After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 590 Implicit

Su Jin, Princess Fu Yun, and Zhou Jingyi headed to the Imperial Garden.

As soon as they entered the Imperial Garden, Su Jin felt that something was amiss.

Many people’s gazes turned towards her.

Murmuring and whispering filled the air.

Su Jin was a bit confused.

Had she done something conspicuous recently?

Soon, Su Jin realized why everyone was staring at her.

As she stepped down the stairs, Young Master Su came running like the wind, "Sis! Sis! There’s urgent news!"

Su Jin turned around with a black line across her face.

Young Master Su ran up to her, panting heavily.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince lagged far behind.

In terms of stamina, they couldn’t match Young Master Su, who was used to scampering about.

However, after hanging around with Young Master Su for some time, their stamina was far better than before.

Su Jin looked puzzled, "What urgent news?"

"The, the Princess Beimo has taken a liking to brother-in-law," Young Master Su said, panting. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"....."

Su Jin’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

So Xie Jingchen, who was ordered to greet the Beimo Cheng King, was fancied by the Princess Beimo just like that?

Wasn’t this a bit too fast?

Recalling how Xie Jingchen was ’snatched’ by "Su Jin" while riding past the street on horseback,

Su Jin silently took back her previous thought.

Young Master Su looked anxious, "Prince NanAn said, the Princess Beimo came on strongly, you better keep a close watch on brother-in-law."

Su Jin analyzed how credible Prince NanAn’s words were.

After all, Prince NanAn was also someone who enjoyed stirring up chaos.

The Princess Beimo looked at Xie Jingchen once.

He could make it sound like a flirtatious glance.

Seeing that Su Jin was silent, Young Master Su asked, "Sis, did you hear me?"

"Are you sure Prince NanAn wasn’t exaggerating?" Su Jin asked.

"Not exaggerating," Young Master Su nodded repeatedly.

"Prince NanAn was afraid you’d get angry and take a whip to the Princess Beimo, so he said it very subtly, and even asked me to watch over you, not to let you beat the Princess Beimo to death."

Su Jin, "....."

Xingxing was already fuming, "Did that Princess Beimo eat a bear’s heart and leopard’s gall, daring to snatch our young master?"

"When you meet the Princess Beimo, Miss, you must teach her a lesson!"

"If not beat to death, at least half dead."

Xingxing wore a fierce expression.

In Miss’s territory, how could there be a place for the Princess Beimo to act arrogantly?

Her father was still a prisoner!

Princess Fu Yun and Zhou Jingyi stood aside, feeling all out of place.

Because the attention from everyone inevitably fell on them.

The Princess Consort Zhenbei had snatched the heir of Prince Zhenbei and married him to ward off bad luck.

She could snatch.

So naturally, the Princess Beimo could too.

If she couldn’t snag him from the Princess Beimo, there would be a spectacle to see.

A lot of people were eagerly awaiting Su Jin’s failure.

Princess Fu Yun was so nervous for Su Jin that her palms were sweating.

Young Master Su looked around, and Xingxing asked, "Young Master, what are you looking for?"

"Looking for my future sister-in-law," Young Master Su said.

"I’ve never even met her."

Princess Fu Yun blushed.

Zhou Jingyi stifled her laughter, her cheeks almost cramping from holding back.

Young Master Su had truly never seen his future sister-in-law, Princess Fu Yun.

So much so that he didn’t even realize she was standing right next to him.

Maid Shanhu, seeing her lady’s peach-blushed face, covered her mouth and laughed, "My lady is right here."

Young Master Su looked towards Princess Fu Yun.

His eyes sparkled brightly.

Princess Fu Yun blushed even deeper.

Her face, which was as pretty as a peach blossom, now turned as red as a mountain azalea.

Big Sis has such thin skin.

In his whole life, he hadn’t turned red even once.

Young Master Su respectfully greeted his future sister-in-law, then said in a small voice, "The shoes you made didn’t go to waste."

