Jiang Muyun didn't expect that Xiaolian and the others would come to her. The servant who came to report said that a couple was waiting outside, looking very anxious, as if something big had happened.

If there was anything big that could happen, it would probably be that he heard about her engagement.

"Xiao Lian is the old man next to me. Even after leaving the house, there is still some affection. You can let her come in alone."

When Xiaolian came in, she saw Jiang Muyun writing something on the case with a pale face. It was still a familiar place, and the room was filled with a faint smell of medicine. Her nose felt sour and she knelt down.

"What's wrong? Ahem...Biyun, help her up quickly."

"Miss..."

Jiang Muyun shook his head in disapproval and interrupted her, "You are no longer my slave. You don't have to kneel to me anymore."

Biyun brought an embroidery stool to her and served her a cup of tea, which made Xiaolian even more restrained.

Everything is so familiar, but everything has changed.

"You came to see me today, but what's the matter? Is he treating you badly?"

"No, no." Xiao Lian hurriedly waved her hands, and when she talked about Xue Ping, her face was filled with a look of happiness, "My husband, he treats me very well."

Jiang Muyun's expression was a little lonely, and Xiaolian felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure in her heart. She suddenly felt why she thought so, and was so despicable, so she quickly put on a worried look and looked at her.

"Miss, I heard that you have made an engagement with the Eighth Prince, but what's the problem?"

"Is this what you came here for today?" Jiang Muyun stared at her with a half-smile, "What trouble can I have? His Majesty personally issued the order, and the other party is a high-ranking prince.

The betrothal gifts are like running water, and all good things have been given to me. Who doesn’t envy my luck? What difficulties do you think I can have?"

"But, Miss, is this really what you want? You don't like the Eighth Prince. Even if you marry him, you won't be happy in the future!"

"In the future?" Jiang Muyun found it a bit funny. Did Xiaolian come here to show off to him how happy she was living today?

"How much more time do I have left?"

Jiang Muyun smiled mockingly, and Xiaolian felt guilty for a moment, as if her deepest thoughts were clearly seen by the person in front of her.

She didn't dare to speak anymore.

"There is no need to come again in the future, Biyun will see you off."

Originally, Jiang Muyun thought that if Xue Ping really left her and lived alone in Hanyao in the future, she would not let her eat wild vegetables regardless of her. Now it seems that it is better to eat more wild vegetables. If you are in love, you will not eat wild vegetables.

What!

Biyun came back very quickly, with a look of displeasure on her face, and her little mouth was so high that it could hang a small oil pot.

"What's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"

"Humph, it's not that Sister Xiaolian. Miss, you don't know what she said while the slave was sending her out!"

"Oh, what did you say to make us Biyun so angry? Let me hear it."

"She said!" Then she shook her head again, "The lady didn't listen anymore, she couldn't help but feel angry with herself."

"It seems that Biyun has also learned to hide things from me."

"No, this slave has always been loyal to the lady!" Biyun gritted his teeth and spoke.

"What did Xiaolian pull me to say? When you marry, you still have to choose someone who loves you and will care for you. If you don't love you, even if you are a prince or a general, you will still treat people as nothing. If you love you, even if you are a beggar.

You will live an extremely nourishing life, bah, isn’t this just an insult?”

Jiang Muyun could understand Xiaolian's thoughts very well. She was just a girl and a slave in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she could not be proud and complacent if she snatched the lady's beloved away from her.

So what if you are the lady of the prime minister's house, what if you marry the prince, it doesn't mean you won't get happiness.

People always like to fight over each other and think that the things they grab are delicious. Even if it is a piece of shit, if someone grabs it, it will become a treasure.

"What's there to be angry about? It's just personal fate."

The two were talking when a male voice suddenly came from outside, as if something had happened.

As soon as the master and servant walked to the door, they caught a glimpse of a figure climbing out of the wall. Although it was very fast, Jiang Muyun recognized it at a glance because of its iconic tattered clothes and such agility.

Xue Ping!

He secretly sneaked into the prime minister's house! Is he a human being?

"Miss, don't worry, the thief was caught by the young one just after he broke in."

The servant in front of her looked a little strange, but she had never seen him before, or maybe she hadn't noticed him before, so she was a little confused.

"Biyun, is he new here?"

"No, miss, Xiangzi has been working in the outer courtyard before, and was recently transferred to our courtyard."

"Miss, I used to be a guard in Yuefu Tower, so I have some martial arts skills." After saying that, he glanced at Jiang Muyun, "My master said, please feel at ease, miss, and I will protect you until you get married."

After working for a long time, it turned out that this was Li Weishen's person. She was a little shocked. This eighth prince was not as powerful as they said, but his hands were stretched out very long.

Since the Prime Minister's Mansion has it, it goes without saying that other important ministers' families have it.

He was quite relieved about himself.

Three days later, it will be the wedding of the Eighth Prince and the Prime Minister's daughter. This wedding is too hasty. It only takes a few days from the decree to the ceremony. Logically speaking, any wedding of a prince or aristocrat does not take ten and a half days to prepare.

Damn, this is really weird.

There are several versions of this story circulating in the community.

One is that the Eighth Prince has too many lives on his hands and is very evil, so the marriage must be completed as soon as possible, otherwise Miss Jiang San may be in trouble.

Another theory is that the Eighth Prince was about to die and the reason for getting married so soon was to celebrate the occasion.

Another theory is that the emperor is going to grant the Eighth Prince a land, and the Jiang family wants to hold the wedding as soon as possible while they are still in the capital.

Anyway, amid the divergent opinions, Jiang Muyun just smiled slightly, Li Weishen would not die if he died, he had many tricks up his sleeve!

At this moment, she was wearing a phoenix crown and a rosy veil, and she was feeling sleepy while sitting in the sedan chair. It was because she got up too early.

As a result, when we arrived at the palace, all matters were handled by the housekeeper, and even the worship service was completed by Xipo holding a rooster. The only external news was that the prince was unwell and should not move around.

Now the guests who came to congratulate him were even more convinced of the rumor that the Eighth Prince was dying.

If it were the woman next to her who wouldn't be able to cry, Jiang Muyun wouldn't care. In her world, marriage is just a matter of a piece of paper, and the wedding ceremony is just a plot in a TV series, with no special meaning.

But others didn't think so, and all cast sympathetic glances.

After working hard, Jiang Muyun was finally sent to the bridal chamber and sat on the bed in the new room. The smell of medicine in the room was so strong that she thought she had entered a Chinese medicine pharmacy.

"You all go down." The housekeeper waved away the group of maids waiting nearby, and bowed respectfully to the man with the hijab, "Tonight, Princess Lao will take care of the prince. If you have any questions, summon the maids as soon as possible, doctor

They are all waiting at home."
Chapter completed!