The wedding feast in Princess Changxing’s mansion didn’t end until the midnight. On the way back to Duke of Yan’s mansion, Song Yixiao lifted a bit of the curtain and saw the falling snow. She recalled that the compliment about “perfect couple and living together till old age” and couldn’t help sneering. Suddenly, she just threw down the curtain.Having drunk some wine at the feast, Jian Xubai was resting with his head leaning against the carriage. When he heard the noise, he opened his eyes and asked, “What’s wrong?”“It’s too windy.” Song Yixiao raised her arm without looking at him, saying indifferently, “The wind blew across the curtain.”Hearing that, Jian Xubai instantly fetched the cloak and put it on her, saying in a soft voice, “Do you feel cold?”Song Yixiao nodded her head aloofly, “I’m okay.”Jian Xubai stared at her for a while and heaved a sigh. Then he closed his eyes and leaned back.A grud

Linghu Deyin was under Duke of Ji, but he was the highest-rank official of the Ministry of War. As he lost his mother, Jian Xubai, Director of the Bureau of Military Appointments, should go for condolence anyway.At the moment, they couldn’t go to visit the Yuan Family anymore. Jian Xubai said goodbye to Song Yixiao and got off the carriage first. He took the horse of one of the guards and rode back home to get changed. Today was the tea ceremony of Jian Yiyou and Princess Changxing, so his clothes were not simple and unadorned, which were not suitable for him to go to the Linghu Family’s mansion now.He left in a hurry while Song Yixiao had no time to delay and directly ordered the carter to rush back home.As a saying went, husband and wife should be in rapport with each other. Since Jian Xubai’s supervisor lost his mother, she had to condole with the womenfolk of the Linghu Family.After a while, Song Yixiao finally arrived at D

Wei Chan wiped away her tears immediately and said expectantly, “What can I do?”“Isn’t there a public notice of successful candidates at the beginning of next spring?” Madam Mu said, “At present, seventy to eighty percent of the candidates for the examination have arrived. Our family is not that noble, but at least has three generations of officials. It’s no problem to find you a successful candidate-to-be!”Wei Chan heard Madam Mu say that her aunt and uncle didn’t want her to stay in the imperial capital at the very beginning, but she said later that there was a method, so Wei Chan thought that she could stay in the imperial capital. She didn’t expect that she was wanted to be married to a successful candidate-to-be from other places, which made her quite disappointed, and she said, “I’m sure the best ones will be able to pass the exam. But if they’re young and handsome, they will be taken a fancy by girls from noble families. How can I have the chance?

Although Jian Xubai had only returned to imperial capital at the beginning of this year, he has already heard a lot about Ji Mingfei’s “war record” of teasing married women. After all, Ji Mingfei’s most outstanding “war record” was the capture of Jian Xubai’s mother, Jinguo Grand Princess...How could Jian Xubai not guard against such a guy who regarded ethics and morality as nothing?That night, Jian Xubai and Ji Su discussed the countermeasures for several hours in the study, and did not return to his room until midnight. Unexpectedly, Song Yixiao had not gone to sleep yet. She was napping against the perfumed stove and was awake clearly when she realized that he came in. She stood up, “Why do you come back so late?”“There are a few important official duties.” He was so pleased to see this scene and went up to hold her in arms, kissing her. Then he scolded her gently, “Why did you wait for me until so late? Go to sleep first next time.”

Song Yixiao was not familiar with Princess Yushan, so after seeing the scene, she did nothing but to sigh about Su Shaoge’s charm.The feast started from the noon and ended by the night. After getting out of the imperial palace, Song Yixiao leaned against Jian Xubai’s shoulder when she stepped into the carriage, “let my head rest on your shoulder!”The nine-floral hairpins and ninth-rank diyi of a first-rank titled lady were beautiful and elegant indeed, but they were very heavy for Song Yixiao. It had been 6 hours since Song Yixiao wore those things in the early morning, which had already reached her tolerant extremity. Now that she was in the carriage and finally got relaxed. Instantly, the fatigue just overwhelmed her like a flood.Without even hearing clearly her husband’s reply, she fell asleep very soon.When she woke up, it was nearly noon the next day. Jinxun, who woke her up, kept urging her while dressing her up, “Miss Ni