The street was crowded, and the carriage moved especially slowly.
As the carriage moved slowly through the crowd, Xingxing’s keen eyes spotted it.
Overjoyed, she hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, lifted the curtain, and said, "Miss, I finally found you."
Xie Jingchen was worried about how to send Su Jin back to Prince Zhenbei Mansion.
The matter was not completely settled, so it wasn’t suitable to be known by others.
Now that the Hidden Guards and Xingxing had arrived, Xie Jingchen jumped off the carriage shaft and mounted his horse.
Su Jin looked at him, "You’re not going back to the mansion?"
"I’ll return tomorrow," Xie Jingchen said.
Everyone had returned to the capital, yet he wasn’t staying at the Prince Mansion.
What on earth was he up to?
Su Jin was curious but didn’t ask, just nodded.
Xie Jingchen rode away on horseback.
Xingxing looked at Su Jin and said, "If the master isn’t returning to the mansion, where will he sleep tonight?"
"Are you worried he’ll sleep in the streets?" Su Jin laughed.
"..."
"I’m just worried he’ll stay where he shouldn’t," Xingxing said.
"..."
Xingxing was just shy of explicitly saying what kind of place that was.
At night, the girls in those brothels wore revealing clothes, dressed up flamboyantly. As they passed by the doors, the Hidden Guards were almost dragged in by two girls.
Xingxing was worried.
The Hidden Guard’s face was full of black lines.
This maid was worrying over nothing. Only if the Young Master was tired of living would he dare visit a brothel under the eyes of his two fathers-in-law.
Between Marquis Dongxiang and the Emperor, who would dare ss around?
Not long ago, the Young Master almost got beaten by Mr. Su while trying to catch the Heir’s wife in a brothel...
It wasn’t long since that happened, had this maid forgotten?
The possibility of the Heir’s wife visiting a brothel was greater than that of the Young Master.
Xingxing put down the carriage curtain, and the Hidden Guard drove the carriage back to the mansion.
Getting off the carriage, Su Jin was so tired she could hardly lift her feet.
Forcing herself to endure the fatigue, she returned to the Agarwood Pavilion and was stunned by a room full of rewards.
In the inner room were four large boxes, and on the table were eight trays of jewelry.
Golden, jade, pearl, coral...
The large round table was filled to the brim, with items even stacked.
Xingxing’s eyes narrowed with joy, "So many rewards?"
Bi Zhu standing beside them said, "These are all rewards from the Emperor to the Heir’s wife. This morning, Eunuch Fu ca personally to deliver the decree. Since the Heir’s wife wasn’t present, Eunuch Fu couldn’t send them to the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion and left the list to return to the palace, reminding that the Heir’s wife must go to the palace to express gratitude."
Any reward given by the Emperor, regardless of amount, requires entering the palace to express gratitude, not to ntion when receiving so many.
Moreover, the most important thing isn’t the reward but that the Emperor held a lantern festival and gave a general amnesty to accumulate blessings for Su Jin and Consort Yun in the netherworld.
Thanks to Marquis Dongxiang’s ingenious plan, with the Empress acting as a shield, otherwise the Emperor acting arbitrarily would surely be severely scolded by the Empress Dowager.
Su Jin looked over the jewelry, liking each piece.
But she was genuinely exhausted, so she sat on the Imperial Concubine’s Couch and took off her shoes and socks.
Xingxing exclaid, "Miss, your feet are covered in blisters."
More than one blister, and now she understood why it hurt so much.
Xingxing fetched a needle to pop them for Su Jin.
Su Jin didn’t let her.
She wanted to bathe first.
Bi Zhu quickly went to the small kitchen for hot water, and Su Jin soaked in the bath barrel, feeling her pores relax comfortably.
Her arms rested on the edge of the bath barrel, and if Xingxing hadn’t kept talking to her, she would’ve fallen asleep.
After soaking for a quarter of an hour, she got up.
Popped the blisters on her feet, applied dicine, and collapsed into bed to sleep.
Su Jin thought she could sleep until broad daylight.
Not knowing how long she slept or what hour it was, she only felt hands setting little fires everywhere on her body, tickling her.
