After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 657: Delight

Prince NanAn stroked his chin, feeling he might have gained a bit of weight.

He already had a quite hearty appetite.

While staying at the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, his appetite increased with daily training.

Once his stomach got used to that amount of food, he’d feel hungry if not full.

Staying at the Prince NanAn Mansion with little exercise, but eating more, how could he not gain weight?

Especially since that night when Chu Shun and the others brought him food, Prince NanAn was fully satiated and didn’t eat what the Princess Consort had the maid send.

The Princess Consort misunderstood and thought Prince NanAn was going on a hunger strike.

The next morning, she had the maid prepare his favorite dishes.

Unable to resist, Prince NanAn had a feast.

Initially, breaking the Heir of Duke Chong’s leg wasn’t his fault.

He wasn’t the one looking for a fight.

He didn’t even want to wear those copper boots.

They forced him to wear the copper boots first, so neither Prince nor Princess Consort NanAn could force him to admit wrongdoing.

So, naturally, any punishment for Prince NanAn couldn’t be too severe.

If not for the Princess Consort holding him back, Prince NanAn would have been out wandering long before, without gaining any weight.

The four of them stepped into the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Then, a shadow was cast over Prince NanAn’s mood.

Someone, oblivious to the situation, shouted, "Here comes the Daqi Dynasty’s most doting husband!"

Hearing this, Prince NanAn certainly would not assume the title for himself.

He assigned it to Xie Jingchen.

Thinking Xie Jingchen was there to drink with them too.

He looked behind him, but everyone’s eyes were fixed on him.

Prince NanAn, "..."

Prince NanAn’s face turned green.

Who’s the one doting on their wife?

Who’s pampering their wife?!

If someone says it again, he’ll make them regret it.

Unfortunately, denial was futile.

If he wasn’t pampering his wife, how did those copper boots made by his fiancée end up on his feet?

Wearing them at home was one thing, but he even wore them out on the streets.

Even the Heir of Prince Zhenbei and his wife didn’t show off much, though they did, but that was only after marriage.

Prince NanAn hasn’t even married his wife yet, and he managed to show off so much that he broke the Heir of Duke Chong’s leg. Quite impressive.

Prince NanAn was fuming, ready to hit someone.

But Chu Shun and the others each took one of his arms and carried him upstairs.

Unfortunately, they ran into others on the way up. The leg of Heir of Duke Chong was broken, needing rest, but the others like the Heir of Wu’an Bo were fine.

Chu Shun looked at them, smiling broadly, "Care for a drink upstairs, Heir of Wu’an Bo?"

The Heir of Wu’an Bo was taken aback.

Never thought Chu Shun would extend an olive branch to them.

Were they trying to woo them since the Heir of Duke Chong wasn’t around?

Just as he thought of this, Chu Shun said, "Had you not persistently intervened that day, we would have taken Prince NanAn away, and the Heir of Duke Chong wouldn’t have kicked Prince NanAn and broken his own leg."

Chu Shun’s voice was loud.

The Heir of Wu’an Bo’s face subtly turned blue.

The Heir of Duke Chong had a broken leg, which would take two months to heal, but his mood was foul.

If this made its way to the Heir of Duke Chong’s ears, how could they find favor?

The Heir of Wu’an Bo looked at Chu Shun, saying, "Who could stop you? We just knew Prince NanAn was wearing copper boots, so he wouldn’t suffer any losses."

Chu Shun, with a fiery temper, rolled up his sleeves, ready to throw punches.

Prince NanAn, resting his hands on his two brothers’ shoulders, gazed at the Heir of Wu’an Bo, "Do you want to roll yourself out, or should I send you rolling?"

He feared no one now.

Even after breaking a leg of the Heir of Duke Chong, should he be scared of his lackeys?

Though Prince NanAn’s group also moved in packs, they were equals, unlike the Heir of Wu’an Bo’s group, who were bound to the Heir of Duke Chong.

With a cold look from Prince NanAn, the Heir of Wu’an Bo dared not speak further, making way.

With the help of Chu Shun and the Heir of Marquis Beining, Prince NanAn was escorted upstairs.

Prince Zhenbei Mansion.

In front of the gate, a table was set up beside the stone lion on the right.