Princess Fu Yun, recalling how her brother had described the shoes, wanted to crawl into a hole.

"My mom had the embroideress stitch them up, they’re very sturdy."

"My brother is wearing the shoes you made for him today," Young Master Su said.

Su Jin tapped Young Master Su’s head lightly and said, "You guys go play now."

"Then we’ll go play first," Young Master Su waved and said.

The palace was the Ninth Prince’s home since childhood.

But it seemed more like Young Master Su’s home.

Su Jin and Princess Fu Yun continued to walk forward, laughing and talking.

Shortly after they left, Su Chong came over.

Accompanying him were the two young masters from the Jibei Marquis Mansion.

Second Young Master Shen looked at Su Chong and said, "Big brother, why does it seem like you’re walking strangely today, is it uncomfortable?"

"The shoes are a bit small," Su Chong’s mouth twitched.

"A bit tight on the feet."

Second Young Master Shen, "....."

Third Young Master Shen, "....."

Su Chong felt like catching and giving his brother a good beating.

In the letter he sent to Princess Fu Yun, he enclosed his shoe size.

To ensure that Princess Fu Yun wouldn’t dare make smaller shoes, he sneakily reduced the size just a tiny bit.

Even if Princess Fu Yun made shoes according to the size, they would still be small.

They could be put on, but wearing them for long made his feet hurt.

Whoever said shoes stretch with time?

Why did he feel like they were getting tighter instead?

Su Jin didn’t have many friends, plus the issue with the Princess Consort and Princess Nanzhang, made the other noble ladies more reluctant to associate with her.

Hmm.

They didn’t dare to associate with Su Jin, yet they were gossiping in the Beauty Pavilion.

The lingerie sold at the Beauty Pavilion was particularly favored by them.

Su Jin stood in front of a pot of camellia flowers, watching a butterfly flit among the blossoms.

From a distance, a commotion suddenly arose.

Su Jin turned around and heard someone say, "The Princess Beimo is here."

At the entrance of the Imperial Garden, the Princess Beimo entered.

Dressed in a style vastly different from Daqi’s noble ladies, even her demeanor was distinct.

Daqi’s daughters were gentle and graceful, while the Princess Beimo was heroic and valiant, her brow exuding spirited energy.

In a distant pavilion.

The Empress and Consort Li were chatting leisurely with the concubines.

A palace maid led the Princess Beimo to greet the Empress.

The Princess Beimo arriving so early, instead of debuting at the banquet, was somewhat unexpected.

Watching the Princess Beimo walk by, a noble lady whispered, "I wonder if the Princess Beimo and the Princess Consort Zhenbei will end up fighting later?"

"Most likely," another young lady said.

"I wonder who will win?"

"The Princess Beimo looks quite formidable, but the Princess Consort Zhenbei has never lost."

"It’s really something to look forward to."

Su Jin thought her hearing was too good.

Why did she have to hear such vexing words?

She had no grudges or feuds with these people, was it necessary for them to be so eager for her to fight?

Even hoping she’d win would be fine, but they all seemed to wish for her to lose.

Her heart felt so heavy.

Xingxing’s eyes were fixed on the long whip at the waist of the Princess Beimo.

Her little face was full of melancholy.

Miss could no longer use martial arts.

The odds against the Princess Beimo aren’t good.

If they lose, how embarrassing would that be!

Xingxing glanced up the trees on both sides, Su Jin asked, "What are you looking at?"

"No wasp nests left," Xingxing said.

"Perhaps I should ask Eunuch Fu to get a wasp nest."

"If the Princess Beimo really wants to fight Miss, we can throw the wasp nest at her."

Su Jin had a black line across her face.

"One wasp nest isn’t enough, get a few more," Su Jin said.

"Alright, then I’ll go," Xingxing said.

"....."

Watching Xingxing ready to leave earnestly, Su Jin hurriedly grabbed her.

She was joking, after all.

Was this maid planning to turn the welcome banquet into a wasp banquet?