Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

The three of them were all stunned. They looked at each other, not knowing who the "you" that Emperor Tianqing was talking about was.

Then, Emperor Tianqing said, "The one in the lotus-colored long skirt."

Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Yun, and Jiang Yun immediately bowed her head and said, "Your servant Jiang Yun, Lord Cheng'en Jiang Weizhi is your servant's grandfather."

The voice was sonorous and powerful, and unexpectedly pleasant to hear.

Emperor Tianqing nodded, feeling more satisfied with Jiang Yun's neither humble nor arrogant attitude.

He immediately waved his hand and said, "Send an order to appoint Cheng En Gong's granddaughter Jiang Yun as the Crown Princess and choose a date for the wedding."

After Emperor Tianqing's words came out, Qiu Fuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, but He Jie tightly grasped the hem of her clothes, her eyes full of unwillingness.

It was too easy to choose the Crown Princess. Not only He Jie thought so, but all the civil and military officials thought so too.

A banquet to select a princess was held at Yinlu Terrace with great fanfare. I thought it would take some time to consider the matter, but unexpectedly, the Crown Princess was decided in less than a quarter of an hour.

Could it be that Your Majesty has already fallen in love with Jiang Yun?

Everyone had their own guesses, but the chief eunuch Yang Zhao knew that His Majesty favored Fang Suhua, who broke her leg and was unable to come, and choosing Jiang Yun was a helpless move.

After all, Jiang Yun doesn't look as fragile as those two. If the person behind her attacks again, I hope she can escape.

Jiang Yun knelt down to express his gratitude, and his tense expression relaxed the moment he bowed his head.

The first step, becoming the Crown Princess, is achieved.

The raised corners of Jiang Yun's lips were well concealed by the action of lying on the ground and no one saw it.

The news that Duke Cheng'en's granddaughter was appointed Crown Princess spread quickly.

Yan Ci listened to the news Chunzhi heard from her sister Chuntao, and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure it is Jiang Yun from Cheng'en Mansion?"

Chunzhi nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's Miss Jiang."

Yan Ci sat on the chair, staring out the window in a daze.

Ayun is going to be the Crown Princess.

If she was still Hua Cijing, she would definitely go and ask Jiang Yun why Ayun, who once vowed to marry the person she loved in this life, turned around and threw herself into the arms of the prince whom she had never met.

But now she is Yan Ci, she has no position and no chance to ask Jiang Yun.

They were no longer close friends, confidants who could tell each other their secrets, but strangers.

An unconcealable sense of loss arose from the bottom of Yan Ci's heart.

Yan Ci knew Jiang Yun. She was not someone who admired power. Could it be that she was forced to become the Crown Princess because of the imperial power?

But Jiang Yun's grandfather, Duke Cheng'en Jiang Weizhi, was, after all, a duke personally conferred by the previous emperor. In addition, Jiang Yun's parents both died in battle for the country. If Jiang Yun was unwilling, the emperor should give him some face.

Yan Ci couldn't figure out if there was any other hidden story in this. Although she didn't think there was anything wrong with marrying the prince, she was just worried that it would go against Ayun's wishes.

The girl who looks frank and straightforward is actually a very tolerant person. In order to make the people she cares about happy, she would rather suffer and never complain.

Her cousin the prince was a very nice man, good-looking and with a good temper, but later on his health deteriorated.

If the prince's cousin and Ayun are in love with each other, it would be a good marriage.

No matter what, I still need to meet Ayun.

Inside the imperial palace, in Chonghua Palace, Shen Zhaoyong moved a chair and sat under the corridor, basking in the sun comfortably.

He didn't catch a cold, he just simply didn't want to attend the concubine selection banquet.

Since his father has already decided on the candidate, it doesn't matter whether he goes or not. To him, it makes no difference who is chosen.

Rong Jing ran back panting, bringing back the news of the selection of the Crown Princess.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the Crown Princess has been chosen."

Shen Zhaoyan's eyes didn't move at all, as if he was asleep. After a while, he uttered a faint sound from his slightly opened mouth, "Oh."

Rong Jing's excitement was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. He immediately calmed down, scratched his head, and frowned, "Your Highness, don't you even ask which family this lady is from?"

He really wanted to say it, but was afraid that His Highness would not want to hear it.

Shen Zhaoyong's eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, and then he slowly opened his eyes, with a cold look and a hint of weakness.

He said in a soothing tone: "Those who are favored by the emperor are naturally excellent, but those who are too outstanding may not be able to enter the palace."

Rong Jing widened his eyes in surprise. His Highness's guess was so right. He heard that the young lady from the Fang family who was most likely to be favored by His Majesty fell off the carriage and broke her leg on the way here.

If His Highness had not left the house, Rong Jing would have thought that His Highness had seen what happened outside with his own eyes.

"That Miss Fang, who is both talented in literature and martial arts, was indeed not able to enter the palace. Among the remaining three, His Majesty chose Miss Jiang from Duke Cheng'en's Mansion as the Crown Princess for His Highness."

Shen Zhaoyong's eyes suddenly tightened, "Miss Jiang? But her name is Jiang Yun?"

Rong Jing nodded. As expected of His Highness, he even knew Miss Jiang's name.

Of course Shen Zhaoyong knew Jiang Yun.

When she was welcoming her parents' spirit tablets back to Dongdu, he stood far behind the crowd and glanced at her.

She was only twelve years old at that time, and her body had not yet grown up. The two spirit tablets in her arms almost blocked her view. Her eyes were red, but she did not let a single tear fall.

A naughty kid from some family threw a ball, and it just rolled to Jiang Yun's feet, and Jiang Yun stepped on it without noticing.

He sprained his ankle and fell to the ground, but the spirit tablet in his arms was firmly protected.

Shen Zhaoyong watched from afar. He felt pain when he fell, especially his foot that stepped on the ball. It was probably going to be swollen.

But the girl didn't even frown.

Such a stubborn girl left a deep impression on him.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, she became his crown princess.

Calculating her age, she should be sixteen now.

He was ten years older than she.

Due to his poor health, he did not care about marrying a Crown Princess. Now that she is the Crown Princess, he actually has a little more anticipation in his heart.

I don’t know what she looks like now, and whether she is still as stubborn as before, and never cries even when she is in pain or sad.

Shen Zhaoyong felt as if a trace of trembling passed through his heart. The sudden strange feeling made him a little surprised, yet inexplicably happy.

Looking at the Crown Prince's changing expression, Rong Jing kept silent obediently. Seeing the sun gradually setting, he went into the house and took out a thick cloak to cover the Crown Prince.

Shen Zhaoyong had closed his eyes again, with a calm look as if he was asleep. There was still a hint of smile on the corners of his slightly raised lips, as if he had dreamed of something happy.

At Yinlu Terrace, as soon as the concubine selection banquet was over, Xiao Ling asked the head palace maid Yinlu to pass a message to Xiao Chengzhang, asking him to go to Chaofeng Palace.

When Xiao Chengzhang arrived at Chaofeng Palace, he was greeted by his sister Xiao Ling's cold face and questioning.

"Brother, was it you who sent someone to do the breaking of Fang Suhua's leg?"

Xiao Chengzhang's eyes darkened. He was very unhappy with his sister's questioning, but he still answered patiently: "I was going to do something to her, but before the people I sent could do anything, Fang Suhua fell off the carriage by herself."

Xiao Ling frowned slightly, "If it's not my brother, who else could it be?"

These words made Xiao Chengzhang feel very uncomfortable. If he really did it, it was for her and her second prince.

"If I had taken action, Fang Suhua's injury would not be as simple as a broken leg."

What he likes is to root out the problem completely.