The night was dark and as cold as water. Jiang Xinyue was lying on the bed, but she was not sleepy at all. At this time, Prince Jing was having a bridal chamber with Ning Jing. This was the first time she had experienced the feeling of having a bridal chamber with her sweetheart and another woman.
She felt that she was a woman whom she didn't like at all, and it was like a lump in her throat, making it difficult to swallow.
Although her father forbids it and is not allowed to call the little princess Ning Jing Wan in public, in her and Zhi Lan's hearts, that wild girl can only be Ning Jing Wan and is not worthy of the noble surname Jiang.
"Sister, sister!" A suppressed and excited voice came from outside the door.
Jiang Xinyue knew it was Zhilan who was here, and said helplessly: "What's wrong? Zhilan, why are you still up so late?"
Jiang Zhilan's voice was filled with strange excitement, "I know sister can't sleep. Sister, open the door quickly. I have something important to tell you!"
Ever since Jiang Xinyue knew that it was Ning Jingwan who was going to marry Prince Jing instead of herself, her mother was helpless. She was no longer interested in anything, and her life seemed to have lost its color. Everything she saw was gray. For Jiang Zhilan
He turned a blind eye to his excitement and closed his eyes slumpedly, saying: "I'm going to sleep!"
Jiang Xinyue's indifference did not seem to dampen Jiang Zhilan's interest, "I must tell my sister about this matter, it is related to Prince Jing!"
Prince Jing? Jiang Xinyue opened her eyes impatiently, and her thoughts calmed down. It was so late, and Zhilan came to find him, and she was still so excited. Zhilan also knew that she admired Prince Jing, so that must be good news!
Jiang Xinyue immediately got out of bed. She didn't even have time to put on her embroidered shoes. She took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed to the door, and opened the door suddenly. Jiang Zhilan was lying on the door and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Jiang Xinyue
As soon as he held him up, he didn't even have time to ask Jiang Zhilan if he had fallen, so he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with Prince Jing?"
Jiang Zhilan smiled mysteriously, leaned into her sister's ear, and said a few words.
Jiang Xinyue opened her beautiful eyes wide and couldn't believe it, "Really? How did you know?"
Jiang Zhilan was still excited and nodded, "Of course it's true. Sister, do you still remember the maid Caiyi who was by my side?"
Jiang Xinyue thought for a while, "I remembered that Wen Wen Jingjing seemed to have been transferred to Jing Jing Wan by my mother later?"
Jiang Zhilan nodded proudly, "Yes, Caiyi later became Ningjing Wan's dowry maid. Caiyi secretly sent someone to tell me this. Prince Jing left the house directly without even entering the bridal chamber!"
Jiang Xinyue's godless eyes brightened a little, "So Prince Jing is not satisfied with this marriage?"
Jiang Zhilan comforted and said: "My good sister, don't worry. Even the young masters from ordinary families would look down on Ning Jing Wan. Prince Jing doesn't want to stain his own eyes. Otherwise, how can he be there on the wedding night?"
Just abandon the bride?"
Jiang Xinyue could not feel relieved and could not return to her bed, "It's not like Prince Jing will not return to his house. If he goes out, he will always come back. Besides, she is Princess Jing appointed by the emperor. No one can change this."
It won’t work!"
Jiang Zhilan disagreed and advised: "Sister, what's the use of a false name? What's important is to be favored by Prince Jing! She, Ning Jingwan, is indeed Princess Jing, but Prince Jing hasn't even looked at her!"
Jiang Xinyue was silent, and the slender jade fingers on her hands were so tight that they turned white, showing the loss in her heart.