After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

Chapter 1089 - 1080: Old Friends

Xingxing nodded like a chick pecking at rice.Xueling was the best.

After staying in the tent for a while, Mrs. Jiang and their tent was arranged a few meters away from Su Jin’s tent, close enough to hear each other when calling out.

Exhausted from the journey, Su Jin let Mrs. Jiang and her group rest well.

Xingxing and Xueling did laundry.

The small clothes in hand, the smooth silk made one reluctant to let go.

After looking for a while, Xingxing began to feel disdain for her own young lady’s work.

The silk was not as good as the one sent by the Emperor, and the embroidery couldn’t compare.

Initially, the embroidery seemed quite good.

But in comparison.

The girl’s embroidered little bellyband couldn’t be shown.

Holding her young lady’s embroidery in one hand and the Emperor’s gift in the other, Xingxing looked at Xueling.

Xueling was more distressed, "My heir’s wife is even worse at embroidery."

Though the young prince was born early, the heir’s wife only made a few bellybands, but the young master didn’t let her make more.

After learning for a long time in the mansion, she still pricked her fingers when doing embroidery, so the young master stopped her.

They wrote a family letter back to the Capital, saying to have the embroideress make more, anyway, the young prince would be well-dressed.

Xingxing and Xueling washed clothes all afternoon, and only managed to wash two large boxes, leaving their backs almost unable to straighten.

By evening, they put away the little bellybands, and the gauze curtains.

Shaking them filled the air with dust, Xingxing washed them, turning a basin of clean water black.

Luckily, she was quick-witted, or the dust would’ve landed on the little bellybands the young master was to wear.

One layer of gauze curtain wasn’t enough, another layer was needed.

After washing and drying eight large boxes of clothes, it was already four days later.

On this day, Prince NanAn and the others arrived at Beimo Capital.

The sun was so intense that beads of sweat glittered on their foreheads.

The weather in Beimo was much hotter than in Daqi.

The four of them had a bowl of mung bean soup on the bustling street of Beimo Capital before heading straight to Beimo Palace.

The four wore masks, dressed in fine clothing, making the guards on alert as they headed straight for the palace.

Riding on horseback, Prince NanAn looked at the Beimo guards and said, "Inform your Eldest Prince that an old friend is visiting."

Zhao Xu was from Nanliang, after all.

Prince NanAn and the others couldn’t come pretending to be Nanliang envoys, so they had to remain undisclosed.

The guards looked at each other in confusion.

They didn’t understand why so many people came directly to the palace to find the Eldest Prince.

To make matters worse, each of them seemed particularly important.

Fearing to delay King Beimo’s matters, the guards asked Prince NanAn and his group to wait a moment while they immediately informed the Eldest Prince of Beimo.

The Eldest Prince of Beimo had not yet been conferred as the Crown Prince nor married, and still lived in the palace.

Otherwise, it would have been easy for Prince NanAn to find him, without needing to report?

Any of the four could flip over the walls, entering and exiting Beimo Palace without a trace.

Inside the palace of the Eldest Prince of Beimo, Princess Jing Mountain was clamoring to have the Eldest Prince of Beimo accompany her out shopping.

Stuck in the palace, she was almost falling ill from it.

Even though she had been held hostage the last time she left the palace, the incident left no psychological shadow on Princess Jing Mountain, but King Beimo was deeply concerned, vehemently disagreeing, and the Beimo Empress even more so.

With no other choice, Princess Jing Mountain had to plead with the Eldest Prince of Beimo.

If accompanied by her Imperial Brother, surely their father and mother wouldn’t disapprove.

Shaking the arms of the Eldest Prince of Beimo, she coquettishly said, "Imperial Brother, please accompany me for a stroll on the street, won’t you?"

The Eldest Prince of Beimo was shaken all over the place, looking at his swaying arm, he said, "You come whining to me every day, my arm’s gotten a circle thinner from your shaking."

With a glare, Princess Jing Mountain retorted, "You have some nerve, I’ve been begging you for days, yet you still won’t agree."

"If you were to pick a husband and get married, you would’ve left the palace long ago," said the Eldest Prince of Beimo.

With those words, Princess Jing Mountain immediately let go.

The matter of Zhao Xu’s visit to Beimo to see her had stirred up a commotion.

Many in Beimo knew Zhao Xu rescued her from Nanliang.

Due to royal family dignity, the issue wasn’t blown up, and the ministers dared not mention it.

But now, with Zhao Xu raising an army to overthrow Nanliang, many ministers said she wasn’t getting younger and should choose a Prince Consort, which further irritated Princess Jing Mountain, making her want to leave the palace even more.

Princess Jing Mountain turned and sat on the Arhat Couch nearby, her face as unhappy as a peach blossom in March.

The Eldest Prince of Beimo put down the military book in his hand and said, "Imperial Brother advises you to give it up."

"Without three to five years, Young Master Zhao won’t overthrow the Nanliang Court."

"Before he ascends the throne, Father will never let you marry him."

"You are a princess, can Father really keep you unmarried until twenty?"

Besides, in three to five years, maybe Young Master Zhao would have long forgotten her.

Even if not, should Young Master Zhao’s rebellion succeed and he claims the throne, with the future harem full of beauties, could she as a princess endure such grievances?

Being part of the imperial family, why would she even want to marry into another royal family?

As a princess, she could occasionally sneak out for a breather, but if she married Zhao Xu, and Zhao Xu really became Emperor, she’d be the Empress of the land, trapped in another palace for life.

Is that the life she truly desires?

The Eldest Prince of Beimo had always doted on Princess Jing Mountain; if it had been in the past, he would’ve taken her out for a stroll after a bit of coaxing.

This time, leaving her dry for five or six days was a way to let her taste the frustration of wanting to leave the palace but being unable to.

Princess Jing Mountain also knew marrying Zhao Xu wouldn’t be easy, especially since Zhao Xu had even beaten her Imperial Brother.

Princess Jing Mountain was downcast.

The Eldest Prince of Beimo didn’t persuade further, picking up the military book to continue reading.

Princess Jing Mountain glanced at him several times, her lips pouting higher and higher. Just as she was about to get up and leave, an eunuch came in from outside and approached, saying, "Eldest Prince, there are four masked men at the palace gate claiming to be your old friends."

Old friends?

The Eldest Prince of Beimo frowned.

What old friends would he have that liked wearing masks?

The Eldest Prince of Beimo didn’t speak, the eunuch added, "The guards said the four old friends are dressed in fine clothing, and their accents don’t sound like those of Beimo people."

This only made the Eldest Prince of Beimo more puzzled since he didn’t have many old friends, especially none from outside Beimo.

He glanced at the guard, "Go and take a look."

The guard went to the palace gate, and Prince NanAn and his companions immediately recognized him.

However, with their masks on, the guard didn’t recognize them and merely said, "I wonder what business you have with our Eldest Prince?"

Chu Shun looked at the guard and said, "We are Young Master Zhao’s brothers."

"We are here in Beimo to help him propose to Princess Jing Mountain."

The guard was momentarily stunned.

So they were here to propose on behalf of Young Master Zhao.

"Do you have a token?" the guard asked.

Prince NanAn and his group exchanged looks.

Is a token necessary for a proposal?

They certainly didn’t have a token.

Either that, or Brother Jingchen overlooked it and forgot to give it to them.

Prince NanAn looked at the guard and said, "We didn’t bring a token. Just tell your Eldest Prince that we once had the fortune of seeing him fumigated by Mr. Su’s stinky foot."

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