Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

Jiang Yanchuan silently observed the interaction between the two.

Did she like that general?

His older sister is really amorous; she can catch the eye of anyone, but she just can't see him.

……

After Jiang Shuhuan finished her dance, she returned to her seat triumphantly and gave Jiang Qiao a provocative look.

Jiang Qiao sat next to her and gave Jiang Shuhuan a malicious smile. "There's a secret. Do you want to know?"

Jiang Shuhuan looked at her suspiciously. Chang Le had a secret she could tell her? There must be something fishy going on!

"Do not want to."

Jiang Qiao nodded: "Alright then, I won't say anything more."

After saying that, he started peeling crabs for himself.

Jiang Shuhuan: !!! That's it?

"I've thought about it again, tell me!"

Jiang Qiao smiled knowingly, staring intently at her. "The secret is... the Tyndall effect and gravity. You bumpkin, you wouldn't understand, would you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Shuhuan overturned the table, clutched her head, and screamed, "Ahhh! My head hurts so much! Help!"

The commotion was so great that the banquet had to be stopped.

Jiang Ji's hand, resting on the dragon throne, slowly clenched, and his face darkened. "Guards, take Princess Yongning away."

Jiang Qiao sneered. Didn't Jiang Ji pride himself on being a good father? He doted on his most beloved youngest daughter so much, yet his first instinct was to feel ashamed.

He is the most hypocritical person.

After this farce, everyone at the banquet was uneasy.

Jiang Roujia slowly walked to the center of the stage, calm and composed, and demonstrated calligraphy in front of everyone.

Consort De took good care of her. Although her appearance was ordinary, she had a unique temperament, like a secluded orchid in the deep mountains.

Jiang Ji expressed his approval of her. He never expected that Princess Roujia, who had always been overlooked, would be so eye-catching. He gradually began to make plans in his mind.

After Jiang Roujia left the stage, she gave Jiang Qiao a gentle smile, which instantly reminded Jiang Qiao of Bai Mian, who always smiled at her in the same way.

Jiang Qiao nodded to her and responded with a smile.

Now it was Jiang Qiao's turn. She found a veil and put it over her face, but after thinking about it, she put it down. Wearing a veil always gave her a feeling of "protesting too much," so she decided not to wear it.

Jiang Qiao entered the stage with a fierce aura.

She can't perform too well, lest she catch someone's eye, but she also can't perform too poorly, otherwise, where will she put her dignity as the eldest princess?

Jiang Qiao stood in the center, dressed in a blue robe. If she didn't speak, she would have an ethereal air about her. "Father, in this situation, I would like to sing a song."

Jiang Ji had no idea what she was implying, so he simply said, "Whatever you want."

Jiang Qiao cleared her throat, "The vast horizon is my love... What kind of rhythm is this..."

It also occasionally includes a few rops.

For some reason, the song seemed to have a magical power, and the others started clapping along.

The song ends.

The atmosphere was strange, Jiang Qiao thought to herself.

Jiang Ji: "Good, I didn't expect Chang Le to have such talent, reward her!"

Jiang Qiao: ...I never thought it would turn out like this.

Rong Sui looked at the woman in blue in the center of the hall. Her face overlapped with the face of the man in his memory. Their expressions were so similar. His doubts grew. He really wanted to ask her.

……

Another half hour passed, and the banquet finally came to an end.

Yu Xing: "I heard that the people from Ningyuan Kingdom will be staying in Anhuai Kingdom for half a month this time."

Jiang Qiao: Okay, I won't go out for the next two weeks.

"Yuxing, go and deliver the calming incense I prepared for Grandmother. I'll wait for you in the tea room."

Jiang Qiao originally planned to deliver it when she arrived, but she was late today, so she could only deliver it to Granny Yu now.

"okay!"

On her way to the teahouse, Jiang Qiao was suddenly handed a small note by a eunuch.

Jiang Qiao: This scene looks so familiar.

She has always been a very curious person, Jiang Qiao opened the note.

The sign simply read: "Meet me tomorrow at noon on the top floor of Zuixin Tower." —Wuhuan

Jiang Qiao looked at the words on the note and her heart pounded. Oh no, she had been recognized.

Does she look very similar in men's and women's clothing?

Jiang Qiao crumpled the note into a small ball, about to throw it away, when Chi Qi'an walked towards her.

His gaze fell on her hands. "What's in the princess's hands?"

Jiang Qiao quickly put her hands behind her back, "Is nothing?"

Chi Qi'an's eyes turned aggrieved. "Really?"

He had just witnessed the Crown Prince of Ningyuan hand the note to that little eunuch.

How did she and that prince meet?

Jiang Qiao: ...

An old friend invited me to meet tomorrow.

Chi Qi'an stared into her eyes, his gaze as gentle as water, as if to envelop her entire soul.

Will the princess go?

This was the first time Jiang Qiao had ever seen such intense emotion from him.

"will not."

Chi Qi'an pulled Jiang Qiao to a dark corner. Jiang Qiao could only see the light flashing in his eyes, and his breathing sounded ambiguous at that moment.

"Princess, is it a crime for me to want to kiss you?"

Jiang Qiao wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice teasing, "This princess forgives you for your innocence."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Qi'an kissed her deeply, his kiss passionate, the sweet, succulent saliva caressing their intertwined tongues...

Afterwards, Jiang Qiao questioned him: "Chi Qi'an, how could you do this? Have you kissed someone else?"

No, it's because it's you.

Jiang Qiao had nothing to say.

"General Chi, you should leave first. We are strangers, and it's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone here."

Jiang Qiao was somewhat angry that he had rejected her marriage proposal.

Chi Qi'an placed the white jade ring he was holding onto her finger. "Jiang Qiao, I will marry you. Wait for me, okay?"

Gu Yun once said that she had accumulated yellow phlegm in her body over the years, which would make her irritable, easily agitated, bloodthirsty, and even unable to live past the age of thirty.

But so what? He once thought he would die on the battlefield, but Chi Qi'an had seen her at her most anxious, and he felt sorry for her.

Chi Qi'an no longer wanted to die on the battlefield; he wanted to marry her, spend his life with her, give her a stable life, and become her strongest support.

Jiang Qiao is selfish. She knows she won't live much longer in this world, a year... two years... she doesn't know.

Jiang Qiao still wanted to marry him, even if the man would not be able to accept the fact that she was dead in the future.

Who can predict what will happen in the future?

"it is good."

Rong Sui, standing in the attic, watched everything below with a blank expression; only the bulging veins on his neck reflected his emotions.

From the woman's reaction to the note, Rong Sui knew that Jiang Qiao was that young master.

During his twenty years in Anhuai Kingdom, he did not gain the freedom he desired, or rather, he gained nothing he wanted.

Now, what he wants from Anhuai Kingdom is not excessive at all, Rong Sui thinks. He can give her so much, can't he?