The pregnant woman pressed down on the wife, and the cousin collapsed into the prince's arms.

However, this is for the best, because it makes it easier for her to manipulate Pei Jingnian.

"Shuang'er...Shuang'er is willing."

_

Having received Shen Yunshuang's consent, Wang felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders and focused all her energy on making arrangements for Pei Jingnian and Shen Yunshuang.

Shen Yunshuang is her own niece, so it's definitely not enough for her to just be a concubine. According to her wishes, she must be a secondary consort, so as not to wrong her Shuang'er.

However, to take a concubine, one needs to petition the Ministry of Rites and prepare the ceremony; there is still a lot to do.

For a moment, Wang was filled with a thousand thoughts, but she didn't think much about Su Wanrou's thoughts as the legal wife.

After all, according to the etiquette and laws of our dynasty, if the principal wife has not given birth for two years, she may take in two concubines.

Su Wanrou has been married for three years, so it's only natural for her to take a concubine.

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Ningxiang Pavilion

Shen Yunshuang sat quietly in front of the dressing table, her eyebrows slightly lowered, her jade fingers holding a small silver spoon, slowly and methodically mixing perfume powder. Life in the manor was monotonous, and needlework was tiring, so she might as well mix some little things to pass the time.

The dressing table was covered with plain-colored brocade cloth and displayed pearl powder, butterfly powder, jasmine stamens, rose paste, as well as many other fragrances such as glaze and agarwood.

As Shen Yunshuang stirred slowly, a faint fragrance spread and gradually filled the room.

At this moment, Xuezhi came in carrying a red lacquered food box and said, "Miss, the hibiscus cake and almond milk are ready, but where is the deceased master now?"

Shen Yunshuang raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Is it certain that the Crown Princess goes to Heying Pavilion every day at the beginning of Shenshi (3-5 PM)?"

Xuezhi and Lürui exchanged a glance, both wondering what their young lady was up to. It would be late afternoon in half an hour; did she deliberately choose to go when the Crown Prince's wife was going? What good would it do if they ran into each other?

However, a maid naturally cannot interfere in her master's affairs, so Xuezhi nodded.

Shen Yunshuang remained silent. She finished making the face powder, used her jade hairpin to lightly apply a little to her fingertips, making them snow-white and lustrous. Satisfied, she took Xuezhi and Lvrui to Heyingxuan.

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Crane Shadow Pavilion

Just as Mo Yu finished serving Pei Jingnian his medicine and was pushing the empty bowl out the door, she looked up and saw a slender figure in the distance.

He was shocked and almost dropped the medicine bowl.

This is Heyingxuan, the residence of the young master. Although he knew about the young master's feelings for Miss Biao, how could Miss Biao, a young lady from a respectable family, come here so openly?

But she did come!

Shen Yunshuang walked up to him, a gentle smile on her lips: "Brother Moyu, please inform him that my cousin is not feeling well and I would like to visit him."

Shen Yunshuang's natural and open demeanor surprised Mo Yu, who felt that her previous worries seemed unnecessary. After all, the two were cousins, and it didn't seem unreasonable for a cousin to visit her cousin.

Besides, the young master would be overjoyed to know, and his illness might even get better in no time.

Mo Yu bowed and agreed, then turned and went back to the inner courtyard.

Pei Jingnian was leaning against the headboard reading a book. He still looked sickly, his lips were slightly pale, and his cheeks were much thinner, with a faint sense of weariness. However, his eyebrows and eyes were still clear and bright, and his handsome features were even more striking.

Seeing Mo Yu return, he frowned and asked, "What is it?"

Mo Yu's tone became inexplicably hurried as she said, "Young Master, Miss Biao is outside requesting an audience."

"Who?" Pei Jingnian's breathing seemed to become a little erratic.

"Miss Cousin."