Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

As she sat so gracefully by the bed, her charming smile was enough to make one forget about her crippled leg.

Prince of Yu grunted and walked to the bedside, indifferently saying, “Before I even got here, you’d already taken off your clothes and tore off your head-cover.”

Worried that this would displease Prince of Yu, Chunlai hurriedly defended her mistress, “Your Highness, it’s not the fault of the Princess Consort. She was suffering from the heat in the palace…”

“No matter,” Prince of Yu responded coldly. “I don’t care anyway.”

Chunlai and Huang Ying exchanged glances, both seeing a trace of worry in each other’s eyes.

It seemed that Prince of Yu was not very satisfied with his Princess Consort.

Chunlai knew Jiang Ning’s temperament better, knowing that despite her carefree appearance, she actually had a bad temper. She was the type of person who would treat others with respect if they showed her an inch of respect as well.

On their wedding night, not only did Prince of Yu leave her alone in the palace, but he also arrived late and spoke disrespectfully as soon as he showed up.

Chunlai was genuinely concerned that her mistress would lose her temper on the spot.

But —

Not only did she not get angry, Jiang Ning’s smile became even more charming and enchanting.

“Huang Ying, Chunlai, you two go rest.” She waved her hand and patted the spot next to her, “Your Highness, it’s tiresome to stand. Come and sit down to talk.”

Chunlai was somewhat worried, but Huang Ying glanced at her and the two slipped out and didn’t go far. Instead, they crept up to the door to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

Prince of Yu remained unmoved by the tenderly inviting girl.

“I heard that you fainted from heatstroke today. It doesn’t seem that way at all, and you even had the energy to send Xiaoqian to find me.”

“Xiaoqian was just grateful for my help in saving his life, he took the initiative.” Jiang Ning said amiably, not angered at all, “If Xiaoqian hadn’t come, would Your Highness not have come tonight?”

“I planned to go to Miss Li’s room.”

“Miss Li?” Jiang Ning smiled, “She couldn’t even earn the title of Palace Maid, it seems that Your Highness doesn’t hold her in high regard.”

In the Great Sheng Dynasty, a prince could have one Main Consort, two Consorts, and ten Palace Maids, all of whom held official ranks and status.

Consorts were of the fifth rank, and Palace Maids of the sixth.

They were recognized concubines in the household.

As for the so-called “Miss”, she was just an ordinary girl who served in the bedchamber, her status hardly higher than that of a servant girl. They were mostly nameless and without any status.

Before coming here, Jiang Ning had heard that Prince of Yu had two Palace Maids surnamed Zhao and Fang, both bestowed by the Empress. As for the Miss Li, she had never heard of her.

Perhaps because of her low status, no one paid attention to her?

But, if Prince of Yu truly favored her, he should have given her a proper title. Why was he still calling her “Miss”?

Jiang Ning knew perfectly well what Prince of Yu had said.

He mentioned Miss Li not out of any actual regard for her, but merely to irk Jiang Ning.

On their wedding night, he would rather go to a nameless girl’s room than to his Main Consort’s chambers.

This clearly showed how much he despised her and didn’t take her seriously.

After this, what foothold would she, the Princess Consort, have in the family?

Prince of Yu stood still, offering neither motion nor rebuttal to her words.

His expression and gaze maintained a state of indifference and rejection.

Jiang Ning smiled, “I still don’t know Your Highness’s full name.”

“Li Hongyuan.”

“I am Jiang Ning.”

“I know,” Prince of Yu replied coldly, “Tonight is our wedding night. I will stay here until tomorrow morning for the sake of maintaining your dignity..”