Qiann Yan had just returned to her room when Bi Ye came looking for her, her face flushed red, demanding why she ate the bird’s nest prepared for Fuh Xi.

Qiann Yan: "I was hungry."

Bi Ye’s eyes widened; just because you’re hungry, you can eat Fuh Xi’s bird’s nest?

"Do you have doubts? I am Princess Consort Ling. Do I need anyone’s permission to eat a bowl of bird’s nest?" Qiann Yan asked.

Bi Ye was left speechless, her status always lower, so she could only leave angrily.

Isn’t this Princess Consort the Minister’s Mansion’s daughter?

How can she be so shameless?

It infuriated her.

Bi Ye returned to Fuh Xi’s side, exaggerating the story: "Miss, the Prince doesn’t care for the Princess Consort at all. She’s using her position to bully you."

"Don’t be angry, just have the cook make another bowl." Fuh Xi said with a faint smile, "This Minister’s Mansion’s daughter isn’t very clever. The Prince was already displeased with her due to her illness, yet she still acts recklessly. Once the Prince recovers, her good days will be over."

"Don’t bother with this matter, let her continue to be arrogant," Fuh Xi thought and said, "I’ll go visit the Prince in a while."

Bi Ye, hearing this from Fuh Xi, felt less angry: "Right, with her fortune, the Prince won’t care for her. Maybe, soon after marrying, she will be divorced and become the laughingstock of the entire Capital City."

Qiann Yan was full and content, but Qiao Xin hadn’t eaten a thing.

It had been long past lunchtime, and she hadn’t even had a drop of water, making her eyes dizzy from hunger.

She wanted to speak to Qiann Yan, but found she was already resting on the small bed, seemingly taking a nap, and stomped her foot in anger.

Is the Princess Consort so full that she won’t even care for her maid?

Qiao Xin was too hungry to bear it, knowing she couldn’t count on Qiann Yan, so she had to go out. She happened to meet Fuh Xi, who had no choice but to return after finding out Jing Lingyu was still asleep. Seeing Qiao Xin’s pale face, Fuh Xi asked the reason.

Though it was difficult to speak of, Qiao Xin told her.

"Come back with me, I still have some pastries."

Qiao Xin was immediately grateful and followed, inwardly blaming Qiann Yan half to death. This Fuh Xi was likable for a reason.

Qiann Yan was taking a nap when she suddenly felt someone else in the room and opened her eyes to see a white figure.

She didn’t move, but the person approached her, sat by the small bed, and sighed: "Yanyan, I’m sorry."

"I didn’t expect Third Brother would so quickly request Father to marry you. Had I reacted sooner, you wouldn’t be here."

The visitor was none other than the current Crown Prince, Jing Yunzhou.

Truly, in this world of dramatic plots, the Crown Prince is so idle as to visit his sister-in-law and sits calmly.

"I know all the rumors outside."

"He doesn’t treat you well and pretends to be sick to tarnish your reputation."

Qiann Yan did not respond because she knew Jing Yunzhou didn’t simply come to see how she’s doing today.

Moreover, it’s her wedding day. Only he knows his true intentions for coming to her new chamber.

No one here has genuine feelings for the original owner.

"Currently, I am no more than the Crown Prince. I am not free to act. I can’t even protect the one I care about the most." Jing Yunzhou’s face was full of anguish, "Yanyan, you must wait for me. When I ascend the throne, I will certainly take you away."

"I will not abandon you."

"If he treated you well, I might hesitate, but now I won’t be soft-hearted."

Qiann Yan said nothing, quietly watching Jing Yunzhou perform his act. She realized he might want to use this tender love as a trick to make her his accomplice.

What a cunning plan.