She became rich after being dressed as a group pet

Chapter 709
Seeing that Jiang Zhimian refused so simply, Princess Ning thought she didn't hear clearly.

So I repeated it again, "Actually, we can get married at a later date. It is only said that the general's mansion has not been finished yet, and everyone will not suspect anything."

Jiang Zhimian still shook his head, "No, it's just right to get married the day after tomorrow. If I postpone the wedding now, it will only make Murong Yan feel that I'm afraid. It's better to be brave enough to get married so that he will be afraid of me."

"Will it work?" Princess Ning was a little worried.

Jiang Zhimian nodded, with a firm expression on his face, "Whether it works or not, we have to try it."

"Then... alright." Princess Ning had no choice but to compromise.

After counting all the betrothal gifts, I left feeling uneasy.

And Jiang Zhimian went inside to see Mrs. Jiang.

It just so happened that Mrs. Jiang woke up after a while, still confused, "Mianmian, why did I sleep in your room?"

"Grandma, you said that I'm getting married soon and you don't want to part with me, so you should spend more time with me, have you forgotten?" Jiang Zhimian lied without blushing.

Mrs. Jiang thought about it carefully, "I don't really remember, ouch, what's wrong with my memory?"

"Grandma must have been too concerned about my marriage recently, so she was so busy that she started to forget, have some walnut porridge at night, and I'll make it for you." Jiang Zhimian hugged the old lady Jiang.

"No, no, no," Mrs. Jiang quickly waved her hand, "You have a good rest, and when you are a beautiful bride, grandma will boil it by herself, and I will cook a bowl for you too."

After finishing speaking, he quickly put on his shoes and went out with small steps.

When I went out, I was still humming a song.

Obviously the hypnosis was successful, and all those bad memories were hidden.

So fine.

Why do old people remember so many sad things?
Thinking about it, Jiang Zhimian sat back in front of the dressing table and took out the crystal bottle containing the perfume from the jewelry box.

This is Murong Yan's secret fragrance, and what is hidden is Murong Yan's unknown story.

Murong Yan, what kind of person is he?

Jiang Zhimian gradually became curious about him.

……

Another day.

Jiang Zhimian hypnotized all the people in the palace who knew about it, and asked them to hide this memory.

You can happily attend her wedding.

But among these people, there are also people who cannot be hypnotized.

Like Princess Ning, like Chi Mohan.

In the evening, Jiang Zhimian went to Chi Mohan's yard to meet him.

Chi Mohan was staring at the flaming red wedding dress on the table in a daze. He was always alert, but he didn't notice Jiang Zhimian who was approaching.

It was Jiang Zhimian who reached out and patted him on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

He held Jiang Zhimian's hand naturally, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"Are you worried about tomorrow's marriage?" Jiang Zhimian asked.

Chi Mohan shook his head, "No, don't worry."

"Lying, if you're not worried, why do you have such an expression." Jiang Zhimian pouted, ruthlessly exposing his lie.

"I was just thinking, if Murong Yan shows up tomorrow, how can I deal with him more quickly and secretly." Chi Mohan replied honestly.

Jiang Zhimian: "..."

Well, just pretend she didn't say anything.

After a moment of silence, he asked again, "If killing Murong Yan puts my uncle and the others in danger, what would you do?"

"Save his life and kill him after he breaks the hypnosis." Chi Mohan replied without thinking.

"Why are you so irritable all of a sudden, ready to kill someone?" Jiang Zhimian was a little surprised.

Chi Mohan grabbed her hand suddenly, pressed his thin lips tightly, and replied, "I will not keep anyone who covets you."

"So overbearing." Jiang Zhimian complained, but his heart was warm.

It's not a bad thing to be so resolute once in a while.

After all, to them, Murong Yan was not someone who could stay.

"Think about something happy, I'm going to marry you tomorrow, think about this." Jiang Zhimian said.

Chi Mohan nodded, "I thought about it the day I confessed to you."

Jiang Zhimian:? ? ?

"How did you know that I would marry you at that time? Did you think too much?" Jiang Zhimian asked.

Chi Mohan was very confident, "If it wasn't you, then there would be no one else."

Therefore, after thinking about her marriage with Jiang Zhimian, she never had any thoughts about others.

From the beginning to the end, it was Jiang Zhimian.

Jiang Zhimian was suddenly at a loss for words.

Why does it feel like Chi Mohan is so flirtatious today?

If I go on, I'm really worried that I'll throw him down tonight.

Quickly stopped, "Okay, I've come to see you anyway, so see you tomorrow."

After saying this, Jiang Zhimian immediately turned around to leave.

After walking two steps, Chi Mohan stopped him again.

"What?" Jiang Zhimian asked.

Standing not far away, Chi Mohan had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his handsome face was full of seriousness, "As long as I'm still here, I will definitely protect you."

"Understood." Jiang Zhimian nodded, snickered, and left quickly.

Only Chi Mohan was left standing there, as if deep in thought, without moving for a long while.

"General Mo, freshly brewed Pu'er." A servant came over to offer tea.

Chi Mohan reached out to take the cup of Pu'er.

Open the lid of the cup, and the white mist with the aroma of tea spread out, blurring the appearance of the servant in front of him.

He took a sip, the taste was smooth, bitter in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste.

It is good tea.

"There is no Pu'er in my yard, who sent this?" Chi Mohan asked.

The servant smiled slightly, "It was sent in from outside. It is said to be a wedding gift for General Mo. The name is Murong Yan."

……

On the day of marriage.

Jiang Zhimian was pulled up early in the morning to comb her hair and put on makeup, her eyes were so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes at all.

Just when she was feeling down, Fu Xiner suddenly stuffed something into her mouth.

Instinctively, Jiang Zhimian chewed it twice, and instantly became sober.

Unable to wake up, she even jumped up from the chair, quickly spit out the things in her mouth, her pretty face wrinkled into a ball.

"Wow, what did you feed me in the morning, it's so sour!"

"Preserved apricots, my mother gave them to me. She said they are best for waking up. Look, are you in high spirits now?" Fu Xiner replied seriously.

People are full of energy, their teeth are sour, and their mouths are still drooling.

"It's just right, you can't eat anything today, and you can't eat until evening. If your teeth are sore, you just don't have to eat." Fu Xiner didn't forget to make up for the knife.

Just as Jiang Zhimian was about to roll his eyes at her and opened his mouth, Mrs. Jiang stuffed a mouthful of abalone porridge.

"Eat quickly, just swallow the porridge. How can we be hungry for a day? An hour of hunger, a cup of tea, grandma will be so distressed!" Old Mrs. Jiang said with tears in her eyes while holding a bowl.

(End of this chapter)