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The old princess suddenly slapped her thigh and said, "I'm so old and useless! I even forgot about my grandmother. It's time for the midwife to come to the mansion, and the wet nurse should be selected first."

"She turned to the nanny beside her and said urgently, "I will remind me to send a letter to the Queen tomorrow, and both of my daughters-in-law must be appointed the best midwives in the palace." Her fingers trembled slightly with excitement, and she treated this matter as a battle.

"Grandma, we don't need the midwife from Qingshan Villa anymore. Daddy has already found the best one, and the military doctor has also kept the two best ones. Grandma, please help find two wet nurses."

Jing Chunxi was startled by the old princess' words and quickly spoke out to stop her. The cicadas outside the window suddenly became shrill, making people feel uneasy.

Looking at her mother's large belly, she felt a high probability that she would need the help of the Dimension, or her life would be in danger. She was afraid that the Dimension would be merciless. This thought made her back break out in a cold sweat, soaking her apricot-colored shirt.

But no matter what, she must be prepared to use space.

If too many people enter the manor, surround the mother and the delivery bed, and the delivery room is filled with people, her spatial capabilities cannot be fully utilized.

"However, grandma, please help find two wet nurses." Seeing the old princess's disappointed expression, Jing Chunxi finally did not refuse her kindness.

But at this moment, she unconsciously bit her lower lip, and only released it when she tasted a hint of blood. She once again felt the same fear as when she was eight years old and had just been reborn.

"No, I will never let anything happen to my mother or my brothers and sisters in this life." He blurted out while looking at the Princess of Hong County.

"When my aunt was giving birth, Xi'er was waiting outside and was determined to protect my aunt and my cousins."

I originally planned to stay in Prince Jing's Mansion for three nights, then go back to pick up Sister Jin and go directly back to Qingshan Villa.

Unexpectedly, on the afternoon of the third day, the aunt-in-law sent Cuilu, her most capable maid, to deliver a message to her.

Cuilu was wearing a lilac-colored bodice and had only a silver hairpin in her hair. She was a maid who was supposed to serve her master closely, but it was obvious that she was sent out in a hurry.

She saw Jing Chunxi, bowed respectfully, and said, "Princess Anping, the eldest lady asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that the eldest master's reply has arrived."

As he spoke, he took out a purse with a lotus pattern from his sleeve and said, "This is the candied fruit that the old lady asked me to bring along. She said the princess loves it."

Jing Chunxi said, "Grandma is so thoughtful."

"You replied so quickly? Did Dalang agree?" She took the purse and her fingertips touched the softness of the apricots inside, but she didn't bother to taste them. She just pinched the tassels on the purse and asked.

This pigeon is flying faster. Is cousin Dalang so anxious to marry Feng Jiaojiao?

"Yes." The maid answered in the affirmative, and smiled with her hand covering her mouth, remembering what the old lady said when she opened the small roll of oil paper.

"This brat, without saying a word, still relies on my cousin. I wonder how much he likes the girl from the Feng family." The old lady smiled so much that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes relaxed, and she kept pressing the handkerchief in her hand against the corners of her eyes.

The General's Mansion,

"Let me propose marriage?" Jing Chunxi pointed at herself in disbelief, her scallion-like nails glistening like pearls in the sunlight. She felt her grandmother and aunt must be ecstatic, even wanting to use a young, unmarried girl like her.

It would be fine if Dalangge was unreliable, but the two elders asked her, an unmarried girl like Yunying, to come to their house in person, and for the sake of the marriage between her eldest cousin and Feng Jiaojiao. It was too frivolous.

But as she thought about it, she also laughed.

"It's not a marriage proposal! Aren't you familiar with the young lady from the Feng family? Dalang's idea is also our idea. It's best to sound out the young lady's opinion first and then convey Dalang's idea to her." The old lady's agarwood rosary was spinning rapidly in her hand, and the gold and jade bracelet on her wrist jingled with her movements.

She had a smile on her face the whole time. "It also saves His Royal Highness the Crown Prince from mentioning it to Lord Feng. He might refuse directly on the grounds that the two children can't meet each other." She winked at the Madam.

"That's right, Xier, go there and say a few good words about Brother Dalang, and tell him that we in the General's Mansion are very satisfied with the young lady." At this time, the eldest lady's words had a hint of flattery.

This seemed like he was in a hurry to marry his daughter-in-law and wanted to push Jing Chunxi out immediately, which made Jing Chunxi laugh again.

"It's okay if it's not a proposal. I also want to be Feng Jiejie. I have to thank her in person for what happened last time. Xi'er will write a visiting card right away."

After saying that, she looked at her cousins ​​who were busy watching the show and said, "I remember they have a younger sister too. It's a good opportunity to bring all the older and younger cousins ​​over. It would be good to get to know more girlfriends."

I especially thought of Jin Jie'er and Mingzhu, who were either exiled or sent to the manor at such a young age, and didn't know any of the noble ladies in the capital. Even Jing Mingyue, who had grown up in my heart since childhood, I'm afraid she'd lost touch with her former best friend over the years.

Thinking about himself again, Jing Chunxi shook his head. Who isn't the same?

As Jing Chunxi spoke, he walked to the rosewood desk beside him and gently stroked the white jade paperweight on the desk with his fingers.

Thinking of the two younger brothers and one younger sister Feng Jiaojiao had cared so much for during their meal together in Sihui, Jing Chunxi also started looking forward to it. He remembered that Feng's younger sister was only eight or nine years old at the time, with a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes. She would definitely get along well with Jin Jie'er and Mingzhu.

"We are all family from now on. You sisters should go. All of you should go." The old lady turned around and called out, "Madame Wang, quickly prepare the invitation and ask the maid to come up and polish it. Write it now." Her voice was filled with unconcealable joy.

"Yes, old lady." Nanny Wang responded happily and left, the key chain hanging around her waist jingling all the way.

"Then the daughter-in-law should prepare some gifts for them. It's her first visit, so she can't leave empty-handed." The eldest lady also left the stool, and the pattern of hundreds of butterflies embroidered on her skirt swayed gently with her movements.

"Look how happy you are," the old lady teased her immediately, waving her handkerchief in the direction of the eldest lady. "Don't prepare too many gifts, just 30% more than usual to avoid speculation." Then she added, "Remember to bring the pair of mutton-fat jade bracelets you got the other day. They're just the perfect thank-you gift for Sister Xi."

Seeing the elders all happy, Jin Jie'er and Mingzhu both approached Jing Chunxi. They chattered, one asking how they knew each other, the other more interested in how old Feng Jie's younger sister was and what her personality was like.

Although Jing Mingyue was also very curious about the girl who had a high chance of becoming her sister-in-law, she behaved very calmly.

She was wearing a lavender dress today, with only an apricot-colored sweat towel tied around her waist, but the slightly pursed corners of her mouth and the smile on her face could not be concealed.

Although the round fan in her hand was still gently shaken with the rhythm of a lady from a noble family, the hibiscus flowers embroidered on the fan trembled with her movements.