Reborn Spoiled Girl Tames the Regent

Chapter 124 Thanks to the Prince

The next day, at dawn.

Xiao Hengzhi woke up to a sweet, fragrant aroma.

As the servants helped him wash and dress, he asked, "What is the kitchen making today? Why does it smell so good so early in the morning?"

"Your Highness, is it Miss Jiang who is frying beans?"

"Fried beans?"

"Yes."

After the servant answered, he brought out his usual clothes.

Xiao Hengzhi glanced at it and said, "Go and get some lighter-colored ones."

"Yes." The servant left and brought back the clothes.

After washing up, Xiao Hengzhi went straight to the kitchen.

The charcoal fire rose, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

From afar, you could see Jiang Mian with her sleeves rolled up, holding a large spatula in both hands, stirring the red beans in the pot.

The aroma of soybeans, mixed with a slightly burnt smell, spread through the air with the rhythm of the spatula being turned over.

"Why did you suddenly decide to cook yourself?"

While stir-frying the red beans in the pan, Jiang Wan replied in a nonchalant tone, "A few days ago, the Crown Princess taught me how to stir-fry beans to make desserts. Today, I can finally taste a bit of sweetness, so I'll give it a try."

She wiped away sweat as she stir-fried the food.

Xiao Hengzhi frowned slightly: "This kind of thing can be left to the servants."

"If Your Highness finds it an eyesore, you are free to ignore it."

Jiang Mian put down the spatula, turned to the side and gave him a cold look, her words carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Xiao Hengzhi didn't reply, but just looked at her quietly. After a moment, he picked up the apron next to him and handed it to her: "Wear this, so you don't get your clothes dirty."

Jiang Wan paused for a moment, then didn't answer and continued working with her head down.

Xiao Hengzhi wasn't annoyed; he simply watched her quietly from the side.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Jiang Wan continued what she was doing without looking up: "Your Highness, please don't come near me. That would be helping you."

Xiao Heng was speechless for a moment, but eventually took two steps back and quietly watched her work.

After the pastries are made.

Jiang Mian tasted one, and the bitterness in her mouth overwhelmed the sweetness, making it impossible for her to tell whether it was well-made or not.

Oh well, as long as the goal is achieved, that's fine.

She picked out a few that looked decent and arranged them on a plate. She then called over a servant and instructed, "Send these to the Prince's residence so that the Princess Consort can have a taste."

Xiao Hengzhi paused slightly, his tone inquiring: "Send it to the Prince's residence?"

Jiang Mian nodded calmly: "The Crown Princess taught me this method, so it is only right that I give her some in return."

Xiao Hengzhi stared at her for a moment, his gaze deep, as if trying to discern the truth in her words.

Jiang Wan also noticed his gaze.

He put the box down and wiped his hands: "Does Your Highness suspect there's something wrong with the pastries I made?"

Xiao Hengzhi's brow twitched slightly, but he didn't reply immediately.

Jiang Mian opened the box, revealing the pastries, and said, "If Your Highness has any doubts, you are welcome to come and inspect them yourself."

Her frankness made Xiao Hengzhi seem deliberately making things difficult for her.

Xiao Hengzhi looked at her disdainful expression and was about to step forward when he suddenly remembered what she had said last night: "When has Your Highness ever shown even the slightest respect?"

He lowered his hand and sighed softly, "Since you say there's no problem, I will naturally believe you."

Jiang Mian lowered her eyes, tidied up the food box, and handed it to the servant.

She only breathed a slight sigh of relief after the carriage left the mansion.

Just then, Rong'er brought over a bowl of medicine and said in a low voice, "Miss Jiang, it's time for you to take your medicine."

Upon seeing this, Xiao Hengzhi asked, "Why do you need to take medicine?"

"I can't taste any sweetness. The doctor came to see me the day before yesterday and prescribed some medicine."

Jiang swallowed the medicine in two or three gulps and wiped her mouth without saying a word.

Xiao Heng blurted out instinctively, "Do you want some candy...?"

Only after saying it did I realize how absurd my words were.

The side effect of Chun Ku San is that sweet tastes become bitter and bitter tastes become astringent.

Giving sugar at this point would only make matters worse.

He clearly saw Jiang Wan sneer.

"Your Highness, what you say makes me think that my illness is entirely your fault?"

"Then why don't you ask me what medicine I gave you?"

"If I ask, will the prince tell me?"

Xiao Hengzhi was speechless and stood there dumbfounded.

Jiang Mian didn't linger any longer. She turned and walked back into the house. Every step she took felt like it was treading on his heart, causing him unspeakable bitterness.

Xiao Hengzhi watched her leave, a tightness gripping his heart.

He knew that he was the one who had pushed her to this point.

Humans are greedy; once they get something, they want more.

But his desire for more pushed her further and further away from him.

It seems that he messed up again in this life.

Jiang Mian would not accept him, and she wouldn't even bother to give him any more hatred.

For the first time, Xiao Hengzhi doubted whether he had made a mistake.

Would it be better to let her go?

He shook his head and quickly suppressed the thought.

As long as Guiye can find the medicine to prolong his life, he has plenty of time.

He was willing to spend time to win her heart, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, he was willing to gamble.

......

At the Crown Prince's residence.

Li Zhijing returned home with a reward.

Wen Qian, who had just fallen asleep, heard a commotion outside. Then Mo Ping came in, cheerfully shouting, "Princess Consort! The Prince is back!!"

"Husband..."

Wen Qian's eyes lit up, and she quickly got up, put on her shoes, and ran to greet him without even putting on her cloak.

At that time, Li Zhijing had just taken off his armor.

"Husband," Wen Qian called out as she went over.

He looked more weathered than before, after not seeing him for a long time.

They were just there to provide snow disaster relief, but they encountered rebels.

It's unknown how he managed to escape death with several thousand men.

Wen Qian looked at the tiny wounds on his hands and face, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Her voice was full of concern: "...How did you get so many injuries? Does it hurt a lot?"

Li Zhijing shook his head lightly: "It's a minor injury, nothing serious."

He glanced at her, his voice tinged with weariness: "It's cold at night, why are you dressed so lightly? Go and rest, don't catch a cold."

Wen Qian's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "I'm fine... I just miss my husband so much..."

She finally won Li Zhijing's favor, but not long after, the emperor frequently summoned her to the palace.

Before he could even warm up the word "husband," he was sent off to provide disaster relief.

Now that he's back, she's happy, but seeing his injuries makes her want to cry.

In the end, all the longing and love were poured into each and every "husband".

She lowered her head and wiped away her tears, then quickly put on a smile: "I'll go and have someone prepare water, my husband, so you can take a good bath and relax."

Li Zhijing didn't say much, he just nodded.

Soon, the hot water for the bath was ready, and Wen Qian insisted on serving him personally.

Li Zhijing sat in the bathtub, glancing at her indifferently: "No need, go and rest, call the servants over."

Wen Qian shook her head, her tone slightly stubborn: "My husband has suffered so much on this journey, I have to do something..."

As she spoke, she knelt beside the bathtub and gently wiped the wounds on his shoulder with a handkerchief, her movements so gentle as if she were afraid of breaking something.

Li Zhijing didn't say much, but simply closed her eyes, seemingly exhausted.

Looking at his silence, Wen Qian felt a bittersweet joy in her heart. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke softly, "Husband..."

"Ok?"

Wen Qian lowered her head, as if summoning immense courage: "...I...am pregnant..."