In the early morning of the next day, Yang E rubbed her sleepy eyes, but found that her second sister who was originally sleeping next to her was not there, but instead sat at the table and leaned against her new son-in-law's arms and fell asleep.

Yang E quickly tidied up her clothes. She was originally a bystander of the marriage, and even if she was a dowry, she would take care of the newlyweds' daily life like a maid. She herself did not expect that she could sleep on the bed all night, but the newlyweds sat all night.

"Are you up?"

Yang E got up and was about to pack up the bed, but when Han Jian suddenly said something, Yang E seemed to be exclaiming.

"Ah...Son-in-law, you...Second Miss..."

Yang E was a little incoherent, and Yang Xione also woke up at this time. Yang Xione looked up first, looked at Han Jian very warmly, then looked at her sister standing in front of the bed, and smiled slightly.

"Fourth sister, what happened last night..."

Yang E immediately said, "Don't worry, Miss Second, I won't talk casually."

Yang Ronger smiled and said, "It's okay. You'll go back earlier and your mother agreed. Maybe in the past few days, you will go to Jiangdu with us and never come back."

"Oh." Yang E responded, feeling a little disappointed. After all, she was just a dowry and would leave her hometown in the future. After all, yesterday was her wedding night, but her new son-in-law didn't even look at her directly.

As he was speaking, a knock on the door came from the gate of the courtyard, and an old woman's voice sounded outside. Han Jian knew that even if there was an urgent matter at this time, the King of Southern would not bother him. After all, it was the day of the wedding. Others did not know that Han Jian and Yang Ronger were still treated with courtesy on the day of the wedding.

"Xin'er, let's go out." Han Jian said. "It's time to go to visit Lingzun Lingtang."

"Yeah." Yang Xing'er got up. Although the two treated each other with courtesy last night, at this time, Yang Xing'er felt a bit like a wife and personally tidied up Han Jian's clothes. Han Jian did not refuse. He also admired Yang Xing'er so gentle and as if he was a little sweet wife, so he naturally would not disturb Yang Xing'er to sort out for himself.

The two of them were sleeping in a garment last night, but Yang Ronger just tidied up a little and wanted to go out with Han Jian.

But Yang E said, "Miss. No, this is not OK."

"What?" Yang Rong'er said in confusion.

Yang E pointed to Yang Ronger's phoenix crown and robe, and said, "Miss II has not yet combed her hair."

Yang Ronger then remembered that she is now a wife, and many things are different from when she was not married to Yun Ying. However, it would be very troublesome to have to comb her hair bun now. The old woman outside knocked on the door very tightly.

Han Jian said: "There is not so much politeness. It's also great."

As he said that, Han Jian sorted out Yang Xuan'er's hair, took off his phoenix crown, and tied his hair slightly. He picked up the hairpin on the table and put it on Yang Xuan'er.

Han Jian's actions not only surprised Yang E, but even Yang XING'er couldn't stand it. Yang XING'er naturally knew that even a couple from a small family would not be able to tie her hair and get her hair hairpin for her wife. This is a manifestation of the male honor society. Han Jian had no concerns about these things. Han Jian just wanted to solve the problem of the bun earlier and go out to see people. In addition to wanting to see Yang XING'er's family, Han Jian also wanted to take Yang XING'er out of the city to meet her two concubines, so that the two concubines knew that she was married.

When Han Jian put her hair into Yang Xing'er, she went out to open the door together. Yang Xing'er was no longer the cold and stiff lady of the Yang family, but instead followed Han Jian, nodding and walking shyly like a little wife.

Han Jian did not notice Yang Ronger's changes, so he opened the door at the courtyard. The old woman came in to please her. Han Jian knew that the old woman came to urge her to get up early to meet the guests, not to say some flattery.

"I'll take you to see my mother." Yang Ronger suddenly said something when she left the door.

"Yeah." Han Jian took Yang Rong'er's hand and nodded with a smile.

Yang XING'er was embarrassed and happy on her face, and she didn't break away from her hand. Only then did Han Jian notice Yang XING'er's changes. Could it be that Yang XING'er was about to pretend that she was very happy in front of her mother, and she had already started the preview? Thinking of Yang XING'er's coldness to him yesterday, Han Jian would not believe that the little wife on Yang XING'er's face was true at this time, and Han Jian also began to lose confidence in herself at this time.

Yang Ronger and Han Jian walked through the aisles and corridors in the Nanwang Mansion, and arrived at the back house of the Nanwang Mansion, which was also a place full of temples. Although the Nanwang Mansion was not an imperial palace, it was also a royal mansion. In terms of decoration, only Yang Ronger's courtyard was very simple, and the rest of the places also showed the grand and luxurious nature of the royal mansion.

When she arrived at an arch, Yang Ronger said, "Mother is inside."

"Yeah." Han Jian nodded and followed Yang Ronger into the yard. There was a large flower bed in front of him.

After the flower garden, there were several palace-like houses. Han Jian walked over and saw a few maids talking. When Yang Ronger and Han Jian came over, the maids looked calm and saluted respectfully.

"Can the princess be inside?" Yang Ronger asked.

"At this." The maid replied respectfully.

"Well, you guys retreat first, I'll go in and see the princess." Yang Ronger said.

