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Chapter 520 Sister-in-law, open the door, I am my brother 11

Shuying's eyes lit up. Safety is indeed a good thing.

In Qiaoguang Garden, Concubine Zhu was holding her own eldest son with a face full of love. When she saw Zhenzhu coming in, her eyes changed and she teased the child for a while before handing the child to the wet nurse.

He signaled to the wet nurse to take Haoda'er away, and after the two of them left the door, he straightened his expression and looked at Zhenzhu.

"Tell me about it," Concubine Zhu said with anticipation in her eyes. It must be a little girl, then she wouldn't have to be a bad person in vain.

"The court physician that the concubine usually uses confirmed that it is a young boy." Zhenzhu looked around and spoke in a low voice.

"Have you prepared everything I asked you to prepare?" Concubine Zhu's eyes were filled with ruthlessness. It was not her fault. The prince only had that much fatherly love. If he had one, he would have none of the other.

The ten fingers are of different lengths, but it’s good enough as there is only one child for the time being. Concubine Zhu felt a headache just thinking about it. It’s really a pity to have another princess above her head!

"Master, do you really want to do this?" Pearl nodded hesitantly. "The princess is in control of the backyard now. It took a lot of effort to bring these things in. If we are discovered, we will have a hard time."

"I don't want Madam Miao's life either, I just want her to be sick." Concubine Zhu chuckled, "You don't think I want her to die, do you? I'm not that cruel."

"I will obey my master." Zhenzhu said without hesitation.

"That's right," Concubine Zhu smiled, "I'll give you the golden hairpin on my dressing table as a reward."

"Thank you for the reward, my master." Zhenzhu took the gold hairpin and went out.

A rain in the middle of the night submerged all the evidence. There were lightning, thunder, and heavy rain. For a moment, you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

When I got up early, the rain outside had not stopped yet. Maids carrying lanterns were coming and going in a hurry to prepare for their masters.

"Yingxiu, tell everyone not to come over to pay respects." Jiuli glanced at the heavy rain outside and gave the order softly.

"Yes, I'll give the order right away," Yingxiu came out from behind Jiuli, took the order, and pointed a few servants to leave.

"Anxiang, tell the kitchen to make some ginger soup and send it down." Jiuli flicked the candle flame a few times. "Also, Madam Miao's mother, if I remember correctly, should be coming today, right?"

"Master, remember correctly, it is indeed today," An Xiang calculated the days, "but it shouldn't rain this heavily, right?"

"That's hard to say," Jiuli knocked on the table, "If you come, go in through the back door. I'll also arrange for someone to take the prince back to the mansion and bring some thick clothes."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something and turned to Shuying.

"By the way, bring an extra umbrella for him."

Shuying nodded, with some extremely rebellious thoughts in her mind.

In Haitang Courtyard, Concubine Li and Madam Song were holding umbrellas and preparing to go out, followed by their respective little maids to serve them.

"Why are you so impatient?" Concubine Li adjusted the red gold and pink tourmaline hairpin on her head, saying, "It was given by the princess, so please don't break it." She said in a bad tone.

"Your servant greets Consort Li and Madam Song." The young boy in a bamboo hat knelt down and said quickly, "The princess has ordered that you don't need to greet me today."

"I'll take my leave." The young boy said and ran away.

Concubine Li and Madam Song were left looking at each other in begonia, and they were supported into the Begonia Courtyard and kissed their precious daughter.

The same scene appeared in every courtyard, and Mrs. Miao's mother, Miao Xue, came in from the back door in a carriage.

Instead of going directly to Madam Miao's courtyard, he brought generous gifts to pay his respects to Jiuli.

Jiuli sat by the window looking at the account book of the shop outside the mansion. With a barely noticeable smile in her eyes, she gestured for it to be brought in.

"I pay my respects to Princess Jing. May Your Highness be well." After entering the room, Miao Xue did not look around and half-knelt to salute.

Miao Xue's husband's official position was not high, only a sixth-rank editor. Madam Miao was ranked as one of the four wives of the prince, which was already the best marriage in the family and could help a lot.

"Look, I was so engrossed in watching it. Yingxiu, why didn't you remind me?" Jiuli burned a stick of incense for Miao Xue.

Yingxiu walked out from beside her, "I know I was wrong."

"I'll just fine you one month's salary," he said before looking at Miao Xue, "Madam Miao, there's no need to be so polite. Stand up and take a seat."

"Thank you for your grace, Princess." Miao Xue stood up, swaying slightly and only sitting half way.

Without saying a few words, Jiuli began to see the guests off.

"Princess, please accept the gift. Yingxiu will see Madam off." Jiuli took a look at the bracelet that was sent to her. The flawless jade bracelet was indeed a good thing. She lowered her head and continued to look at the account book, making a few strokes.

Miao Xue was sitting in a sedan chair on the way to Weimingju, reviewing the conversation just now, with cold sweat on her forehead.

Well, it seems that my girl has offended the princess seriously, otherwise she wouldn’t have that attitude. She needs to be taught a lesson, otherwise it will bring disaster.

The Cui family of Fengning is not someone he can contend with.

"Just take what's given to you." Jiuli glanced at Yingxiu who was offering her treasure, "You should know what you can and cannot accept."

"I understand. Miao Xue is more sensible and polite than Madam Miao. How could she raise such a daughter?" Yingxiu muttered to herself while sitting on the footstool and flipping through the account book.

Especially the way she talked nonsense made her want to smash Madam Miao's mouth. It hasn't been half a year since her mistress got married, and the emperor and the queen didn't urge her, but she, the Goddess of Childbirth, was quick to give birth.

"In my opinion, he must have been spoiled by his family," Qing Qian said in a low voice as she bit off the thread in her hand.

"Master, this account book," Yingxiu roughly flipped through it, looking at Jiuli with surprise in her eyes, "there is a problem."

"Well," Jiuli put down the account book in his hand and took a sip of tea, "Yingxiu, write down all the questions you have."

"I'll remember it." Yingxiu glanced at the shop. Hmm, it's safe. If it's not hers, then it must be from Prince Jing's mansion?

"I'll record it in the book and give it to the prince later," Jiuli said lightly, taking the miscellaneous notes next to her and looking at them.

"Yes." Yingxiu nodded again to let him know.

For a moment, the only sound I could hear was the rustling of pages turning, which, accompanied by the sound of rain, sounded quite special.

There was no sign of stopping until the evening. News of heavy rain and landslides in various places kept reaching the capital. Court meetings were held one after another in the palace. The ministers who left the palace at the end of the You hour looked at each other as they watched the heavy rain outside, which was so dense that it formed a curtain of rain.

The carriages outside were connected together.

"Your Highness, the princess has arranged someone to pick you up. They're over here." Su Hua saw Prince Jing coming out, squeezed over, and lowered his voice.

Prince Ming was very sensitive when he heard the word "Princess". He smiled but his eyes were bitter. Qingqing should be living well, right? Su Hua respected her very much, so I think Fourth Brother also trusted her.

"Sixth brother," King Jing looked back with a rare sense of guilt. This was not what he wanted and he could only blame it on fate.

"Fourth brother," Prince Ming forced a gentle smile.

"Together?" King Jing handed over the extra umbrella.