Manager Li sat there questioning, with a long line beside him.

The carriage stopped, and Su Jin climbed out, witnessing the scene.

She stepped up the stairs and asked a servant, "What’s going on here?"

The servant quickly responded, "The notice has been up for days with no one coming, so the Prince increased the bounty from a thousand taels of gold to two thousand. These people are here to provide information."

Su Jin, "..."

Xingxing, "..."

"So many people?" Xingxing was surprised.

"They’re all trying to fish in troubled waters," said the servant.

"Manager Li has been questioning them for half a day, not a single useful bit of information."

Two thousand taels of gold amounts to twenty thousand taels of silver.

Queueing up and making stuff up on the off-chance they strike it rich could lead to a life of luxury.

With such a high reward, many came to try their luck.

Although it’s been just two days since the month’s term started, they couldn’t be careless.

Su Jin glanced back.

The line was long, orderly.

But as Su Jin looked over, an elderly man, hair streaked with gray, looked over.

Accidentally meeting Su Jin’s eyes, the old man quickly bowed his head and turned away.

Su Jin didn’t think much of it and stepped into the mansion.

Xie Jinyu hadn’t returned; after leaving the palace, he went to the Duke Chong’s Mansion, so the maids and servants at the mansion weren’t aware of the donation matter at the palace.

When Su Jin left in the morning, she was wearing a golden hairpin, but now she returned with a bare bun and dressed in a princess outfit, inevitably sparking curiosity.

After Su Jin left, they whispered among themselves, "Is the Heir’s wife now a Princess?"

It’s well-known that Marquis Dongxiang has been wanting the Emperor to name his daughter a Princess.

The Emperor’s favor towards Su Jin is also evident.

If Su Jin were truly crowned a Princess one day, no one would be surprised.

Another servant said, "Probably not, which Princess dresses so plainly?"

"That’s true."

Back at the Agarwood Pavilion, Su Jin called for water to bathe.

While soaking in the tub, Xingxing held her dress and asked, "Miss, what about this dress? Should we wash it and return it?"

Su Jin was thinking about this.

This dress belonged to Princess Shuning; since she gave it to her to wear today, it wasn’t inappropriate.

Without the status of a Princess, she couldn’t dress as a Princess.

It wasn’t suitable to keep the dress, but returning it? Should she let the Princess wear something she wore?

"Let’s give them a new set," Su Jin decided.

After the bath, Su Jin dressed and went to the study.

She picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and sketched a new dress. She had the maid take it to the embroidery room to be made quickly.

Feeling a bit tired, she went back to her room to rest.

Xingxing was quite busy indeed.

Today was her birthday, known by all the maids and women at Agarwood Pavilion. As the most trusted and favored maid at the Heir’s wife’s side, how could they not do their utmost to curry favor?

Xingxing received so many gifts that her hands were sore from accepting them.

She kept a little book for noting them, as receiving gifts meant returning them too.

The maids pooled some money together, arranged a feast at the main kitchen to celebrate Xingxing’s birthday, and knowing it was her birthday, the main kitchen only charged half price.

She accepted their gifts, sure, but attending the meal, she just couldn’t find the time.

Although her young mistress was asleep, Xingxing couldn’t take the chance of being unavailable in case her young mistress woke and called for her. She didn’t want to get a beating on her birthday, though her young mistress surely wouldn’t be harsh.

"Why don’t you all go eat, leave me some dishes," Xingxing said.

"How can that be? It’s your birthday celebration, if you’re not there, how can we eat?" one maid protested.

Xie Jingchen walked over, seeing them gathered, and after listening, he said, "You all can go."

"But if we’re all gone, who will be there for our young mistress?" In Xingxing’s heart, her young mistress was the most important of all, no one could compare.

"Isn’t your young master still available to help?" the Hidden Guard said.

"..."

With the Hidden Guard saying so, Xingxing felt at ease.

Besides her young mistress, her next favorite was eating.

A group of maids and women made their way to the main kitchen.

Xie Jingchen glanced at the Hidden Guard, "Quite adept at using me to curry favor with a little maid, aren’t you?"

Hidden Guard, "..."

Focused on flattering the little maid, he accidentally stumbled into the Young Master’s line of fire.