The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 263 The Concubine's Consolation

In the side hall, Zhuang Jiang changed his clothes and sat down at the table.

Qing Yan guarded the door, Yan Feng pretended to visit the princess on behalf of his highness, and chatted with Qing Yan.

Holding the fragrant tea in jade hands, Zhuang Jiang's eyes are clear, but like deep water flowing quietly, the dark tide is raging.

After a while, the door of the side hall was pushed open, and the imperial concubine, dressed in a white dress, slowly walked away with the support of Minghu.

Today's imperial concubine's complexion is slightly rosy, and her delicate face is stained with a gentle smile, which is very friendly.

"Jiang Er, you have been wronged these few days. Auntie knows that you must have resentment in your heart."

The imperial concubine sat across the table and spoke softly.Minghu stood beside her with a peaceful expression.

"Aunt told Jiang Er to stay here well, Jiang Er will not complain." Zhuang Jiang still held the teacup, with a smile on his fair and delicate face.

"And you don't have to go to the imperial study to be punished, Jiang'er is quite happy."

"This……"

After the noble concubine and Minghu heard this, their expressions changed slightly.They never expected that Zhuang Jiang would answer like this.

"Jiang'er, my aunt locked you up for a few days, and I felt very guilty. I blamed my aunt for being too excited that day..."

"Aunt, Jiang'er accused you that day. As an elder, you did nothing wrong."

Zhuang Jiang interrupted the imperial concubine calmly, she didn't want to hear these polite words.

In fact, she was very unhappy today.Because of Mo Linyuan's injury, she originally wanted to stay outside the palace for at least one more day.

But the imperial concubine's sudden attack forced her to come back and temporarily entrust Long Yue with taking care of Mo Linyuan.

Everyone has a temper and things that cannot be offended, even for her who doesn't care.

And her interruption really made the imperial concubine look embarrassed, and her smile gradually subsided, but the imperial concubine tried her best to maintain her dignity and gentleness.

"Auntie, if you have anything to say, you can just say it directly. Jiang Er thinks that there is no need to be courteous between you and my aunt and nephew."

Finally, Zhuang Jiang took the initiative to bring up the topic.

The noble concubine looked at Zhuang Jiang, her beautiful eyes rippled.My niece is getting more and more difficult to deal with.

If you want to win the right, you have to give it a go.

"Jiang'er, you have been in the palace for several days, it is inevitable that something needs to be dealt with in the palace."

Looking at the gentleness in the imperial concubine's smile, Zhuang Jiang's eyes flashed a trace of vigilance.

At present, the imperial concubine seems gentle and harmless, but because she is too calm, it makes people suspicious.

Ever since, Zhuang Jiang immediately smiled and said:

"Grandpa Qiu and Steward Yang will take care of the affairs of the mansion. I never ask about them. That's why Auntie is worrying too much."

"I see."

The imperial concubine remained calm, but turned and said:

"You girl, you really have a big heart. You have to take care of all the complicated things in the palace. How can you leave it all to Uncle Qiu and Steward Yang?"

Gently holding Zhuang Jiang's hand, the imperial concubine brushed the hair beside her ear affectionately, and there was a knowing smile between her brows.

"Jiang'er, Auntie knows that although you are in the palace, you are thinking of His Highness the Ninth Prince. Is that right?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Jiang's fair and delicate face suddenly flushed with a blush, like peach blossoms in March, blooming on the branches.

Seeing Zhuang Jiang's slightly red face, the imperial concubine knew that although the girl did not answer, she had already expressed it with actions.

"Since that's the case, then Auntie will decide today and let you leave the palace and go back to the mansion. In this way, you can also go to the mansion of His Highness the Ninth Prince in person."

What the imperial concubine said was logical, and her tone was as gentle as the wind, making people unable to resist accepting it.

But Zhuang Jiang knew that sometimes what fell from the sky was not stuffing pies, but shining knives.

(End of this chapter)