The maid hurriedly retreated aside. Yang Ronger was like a little girl, holding Han Jian's hand, but she walked in front of her first. When she got to the palace, she realized that it was not a bedroom or living room, but a building that looked like a Buddhist temple.

In the Wei Dynasty, Buddhas were always forbidden, so there were basically no Buddhist temples everywhere in the Wei Dynasty. Han Jian did not expect that there was such a Buddhist temple in the Nanwang Mansion.

When entering this Buddhist temple, Han Jian looked at the layout around him, incense and Buddha statues were everywhere, but the popularity that ordinary Buddhist temples should have was lacking. When entering, Han Jian didn't see anyone, nor did Yang Ronger's mother.

"Mom." Yang Rong'er shouted.

The palace was very big, and Yang Ronger could even hear echoes when she shouted. A woman in her fifties, wearing a Buddha's clothes and a calm face, walked out with a wooden fish. When she saw Han Jian and Yang Ronger, she smiled slightly, and then nodded and came forward.

"Cistan." The woman said.

Han Jian looked at the age of the woman and felt that it was inconsistent with the age of Yang Xier's mother. Yang Xier was eighteen at this time, and Yang Xier's elder brother was only twenty years old. According to the age of women born these days, from fourteen or five to twenty years old, Yang Xier's mother was only forty at most. Why did she seem to be fifty years old, and even older?

However, even though she looked older, the mother-in-law still maintained a woman's elegant figure, and her face was quite similar to Yang Xun'er. Han Jian could feel that Yang Xun'er's mother must have been a graceful and beautiful woman when she was young.

Yang Ronger pulled Han Jian forward and said, "Mom, my daughter is here to bring her husband."

Han Jian was pulled forward like this, but he didn't know what he should call his mother-in-law these days, so he had to bow with Yang Xing'er. Han Jian bowed and said, "I've seen my mother."

Perhaps he thought Han Jian was very polite. The woman in front of him smiled, but Shen Ying was a little worried. He sighed softly and said, "The King of the East does not need to be too polite, the little woman cannot bear it."

As the princess of the Southern King, Han Jian did not expect that the woman in front of him was so low-key. She was fine in the Buddhist temple, but she did not have the airs of a princess, and her care for Yang Ronger was beyond words.

"Xin'er, does your elder brother have any news?" the woman asked suddenly.

"Mom, don't worry, brother won't have anything to do. The father has sent someone to rescue him, and there will be news soon." Yang Ronger comforted.

The woman sighed lightly, probably knowing that her daughter was comforting herself and not revealing it.

Yang Xyn'er seemed to be the little wife of her parents' family, holding the woman's hand and talking nonstop. For the first time, Han Jian felt that Yang Xyn'er was so much. Yang Xyn'er had always been serious before. Han Jian guessed that Yang Xyn'er would only let go of her guard in front of her mother and say so many things, and the woman was willing to listen.

"Mom, we are going to see our father, so we can't accompany you for too long." Yang Ronger talked to the woman for a long time and stood up and said.

"Yes." The woman nodded and said, "I've seen your father earlier."

Yang Ronger held her mother's hand and seemed a little reluctant. She also knew that since she married Han Jian, she would go to Jiangdu in the future, and it would be difficult to return to Yuzhou in the future. She would meet her mother every time and once or twice. Even if it was a wedding or a white incident in the future, she might not be able to come back as a cooperative relationship between the Southern Palace and the Eastern Palace.

Yang Ronger looked at her mother's face and suddenly couldn't help but shed tears. The woman helped her daughter wipe her tears and said with a smile: "I'm married, and I'm still so childish. It's not good to be seen by your husband."

Yang Ronger looked back at Han Jian, and suddenly showed the cunning look of her little daughter's house, and raised her eyebrows and said, "He doesn't know how to do it."

The woman smiled and greeted Han Jian again. Han Jian quickly returned the greeting. Yang Ronger held Han Jian's hand, as if she was very happy to go out, but when she arrived outside, Yang Ronger was sobbing and tears kept on her face.

"Xin'er, are you okay?" Han Jian asked with concern.

"It's okay." Yang Rong'er calmed down for a moment, and said, "I feel sad when I think I can't come back to serve my mother in the future. My mother is also worried about my elder brother's affairs, and I hope my elder brother can escape as soon as possible."

"Yes." Han Jian didn't know what to say, so he had to comfort him casually.

The two left the garden and wanted to go to Wenshang Pavilion to meet Yang Luochuan. On the way, Yang Ronger's expression improved a lot, probably adapting to her identity as Han Jian's wife.

"Xin'er, your mother...Gui Geng this year?" Han Jianjiang asked questions all the time.

"What are you asking about this?" Yang Rong'er asked Han Jian with a blank look.

"When I didn't say it." Han Jian smiled awkwardly.

Yang Ronger smiled and said, "My mother is already fifty-nine."

"Fifty-nine?" Han Jianxin said no wonder that Yang Ronger's mother seemed very old. It was not easy for a 59-year-old woman to maintain such a look. Han Jian calculated again, wasn't that saying that she gave birth to Yang Ronger at the age of 41?

These days, forty-one-year-old mothers are quite rare. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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