Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage - Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: The Adorable Ghost

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“…It’s just three days, no one will starve to death.”

Everyone believed that Li Hongyuan could withstand these three days and had full confidence in him.

Even the people of the Jiang family thought the same.

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Regardless of Jiang Ning’s blatant hints for Jiang Ruobai and Jiang Yi to look after Li Hongyuan, they firmly believed that the three-day penalty was deserved and should not be interfered with.

The Emperor was watching, after all.

What if they recklessly stepped in and jeopardized the Prince of Yu’s chance to become Crown Prince? It would be a gain not worth the loss.

The day after the Crown Prince was deposed, people from the palace came to say that Concubine Jin missed her grandchildren and wanted the Princess Consort of Yu to bring them to the palace for her to see.

Chunlai laughed and said, “This is a rare occasion. Princess Consort, let’s quickly bring the little Crown Prince and the little Princess to the palace, shall we?”

“Even you know this is a rare occasion, why the hurry?” Jiang Ning said.

“This servant does not understand.”

“What the Princess Consort means is, it’s been more than a year since the little Crown Prince and little Princess were born, but Concubine Jin has never said she misses them or wants to see them. Why would she suddenly say she misses them now?”

“After all, Concubine Jin is the blood grandmother of the little Crown Prince and little Princess, so it’s only human nature for her to miss them,” Chunlai said.

“Our dear grandmother is no ordinary person, though,” Jiang Ning laughed.

Chunlai didn’t understand and had to ask, “Shall we still bring the little Crown Prince and little Princess to the palace then?”

“Of course, but there’s no need to be so anxious.”

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“Is there anything else to do?” Chunlai asked.

“Have you forgotten that Concubine Jin loves the food that the Princess Consort makes?”

Chunlai gasped and slapped her forehead, “That’s right, I completely forgot. It seems Concubine Jin wants to eat something Princess Consort made again. However, there’s no need to use the little Crown Prince and little Princess as an excuse. After all, everyone knows about this.”

The maidservants laughed.

According to legend, the noble and aloof Concubine Jin, who even disregarded the Emperor’s love, was infatuated with the food made by Jiang Ning, her daughter – in – law.

It’s a case of one thing conquering another.

Jiang Ning rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen.

She was now the most popular person in the kitchen.

Because the food she made was always the most unique, and she was very generous, always making extra and only taking a small portion, leaving the rest for the kitchen staff to eat.

Just imagine, with every dish Jiang Ning made, it was either for the Old Madam and the Third Young Master or sent to the palace for the Emperor and the nobles to eat.

They could always taste these delicacies first.

How fortunate was that?

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Everyone cherished the Seventh Miss of the household, who was beautiful and capable.

When they saw her coming, everyone immediately put on a smile and eagerly made room for her, offering to help.

“What is Seventh Miss making today?”

Due to her gentle and approachable nature, the kitchen staff became familiar with her and occasionally dared to ask questions.

Jiang Ning never got impatient and always explained her cooking process with a smile.

Whether they could remember or cook the dishes themselves depended on their own comprehension.

The food she made today was relatively simple and not very fragrant.

At first, the kitchen maids didn’t understand.

Looking at the noodle leftovers in the pot, one kitchen maid asked, “Seventh

Miss, the taste of these noodles is unusual.”

“What’s unusual about them? Just say they’re smelly.”

“This servant doesn’t think they’re smelly, but can we bring this into the palace for the nobles to eat?”

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“Nobles are people too.”

Jiang Ning left the kitchen with a food box, smiling.

Gucheng was waiting, pushing a wheelchair.

Gucheng was always dressed in black, with black hair and black eyes, a cold and young man..