Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Jiang Ning hurriedly waved her hand: “Put it down, let me take a look.”

The maid placed the basket in front of her.

Suddenly, Miaomiao ran over, jumped on her lap, and meowed a few times.

“Good Miaomiao.” Jiang Ning stroked its head, “Are you hungry? Chunlai, bring Miaomiao’s cat bowl and prepare some food for it.”

Chunlai responded and brought a bowl of food.

Miaomiao jumped down and started eating quietly.

Chunlai, Xiachu, Qiulai, and Dongxie, as her accompanying maids, were all wearing brand-new clothes and looked bright and pretty.

Seeing the cat bowl, the expressions of the people in the room were a bit complicated.

Especially Jiang Yuan, who couldn’t help but say: “Jiang Seventh, did you steal this bowl from somewhere?”

“Shut up if you can’t talk. What can I do with a broken cat bowl? Get rich by stealing it?” Jiang Ning said annoyedly.

“Broken cat bowl?” Jiang Yuan sneered, thinking that you are just a poor girl, and using such valuable things as cat bowls would make you seem rich?

Jiang Yan whispered: “Seventh Sister, where did this bowl… come from?” “Someone gave it to me.”

“This bowl is very valuable; put it away and use another bowl for Miaomiao.” Jiang Yan cautiously advised, “You are taking this cat to Prince of Yu’s residence; if people there see it, they’ll think our family’s girls are arrogant.” Valuable?

Jiang Ning looked down at the cat bowl, feeling a slight stir in her heart.

This bowl was also given to her by Old Man Li.

She wanted to pick it up and take a closer look, but Miaomiao was eating. Nevermind.

She reached into the basket and took out a painting, then unfolded it and looked at it.

She didn’t know much about painting and thought that the one in her hand wasn’t that great.

But Jiang Yuan and Jiang Yan’s eyes lit up when they saw it.

“A Painting of the Sunset in Spring.” Jiang Yan murmured.

Jiang Yuan had already leaned over: “This… must be fake, an imitation, for sure!”

Although they were both concubine-born daughters, they grew up in a scholarly family and followed their lady tutor since childhood, so they had at least some appreciation skills in terms of poetry, calligraphy, and painting. Jiang Yan said: “Fifth Sister, are you sure? I think this is an authentic piece.” “Impossible!” Jiang Yuan immediately denied.

“If you don’t believe me, let’s ask Father and Third Brother.”

“Who’s calling me?”

Jiang Yi happened to be at the door and walked in when he heard the voices. Seeing Jiang Ning dressed in a red wedding gown with a phoenix coronet on her head, he was dazzled.

He walked closer and looked carefully for a while: “Little sister, you look beautiful.”

Jiang Yuan couldn’t stand her third brother praising Jiang Ning and pouted: “Any woman in a wedding dress looks good.”

Jiang Yi glanced at her: “What were you talking about just now?”

“Third Brother, please take a look at the painting in Seventh Sister’s hands.” Jiang Yan hurriedly said.

“Painting?” Jiang Yi leaned in and looked, then exclaimed, “This painting… seems to be an original.”

After carefully examining it for a moment, he was somewhat surprised: “I thought the original was in the palace. It’s actually in our house? Is it part of Father’s collection?”

Jiang Ruobai, who was listening at the door, was devastated.

The one in his study was a fake, sobbing in distress.

Jiang Yi glanced at the cat bowl on the ground: “Huh, it looks like the one on Father’s desk.”

Jiang Ruobai:

Please, don’t say it!

There are fakes in your own father’s room!

The real ones are right by this young girl’s cat’s mouth!

Jiang Ning was also shocked.

So, the painting in her hands was valuable?

She reached into the basket and took out a porcelain cup: “And this….”