Watching Tang Zhuyun leave, Song Jingyang, who had been waiting outside, hurried into the house.
"Your Highness, the Princess Consort was deliberately saying the opposite of what she meant to upset you!"
To insincerely praise the prince for being exceptionally intelligent would be tantamount to implying that the prince is a fool.
The Prince of Jin gritted his teeth. "I'm not that stupid; I don't need you to explain!"
Another round of hurt!
He strongly suspected that Song Jingyang was now Xiu'er's woman and was trying to help Tang Zhuyun anger him and fulfill Tang Zhuyun's dream of becoming a widow!
Song Jingyang, he's almost beyond saving.
However, Song Jingyang quickly proved his loyalty with his actions.
He leaned closer to the bed and whispered, "Your Highness, this is terrible. Do you know what I've heard? Someone's going to the soup kitchen."
"The Crown Prince?" Prince of Jin sneered. "I have never been afraid of him."
"No, I'm not afraid of him! But today we're talking about the Crown Prince's... brother-in-law, Zong Heng!"
The Prince of Jin frowned. "What's wrong with Zong Heng?"
He certainly knew Zong Heng, who had been out of the capital for two years, amassed enough wealth, and should have just returned to the capital not long ago.
This is quite common; scions of prominent families use this to enhance their own prestige, which then paves the way for rapid advancement in their careers... These are all common practices.
"You've forgotten," Song Jingyang said, his eyes filled with disappointment, "Zong Heng is the foremost of the Four Young Masters of the Capital!"
The Prince of Jin sneered, "Is such trivial stuff even worth mentioning?"
"No, no!" Song Jingyang exclaimed anxiously, "Have you forgotten how Her Highness the Princess became famous before?"
Tang Zhuzi? How did she become famous?
The name of a fangirl?
"The Princess Consort has pursued Four Young Masters of the Capital!" Song Jingyang. "You don't know, when I heard that Zong Heng was coming today, I didn't dare leave for a moment. My eyes were wide open, just waiting for Zong Heng to come and block the Princess Consort's view!"
That day really exhausted him.
The Prince of Jin frowned deeply, his dark eyes filled with a complex emotion. "And then?"
That should all be things from the past, and have nothing to do with this Siren Tang Zhuzi... But it's hard to say. Tang Zhuyun clearly likes beautiful colors, otherwise why would she be so polite to Qingfeng?
"He didn't come later." Song Jingyang said dejectedly, "But I've been worried sick all day, not knowing if he'll come tomorrow."
"Does the Princess know?" Prince of Jin asked coldly.
"I know, but I don't seem very excited," Song Jingyang replied truthfully. "However, Her Highness the Princess is unfathomable, and I'm not sure if I can judge her accurately..."
Your Highness, you need to be more aware of the urgency!
Good luck, Your Highness!
What will you do if the princess falls in love with Zong Heng?
The Prince of Jin unconsciously clasped his hands in front of him, the veins on the back of his hands throbbing slightly, but he still feigned calmness on his face. "Has Zong Heng gotten married?"
Song Jingyang thought about it carefully, "No, of the Four Young Masters of the Capital, only Wei Xuan is married."
The Prince of Jin asked, "At such an advanced age, why are you still unmarried? Is there some serious illness on your part?"
Song Jingyang: "This... Your Highness, if I remember correctly, Zong Heng is about a year younger than you..."
"I am married!"
"But you weren't married this time last year either..."
The Prince of Jin felt that Song Jingyang was now known as a stubborn and argumentative person.
"Tomorrow you'd better keep a close eye on him. If he goes, will the Princess even look at him?"
"The princess is wearing a veil, so I'm afraid I can't see her."
The Prince of Jin felt that he had shot himself in the foot.
If it weren't for the fact that he absolutely couldn't risk showing up, he would have gone to keep an eye on things himself tomorrow.
Tang Zhuyun had no idea what the master and servant were whispering about. After finishing her meal, she wanted to go to bed early. After a long day, all she wanted to do was snuggle up in her blankets.
Just like before, Prince of Jin slept on the bed, while she and her two children slept on the kang (a heated brick bed).
As she drifted off to sleep, she vaguely heard the Prince of Jin say, "Do you still remember Zong Heng?"
Tang Zhuyun subconsciously replied, "I remember."
How could someone forget the grudge of having vicious dogs chase her?
"Never forget?" Prince of Jin gritted his teeth.
"There will definitely be a response?" Tang Zhuyun mumbled sleepily. "Alright, enough rambling, time for bed!"
In the dead of night, he was talking to her about some sentimental youth literature; she suspected he was mentally ill.
The Prince of Jin didn't sleep well that night.
The next morning at breakfast, Yanran, as if deliberately trying to provoke a sore spot, asked while biting into a pie, "Mother, is Zong Heng allowed to go today?"
The Prince of Jin's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his chopsticks.
"Who knows?" Tang Zhuyun finished her porridge, wiped her mouth, and said, "I hope he comes soon."
After this visit, those infatuated girls won't need to cause any more trouble.
After yesterday, the resentment of the wealthy among the disaster victims has been stirred up—they are starving, practically resorting to cannibalism, while you are all dressed to the nines, personally enacting the proverb "Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, frozen corpses lie." It would be illogical not to rebel!
Yanran said, "I just want to know how handsome he really is."
The Prince of Jin finally lost his patience. "Judging a person by their appearance is the most superficial thing."
"Really?" Yanran said, "But isn't it said that one's appearance reflects one's heart? Besides, I think Father is the most handsome! I just don't agree. Zong Heng is the head of the Four Young Masters of the Capital, but I think Father is!"
The Prince of Jin blushed, "My father doesn't care about these things."
"But my mother says that when you're looking at someone beautiful, you can eat two more bowls of rice. That's called 'beauty is food for the eyes.'"
Prince of Jin stared at the bowl and chopsticks Tang Zhuyun had put down. "Xiu'er, give the Princess Consort another bowl of porridge!"
If she can't drink two bowls, twist her head off!
Tang Zhuyun waved her hand. "No, no, I can't take it anymore..."
Prince of Jin: "..."
"I can't drink too much porridge, it's inconvenient to go out."
The Prince of Jin breathed a sigh of relief; at least her head could be spared for a while longer.
After dinner, while Tang Zhuyun was tidying up, Prince of Jin secretly instructed Song Jingyang, "Um, protect the Princess Consort well."
Song Jingyang rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Don't worry, I will definitely keep an eye on Zong Heng!"
Beware of fire, theft, and Zong Heng!
The Prince of Jin said proudly, "I'm not that petty. I'm asking you to protect her well so that I can guard against anyone who might pose a threat to the Princess!"
Song Jingyang then realized that if one came, he would kill it; if two came, he would kill them both!
Zong Heng still didn't come, but Tang Zhuyun was even busier than yesterday.
More and more Zidu began to come to her for treatment. Tang Zhuyun was very patient and prescribed the right medicine for each patient. Later, she simply started only seeing women and children, and it really became a women and children's clinic.
The same thing happened for the next few days.
Zong Heng never showed up; it was the persistent noble ladies who arrived on time every day.
As evening approached, the disaster victims lined up to receive porridge, and Tang Zhuyun was finally able to rest.
Just then, a woman dressed in tattered clothes walked towards her.
Tang Zhuyun couldn't see clearly through the veil, but she always felt that this woman seemed to be different from the other disaster victims.
"Stop!" Song Jingyang was very reliable at this moment and stepped out to stop her.