After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 761 - 759: Gratitude

Prince NanAn Mansion.

Su Jin prepared the medicine, reminded a few things, and then took her leave.

Xie Jingchen had carried her into the mansion and now carried her out again.

It was publicly claimed that she had sprained her ankle, and no one suspected otherwise.

However, not long after they left, Prince NanAn woke up.

Princess Consort NanAn hurriedly asked, "How do you feel?"

"Mother, I’m fine...."

Princess Consort NanAn felt slightly relieved.

But just as she relaxed, Prince NanAn caught sight of Prince NanAn and immediately cried out in pain, "Father was too harsh."

Princess Consort NanAn turned to glare fiercely at Prince NanAn.

Prince NanAn, "...."

Seriously.

He just felt an itch in his palms, wanting to hit someone.

He glared at Prince NanAn and asked, "How did you injure your head at the lantern festival yesterday?"

"... I don’t know, I just somehow banged it without realizing," Prince NanAn said, rubbing his head.

As he rubbed, he winced in pain.

Princess Consort NanAn quickly said, "If you bumped it, you bumped it. Healing your injury is most important. Be more careful in the future."

Actually, Princess Consort NanAn and Princess Shouning had similar suspicions.

Yesterday, the Heir of Duke Chong’s leg had healed, and while their mansion was hosting a funeral, he went out to enjoy the lanterns and got into trouble with a girl from Uncle Wenyuan’s Mansion.

Though the Heir of Duke Chong’s broken leg was his own doing, he wouldn’t take it lying down and would surely seek revenge on her son.

At a crowded lantern festival, someone could easily attack from behind.

Thinking about the Heir of Duke Chong, Princess Consort NanAn couldn’t eat or sleep well.

Getting involved with him, the Prince NanAn Mansion might not know peace anymore.

Having been exhausted for most of the day, Prince NanAn asked Princess Consort NanAn to go rest.

Chu Shun, the Heir of Marquis Beining, and later the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion, glared at Prince NanAn with their six eyes, asking, "How exactly did you injure your head?"

Prince NanAn looked frustrated.

He wanted to scold them for being unreliable.

But telling such an embarrassing story...

He didn’t need to think hard to know their laughter would tear the roof off his house.

Could he be foolish enough to share his embarrassment for them to laugh at?

Even if beaten to death, he should keep his mouth shut.

Not saying anything, Chu Shun sat next to him, hooked his arm around Prince NanAn’s shoulder, and asked, "Were you really unconscious or just pretending?"

Prince NanAn, "...."

"Could I pretend to faint?!" Prince NanAn ground his teeth.

With a bit of force, his head throbbed intensely.

Scared, he quickly relaxed; he couldn’t afford to be agitated.

"If you weren’t pretending, then you really fainted," said the Heir of Marquis Beining.

"But when we were together yesterday, you were fine. How did you hit your head?"

The two of them looked at Prince NanAn suspiciously.

Prince NanAn’s heart skipped a beat.

Did they figure it out?

He started to worry, and then Chu Shun clapped his arm heavily, "Did you get too excited during the wedding night and fall off the bed?"

Prince NanAn, "...."

Almost.

They almost figured it out.

He was indeed too excited for the wedding night, so much so that he didn’t notice the maid approaching and ended up falling off the bed.

With a foul face, Prince NanAn said nothing, while the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion looked puzzled and asked, "Wedding room?"

"Did I miss some major event?"

The Heir of Marquis Beining explained what happened yesterday to the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion.

The Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion had a peculiar smile.

The Heir of Marquis Beining looked at him and asked, "What’s that smile about?"

The Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion muttered quietly.

Even though it was softly spoken, Prince NanAn heard it clearly.

Seriously.

It nearly stopped his heart in anger.

The Eldest Young Master suspected him of using a difficult position and, being inexperienced, accidentally hit the back of his head.

One wild guess, and the scary part was the other two believed it.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"

"Hurry and get out of here!"

"With friends like you, I’ll live thirty years less!"

Prince NanAn was dizzy with anger.

He lay on the bed, unable to lie flat.

It was truly a fate worse than death.

Life’s big four joys, with the wedding candle night being one.

Yet he barely survived it.

Which god did he offend?

No.

He needed to burn incense for his ancestors to change his luck.

As soon as Chu Shun was out of the courtyard, Prince NanAn was out too.

He walked out quite briskly.

The maids and servants didn’t know what to say; the Prince Commandery and Heir of Marquis Jingguo had such a deep bond.

Even when injured to the point of coughing blood, he still saw them off.

Yes.

Chu Shun and the others thought so too.

They waved and said from a distance, "No need to see us off."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Prince NanAn stepped in another direction.

Poor Chu Shun’s hand remained hanging in the air.

Chu Shun, "...."

The Heir of Marquis Beining, "...."

The Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion, "...."

The surrounding maids and servants nearly suffocated holding back their laughter.

Meanwhile, after getting on the carriage, Su Jin returned to the Prince Mansion with Xie Jingchen.

Xingxing eagerly awaited at the gate of the Prince Mansion, anxious all the while.

Seeing the carriage from afar, she quickly ran over, her eyes almost glaring the Hidden Guard into oblivion.

Hidden Guard, "...."

Was there anyone more innocent than him?

"Miss, where did you and the lord go?" Xingxing asked.

"Prince Commandery NanAn coughed up blood, I went to treat him," Su Jin exited the carriage with Xingxing’s help.

Xingxing glared at the Hidden Guard, "Why didn’t you mention it before leaving? Even Young Master Zhao waited at the door for a while."

Hidden Guard looked at Xie Jingchen.

Xie Jingchen, unfazed, said, "Reflect on your actions."

Hidden Guard, "...."

Lord.

You really threw him under the bus.

Xingxing helped Su Jin into the mansion.

Zhao Xu was in the study talking with the Prince and Princess Consort.

Zhao Xu had already reunited with the Princess Consort.

After trouble in Zhao Xiang Mansion in Nanliang, Zhao Xu returned to save his father, with the Prince, under the guise of Xie Jingchen, sending Hidden Guards as support.

Zhao Xu was perceptive.

The Hidden Guard spoke privately with Prime Minister Zhao, which made him suspicious.

The Heir of Prince Zhenbei sending protection was for camaraderie, but what did they want with his father?

And it happened behind his back.

If something appears unusual, it usually is.

Upon his insistent inquiry, Prime Minister Zhao confessed the truth.

Zhao Xu learned he was actually the orphan of Donglin Prince Mansion, and Zhao Xiang instructed him to find not his biological mother, but his aunt, in Daqi.

After resigning to a hermit’s life, Prime Minister Zhao sent Zhao Xu back to Nanliang to save his aunt, not his birth mother.

The Princess Consort handed Zhao Xu an heirloom jade pendant belonging to the Donglin Prince Mansion.

Zhao Xu’s sharp guard noticed that the pendant was from Su Jin.

Su Jin descended from the carriage while talking to the Princess Consort, and noticed, "Was it you who tied me to a riverbank tree that day?"

"Miss, was it you who tied me to the tree by the river that day?"

Though binding was difficult, you needn’t thank me.

Hidden Guard, "...."

The Hidden Guard rubbed his temples.

How did she mistake such explicit hostility for gratitude?

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