A body pressed down on her, and half of her sleepiness fled.
A familiar scent lingered at her nose, and by the dim candlelight, Su Jin saw a familiar face.
It was Xie Jingchen.
Su Jin looked at him, "Weren’t you coming back tomorrow?"
"I was afraid you’d miss , so I ca back early," he said.
"..."
A rich, repressed voice ca with hot breaths against Su Jin’s face.
She could barely keep her eyes open.
Su Jin gritted her teeth silently.
Shaless, obviously, he wanted to co back himself, but he said it like that on purpose.
How could Su Jin let him have the upper hand, "I’m so exhausted, where would I have the energy to miss you?"
Xie Jingchen, "..."
This woman!
Looking into Su Jin’s eyes more beautiful than the starry sky, with a faint smile that made one want to get lost in them.
Her luscious red lips were like freshly washed cherries, exuding a tempting shine.
Before, he hadn’t savored enough in the small alley, and now he couldn’t bear it anymore. He leaned down to kiss her.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Su Jin wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to him.
This was the first ti Su Jin took the initiative, and Xie Jingchen’s heart turned to mush.
Inside the room, the red bed curtains were warm, endless spring scene.
The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Su Jin still hadn’t woken up.
The maids and servants thought Su Jin was tired from the lantern festival and didn’t know Xie Jingchen had returned at night.
The maids had also slept sweetly after spending the entire day at the lantern festival.
Even though the bed inside seed like it was about to fall apart, no one noticed.
Of course, not everyone was unaware.
A maid who got up at night heard the sounds from inside the room. Those sounds were all too familiar; it was always the sound when the Young Master was stirring up the Heir’s wife.
But the Young Master hadn’t returned from the capital, so why were such sounds coming from inside?
The maid was so scared she didn’t dare go to the loo and hurried back to her room.
Afraid of getting into trouble, the maid didn’t ntion a word to anyone.
Eventually, Su Jin was shaken awake by Xingxing.
Su Jin opened her sleepy eyes and said, "Why are you waking up?"
Xingxing looked at her and said, "Princess Duanhui has returned to the capital. There’s a banquet in the palace to welco her. Miss, you must wash up and head to the palace for the banquet."
Xingxing gathered the veil onto the plum blossom copper hook.
Rembering sothing, Xingxing hurriedly added, "Prince NanAn has been here for so ti, saying he feels dizzy and wants the Heir’s wife to examine him."
Going to the palace for a banquet didn’t stir much reaction in Su Jin.
Having attended many banquets, it was just another one.
But Prince NanAn seeking her treatnt was no small matter.
Su Jin threw off the quilt and got out of bed, "Why didn’t you wake sooner?"
"Prince NanAn didn’t let wake Miss," Xingxing said.
Xingxing helped Su Jin into the skirts she had chosen, then helped her wash and dress.
In the main hall, Prince NanAn was waiting anxiously.
His head hurt whenever he moved it.
Seeing Su Jin enter, Prince NanAn quickly stood up.
But he stood up too quickly, causing dizziness and his vision to go dark.
He grabbed the chair and sat back down.
Seeing this, Su Jin asked, "What’s the matter?"
Prince NanAn was frustrated.
Could he say he got this way from being hit by a maid?
How embarrassing.
"I wasn’t paying attention and banged the back of my head," Prince NanAn said.
"My head hurts a lot. I thought the Imperial Physicians might not be reliable, so I ca to find you, sister-in-law."
Prince NanAn wouldn’t admit he ca to avoid bitter dicine.
Su Jin could transform any dicine into pills.
Swallowing pills, no problem at all.
More importantly, taking pills wouldn’t alert his father and mother.
Otherwise, if they asked, he might not be able to lie convincingly.
Su Jin sat down to check Prince NanAn’s pulse, then asked about his symptoms, saying, "How did you bang it?"
Prince NanAn, "..."
Could she not ask for such detailed explanations?
He wanted to preserve the last bit of his dignity.
Prince NanAn looked at Su Jin, nervously asking, "Is it serious?"
"It’s a concussion."
"..."
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