Qin Yining was the epitome of astonishment.
She herself harbored some suspicions toward Ji Zeyu. She didnât know what the real relationship between Pang Xiao and Ji Zeyu was. However, it was impossible for oneâs hands to remain lily-white while at court. Other than that, she wasnât certain of how much of true brotherhood suffused the two brotherâs mutual usage and probing.
Coldly aloof to begin with, Ji Zeyu wasnât the sort to easily express his thoughts. All had to be speculated upon. The earlier attack upon the Great Yan convoy also served to prejudice Qin Yining against the prince consort, such as deeming him a violent, ruthless character.
Therefore, the fact that he was here in person at the doorstep of her home to ask her these questions before the wedding staggered her greatly.
Does he mean this, or is this another test?
Qin Yiningâs beautiful eyes met Ji Zeyuâs equally stunning, naturally flirtatious ones.
She read only trustworthiness in them, and not the slightest sliver of guile.
In that instant, she was almost certain that there was no grander scheme or trick up the prince consortâs sleeve. There was just deep concern and care.
Perhaps this is whatâs meant by friendship between men.
If Bingtang or those by her side were to marry, she too would carefully select their matches. Sheâd be deathly afraid of them meeting someone cruel and unscrupulous, or that theyâd lead unhappy lives.
Ji Zeyu was likely worried that Pang Xiao wouldnât find happiness after the wedding?
So it looks like even though the prince consortâs used Pang Xiao before, their ties of brotherhood are real.
For those who fostered goodwill toward Pang Xiao, so did she nurture goodwill toward them.
With a smile, she withdrew her ill will and circumspection. âMen and women are different. A man can have multiple wives and concubines, but a woman is faithful to her husband unto death. No matter how many old personal scores that are between us, my life was tied to His Highness the day the emperor bestowed this marriage.
âI live if he lives. I will not cling to this world if anything happens to him. This doesnât only have to do with the strands that previously connected our two families, but because weâre one family now, and can only be one family.
âI am good to him and genuinely support each other throughout our days because I look to our future. Not just for him, and not just for me. My future is tied to his. Only when he is steady is when I too am steady. His future is my future.
âPrince Consort Ji is a smart man. I trust you understand what I mean after my words.â
Qin Yining couldnât directly tell Ji Zeyu just how much love the two of them bore each other, and that the imperial edict played right into their hands.
Even if she trusted Ji Zeyu, she didnât know if the emperorâs spies was eavesdropping on this conversation.
But her meaning was very clear.
She and Pang Xiao shared the same future, so how would she hurt him?
Ji Zeyu stared at Qin Yining; a faint smile floated onto the surface of a face that was normally detached from outsiders. The smile was so indistinct that it was just the tiniest upturn of the lips.
In fact, if one didnât take a close look, the smile wouldâve been entirely overlooked.
âI understand. I hope you remember what youâve said today.â
In Qin Yiningâs ears, this was both a wish and a threat. However, she wasnât the slightest bit irritated. She knew that the prince consort was saying this out of concern for Pang Xiao.
She nodded heavily. âAlright.â
Whitecloud sidled over as the two talked, using its head to nuzzle Qin Yiningâs cheek.
Rather taken aback, Ji Zeyu cast a complicated glance at the horse and smoothed down its mane.
âThis was his gift to you. It should be returned to you.â He made to give the reins to the girl.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
And yet, Qin Yining took a smile back with a smile and shake of her head. âItâs a good horse, and horses should have a large expanse of land to run freely over. Though I like it, I can only keep it in a paddock if it stays with me. Even if I give it the best food and care, it still wonât be happy. In fact, Iâll wear away at its nature. Itâs better that it stays with you.â
Ji Zeyuâs hands slowly tightened on the reins as his heart jumped violently, many complex emotions flashing through his mind.
But when he met the girlâs smiling face again, he let them all go.
âPerhaps Pang Zhixi is right, youâre a good girl.â
Having mentally prepared herself for a cold shoulder, the Qin fourth miss hadnât anticipated at all that this would be his rejoinder. She was very satisfied to gain the approval of Pang Xiaoâs good friend.
âMany thanks, youâre also a good brother.â
The prince consort blinked, then shook his head. âA good brother?â he murmured to himself and then jumped adroitly onto Whitecloud.
He shook the reins. âIâll be off now.â His word had scarcely echoed in the air before he prodded the horse onwards.
Qin Yining looked at his back, smiling a moment later and turning back home.
......
Wedding preparations flew fast and furious. Due to the short deadline, both sides were in a bit of a frenzy. Thankfully, they were neither short on helping hands nor on friends who wanted to curry favor by helping.
The tenth day of the fifth month arrived in a blink of an eye. Everything was in accordance.
Pang Xiao roused the Elite Tigers early this morning. The eighteen handpicked soldiers were the youngest, most handsome, and most stunning of the lot.
In actuality, the eighteen young men were quite proud of themselves that theyâd been picked for their looks. Their other brothers of the Elite Tigers were heavily jealous that the group could personally accompany the prince to deliver the betrothal gifts.
âDafu ah, donât you be in a hurry. Be polite to your in-laws, you hear me? Put away that fearsome aura of yours. Youâve been in the battlefield and killed enemies, thereâs blood on your hands. A violent air hangs about you, so donât you let the in-laws think youâre here to carry off the bride, you hear?â Née Ma nattered about as she straightened the collar of Pang Xiaoâs dusky-purple, python robe.
âI know, grandmother. Donât worry.â
âDonât worry? How can I not worry? Look at what youâve rustled up outside. Who knows if youâre going to deliver betrothal gifts or going to pick a fight!â Irritation washed over née Ma when she flung a glance outside the open, intricately carved window and glimpsed the eighteen uniformed men standing at stern attention.
âDo this well, I tell you! Youâre not allowed to mess it up! If you dare mess it up, Iâll beat you to death with my shoe when you come back!â
âMom, enough now. Let Dafu go already. Donât make him miss the auspicious hour. Didnât Dafu say he invited Prince Consort Ji? He should be here by now.â Née Yao took her motherâs arm to rescue her son.
Pang Xiao heaved a silent sigh of relief and tugged on his narrow sleeves. Laughing heartily, he turned and left with large strides.
Smoking his tobacco pipe off to the side, Yao Chenggu walked over to the window and watched his grandson march off with a parade of eighteen prim and proper young gentlemen. He shook his head with a chuckle. âThis kid.â
After leaving the inner residence, Pang Xiao was greeted with 210 litters of betrothal gifts in the main yard. Festooned with bright red, silk flowers, the servants transporting the litters were also ready.
Ji Zeyu himself stood solemnly at the head of his manorâs soldiers, clad in a pale-gray robe with narrow sleeves.