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Han Yue stood in the dark corner, watching as the Emperor and others walked away before she stepped out and closed the door behind her.
As she entered the Inner Chamber, she saw Huo Xingwen being dragged out from under the bed by Han Shuang. Jiang Xi kicked him with her foot and asked, "Is he dead?"
Han Yue replied, "He should still be alive; I left him with a bit of strength just now."
Jiang Xi turned to smile at Fong Yang and said, "Did you come here to catch him in the act?"
Fong Yang remained silent, his expression dark. He was furious; Jiang Yue had used the same trick once before, and tonight Huo Xingwen dared to employ such a despicable scheme against Jiang Xi again. It was simply unforgivable.
Seeing Fong Yang's silence, Jiang Xi deliberately suppressed her smile and said, "Given the current situation, what do you think we should do? Should we both sink into the pond together?"
Fong Yang reached out and pulled Jiang Xi into his embrace, locking eyes with her as he said, "Don't say such things. I have no doubts about you; I just want them to witness your innocence with their own eyes. I don't want your reputation tarnished by such schemes."
Jiang Xi understood well that if it weren't for clearing her name, Fong Yang wouldn't even bother with the Emperor.
She stood on her tiptoes and playfully kissed Fong Yang, saying, "I was just teasing you; I understand your intentions."
Seeing the affectionate exchange between her master and mistress, Han Yue respectfully asked, "My lord, how should we deal with this person?"
Fong Yang glanced at Huo Xingwen on the floor, a flash of killing intent crossing his face as he said, "Disable his hands and feet and lock him in the dungeon. I will deal with him tomorrow."
Han Yue and Han Shuang quickly dragged Huo Xingwen away, not wanting to disturb their lord and lady on their wedding night.
Suddenly, Fong Yang swept Jiang Xi into his arms, his gaze burning as he focused on her radiant face. He gently laid her down on the bed and followed suit.
Fong Yang thought to himself: Finally, there’s no need to restrain those desires that have built up over two lifetimes.
The bright red gauze curtains hung in layers, reflecting the two entwined figures within. The temperature in the air rose steadily.
At that moment, a respectful voice from outside suddenly reported, "My lord, I have sealed off all the exits of the manor, but the emperor and the guests insist on leaving. I am struggling to hold them back."
A cold glint flashed in Fong Yang's eyes; it seemed that entering the bridal chamber would not be straightforward, and the romantic atmosphere in the tent vanished in an instant.
Jiang Xi was stunned for two seconds, her face turning as red as an apple. She adjusted her half-removed clothing and said, "My lord, you should go take a look first. I'll wait for you here."
Fong Yang suppressed certain desires and replied with a soft "Mm."
After a moment's thought, he realized he needed to go out and handle the situation; otherwise, it would be too difficult to enter the bridal chamber tonight. He rose silently and walked out, adjusting his robe as he went.
Yin Ye looked up at Fong Yang, puzzled. He wondered to himself: Shouldn't the master be happy to marry his beloved? Why does he look so grim?
Despite his confusion, he dutifully reported, "Master, should we continue sealing off the exits for inspection or let them leave first?"
Fong Yang glanced at him with little emotion and coldly instructed, "You and Han Shuang go find that palace maid who delivered the congratulatory gifts. Along with Captain Wei, detain her and throw her into the dungeon. As for the guests, check their identities one by one before letting them go."
Yin Ye was taken aback and asked, "Why detain Captain Wei as well?"
Most of those nobles were used to looking down on others and never treated servants as equals; however, the princess was different from them.
Jiang Xi playfully teased Han Yue, smiling as she said, "In my first month at the manor, I caused quite a stir and made a fuss. You all wouldn't have forgotten how it felt so soon, would you?"
Han Yue hurriedly replied, "Of course not! The lady chosen by the lord must possess extraordinary qualities; how could we judge her based on momentary emotions?"
Jiang Xi chuckled softly, feeling warm inside as she gently whispered, "Fong Yang."
At that moment, Han Shuang approached to report, "Princess, Eunuch Pan from the Empress Dowager's side requests an audience."
Han Yue's expression turned cold as he thought to himself, "How long are these people going to keep this up? They spend all day engaging in annoying antics. Last night, they completely angered the prince, and today they still won't let it go. Do they want to die?"
