head: "Yes, Your Highness. I am just worried and confused. I mean no offense."

"Step back!" Chu Jinxun waved his hand and covered his lips to cough again, but this time he only coughed a few times before standing up straight.

"Yes!"

Yan Xining gently placed her hand on Chu Jinxun's hand and got into the carriage.

Today she wore a moon-white brocade gown, the hem of which swayed like flowing water as she moved. A pale pink ribbon tied around her waist accentuated her graceful figure. Her hair was carefully tied up with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell on either side of her face, adding a touch of playfulness.

Chu Jinxun then got on the carriage and sat next to Yan Xining.

Jingfeng raised the whip in his hand lightly, and the carriage started slowly. The wheels rolled over the cobblestone road, making a slight "rumbling" sound.

After leaving the palace gate, the carriage turned into the main road of the capital.

There were already many pedestrians on the street at this time, and vendors were carrying loads and selling various items along the street.

"Freshly baked buns, thin skin and big fillings!"

"Beautiful pearl flowers, girls, come and see them!"

The shouts come one after another, full of the flavor of life.

As the carriage neared the Imperial Palace, it gradually slowed down. The number of guards around increased, and the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate. The vermilion palace walls were tall and majestic, and the golden glazed tiles shone brightly in the sunlight.

Chu Jinxun got out of the car first, then reached out to support Yan Xining again.

But before I could help him up, he started coughing.

Then some carriages stopped. Some people greeted Chu Jinxun, while others pretended not to see anything and went straight into the palace.

They didn't want to waste their time on a sickly and invisible prince.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" Yan Xining had just gotten off the carriage and before she could even get help, she heard a soft and gentle voice asking worriedly and concernedly.