Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

After the count’s family divided the property, even though he was a concubine-born son, he would still get a share and have his own independent house. This would actually be a quiet and worry-free life.

Jiang Yuan tried to console herself with these thoughts whenever she felt upset.

However, when she saw Jiang Ning returning home with a box full of top-quality ginseng, lingzhi mushrooms, and bird’s nest, she couldn’t help but think that her life after marrying the count’s concubine-born son would be of a small and humble nature.

If she returned to her parental home to give gifts, she would probably have to scrimp and save, and couldn’t take out any decent things, let alone be as generous as Jiang Ning.

The daughters of the same father, just because they were born from different mothers, had vastly different paths in life.

Jiang Yuan’s mood sank, and the dim sum in her mouth lost its flavor.

“Fifth Sister,”

Jiang Ning’s voice came to her ears.

Jiang Yuan turned back and saw her sister’s translucent and beautiful face, which dazzled her eyes.

“What’s up?”

“When you get married, I’ll have the opportunity to leave the palace and visit home. It’s all thanks to you. Thank you so much,” Jiang Ning said with a grin.

Jiang Yuan listlessly replied, “A grand Princess Consort like you can only say thank you with words?”

“Of course not! We are family, and although I may not have many merits, I will never forget my own family.” Jiang Ning winked at her.

Jiang Yuan didn’t take these words to heart.

Although her relationship with Jiang Ning had indeed eased, they were not as close as sisters.

They were indeed blood sisters.

However, as her concubine mother had always said, there was still a barrier between them.

Who could tell how much sincerity and pretense lay behind their relationship?

Jiang Yan, who spent her days with Jiang Yuan and knew her thoughts well, whispered, “Fifth Sister, don’t worry. You are the daughter of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and our father and mother will certainly provide you with a generous dowry. They won’t let you suffer any loss.”

“I’m just a concubine-born daughter…” Jiang Yuan pouted, “My mother is only a concubine. How much dowry can I get? Wait and see, I don’t know how shabby it will be. When I think about this, I don’t want to get married.”

“That won’t happen. The face of the Jiang Family must be upheld,” said Jiang Yan.

“You don’t need to comfort me. Just worry about yourself,” replied Jiang Yuan. “You’re only a year younger than me, and once I leave, it’s your turn. Your mother is just like a wooden block, not even as good as mine.”

Jiang Yan whispered, “As long as we have good character, a dowry or no dowry is not important.”

“Only a fool would say that!” Jiang Yuan snorted. “Do you think a dowry isn’t critical? The eyes of the groom’s family are all watching! A dowry is your foundation for the future! If your dowry is lacking, they’ll look down on you. Can you live comfortably then?”

Jiang Yan lowered her head.

Although they both lowered their voices, Jiang Ning, who sat beside them, still heard their conversation without missing a word.

It turned out that both of the young ladies were worrying about their dowries.

Jiang Ning gently tugged on Lin Zizi’s sleeve.

Lin Zizi glanced at her, “Don’t look at me. I’ve given you everything I have. I can’t give you anything else.”

Daughters usually inherited their mother’s dowry.

Lin Zizi had a son and a daughter, and was extremely doting on her long-lost younger daughter. She had no regard for the other two concubine-born daughters. Naturally, she spared no expense for her own daughter’s marriage.