Jiang Xi smiled faintly and said, "The Empress Dowager must be upset because I didn't go to pay my respects this morning and sent someone to question me. The Empress Dowager and the Emperor won't rest until they can present my head. Since they couldn't stop Fong Yang from marrying me, they want to create trouble after the wedding. Little do they know he only has six days left to make a move, and now they've even sent Eunuch Pan to pressure me at the prince's residence."
Han Yue couldn't understand it and pondered silently: The prince holds no hostility towards the Emperor; otherwise, the throne wouldn't have fallen to him. Yet the Emperor and the Empress Dowager fail to see this point and insist on making things difficult for themselves.
Jiang Xi reflected on his past life with deep feelings. Fong Yang seemed heartless but would never actively harm anyone.
The Emperor viewed Fong Yang as a hypothetical enemy, only thinking of the threat posed by his military power. His narrow-mindedness and limited vision had already sealed his fate of total defeat.
After tidying up, Jiang Xi instructed Han Shuang to notify Eunuch Pan to meet him in the pavilion of the front hall. Since he had nothing else to do, he might as well go meet him.
In the pavilion, Jiang Xi leisurely sipped his tea, feeling unafraid no matter who he faced.
Pan Hai entered the pavilion with four young eunuchs holding jade plates, respectfully bowing to Jiang Xi. "This servant greets the Regent Consort."
Jiang Xi slightly raised his eyes and said, "Eunuch Pan is too kind."
Pan Hai, holding onto his position as the chief steward by the Empress Dowager's side, felt displeased with Jiang Xi's arrogance but dared not show any dissatisfaction on his face.
Pan Hai said, "The Empress Dowager ordered gifts for the princess early this morning, intending to present them when you came to pay your respects. However, after waiting for a long time without seeing you, this servant was sent to deliver the gifts instead."
Han Yue stood nearby, feeling an urge to punch someone. He thought: No wonder he's serving the Empress Dowager. His words are loaded with meaning; he's clearly trying to imply that the princess is disrespectful and doesn't understand etiquette or regard for the Empress Dowager.
Jiang Xi understood the underlying message but pretended not to notice. He smiled lightly and said, "Please convey my gratitude to the Empress Dowager for her thoughtful gifts. When I have time in the future, I will definitely accompany the prince to pay our respects and express our thanks."
Pan Hai scoffed inwardly; it was so obvious yet the Regent Consort still insisted on waiting until later to express gratitude—truly arrogant and rude. However, he maintained a smile on his face as he replied, "Then this servant will take my leave first. I will certainly convey your sentiments."
Han Yue spat and said, "Last night's matter hasn't been resolved yet, and they still dare to criticize the Princess for not visiting the palace to pay her respects. Don't mind them, Princess. Would you like something to eat?"
Jiang Xi looked at the departing maidservants and replied calmly, "No rush, let's wait for Fong Yang to arrive and eat together."
Han Yue urged, "The Prince is busy dealing with those two scoundrels in the dungeon. Who knows when he'll be back?"
However, Jiang Xi confidently said, "He'll be here soon."
Han Yue was puzzled by how the Princess had come to that conclusion, but the next moment, a figure behind them immediately confirmed Jiang Xi's confidence.
Fong Yang approached, dressed in a crescent white robe adorned with bamboo patterns. Upon seeing the two smiling happily, he couldn't help but break into a smile himself.
Fong Yang asked, "What’s making you both so happy?"
He sat down beside Jiang Xi, who explained with a smile, "I was just laughing because my husband and I are in sync. When the kitchen suddenly sent over so much breakfast, I guessed it was because you were coming."
This made Fong Yang even happier as he said, "My beloved wife is truly wise."
Jiang Xi picked up a steamed dumpling and said, "You've worked hard, dear husband. Here, let me feed you." She brought the dumpling to Fong Yang's lips.
Hearing "dear husband" made his heart soften. Fong Yang opened his mouth to take a bite, his eyes shining with warmth.
Neither of them wanted to go anywhere; they simply wished to stay quietly in the Prince's residence and enjoy the bright warmth of their married life.
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