After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

Chapter 1234 - 38: The Joyous Debt (Part 14)

Princess Yinchuan was heavy-hearted, tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep.Sleeping late, she naturally woke up late.

The maid entered the room last night and found Princess Yinchuan sleeping on the floor, worrying about her own life, and dared not enter the room again to wake her.

Besides, Prime Minister Zhao and Mrs. Zhao Xiang had also instructed that Miss Tang was fine the way she was, and they should just serve her as she asks.

With the sun high in the sky, the maids all waited on the veranda, waiting for Princess Yinchuan to call them.

Inside, Princess Yinchuan slept uneasily.

She dreamed of being pressured into marriage by Su Yang.

She also dreamed of Tang Feng and the Second Young Master of the East Town Marquis Mansion fighting to break off an engagement.

Adding to that, the heat made the ice basin melt overnight, leaving her drenched in cold sweat.

Today was a rest day, and Prime Minister Zhao and Mrs. Zhao Xiang were waiting for Princess Yinchuan to join them for breakfast.

After all, she was Princess Yinchuan, sister of the Empress, and since Zhao Xu declared her as Zhao Family’s niece, they had to treat her as their dear niece and cherish her.

Yet the meal was served, and they waited and waited, but Princess Yinchuan did not appear.

Mrs. Zhao Xiang asked the maid, "Hasn’t Miss Tang gotten up yet?"

The maid shook her head, "She hadn’t gotten up earlier, and now I’m not sure; I’ll check."

The courtyard where Princess Yinchuan stayed wasn’t far from the main courtyard; she arrived quickly.

When she reached there, the maids were all waiting outside.

She wanted to enter the room but was stopped by the maid who shook her head at her.

Princess Yinchuan’s maids were all selected by Mrs. Zhao Xiang from her own side, so they were well-acquainted.

Even if Miss Tang had a bad temper and was grumpy upon waking, at this hour, it wasn’t excessive to enter the room and check.

However, the maid blocking her indicated an obvious problem.

With many people in the courtyard, it wasn’t convenient to ask questions; worried, the maid brought her to see Prime Minister Zhao and Mrs. Zhao Xiang.

The maid was fretting about what to do when Mrs. Zhao Xiang asked, and the maid leaned over to Mrs. Zhao Xiang’s ear and whispered a few words.

Mrs. Zhao Xiang’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

Princess Yinchuan slept on the floor?

If this hadn’t come from her trusted maid, she wouldn’t dare believe it.

Prime Minister Zhao, being close, naturally heard it clearly too.

He raised a hand to his forehead.

Does this count as their Zhao Family neglecting Princess Yinchuan?

"Let’s pretend we don’t know about this," Prime Minister Zhao instructed.

The maid nodded vigorously.

Who dared to spread this outside?

Miss Tang sleeping on the floor would disgrace not only herself but also the Zhao Family.

If someone inadvertently leaked this, it wouldn’t just cost a few heads.

Yet with Prime Minister Zhao’s words, the maid felt less worried about being silenced.

Princess Yinchuan’s habit of sleeping on the floor would inevitably be exposed; unless she changed it, not enough maids would be spared.

When the maid returned, Princess Yinchuan was already awake, and the bedding restored.

Apart from her, no one knew about Princess Yinchuan sleeping on the floor.

The maid felt a bit awkward seeing Princess Yinchuan.

Princess Yinchuan’s ears reddened; after all, it was an embarrassing matter.

Everyone understood without speaking; nobody said a word.

After freshening up, Princess Yinchuan went to pay her respects to Prime Minister Zhao and Mrs. Zhao Xiang.

Prime Minister Zhao and Mrs. Zhao Xiang were a bit unable to sit still on their chairs, quickly saying, "Sit down, we’re all family; there’s no need for these formalities in the future."

Princess Yinchuan smiled and nodded, sitting down to share the meal.

Just as she picked up her chopsticks, a young boy ran in from outside, calling, "Papa, Mama."

This call softened both Prime Minister Zhao and Mrs. Zhao Xiang’s hearts.

The boy was only five years old, with a lovely appearance, carved from jade, making anyone want to hold him and never let go.

The little boy ran over, directly burrowing into Mrs. Zhao Xiang’s arms, looking at Princess Yinchuan with wide eyes, "Mom, is she my cousin?"

Mrs. Zhao Xiang nodded, "Call her cousin."

The little boy climbed down from Prime Minister Zhao’s lap, properly greeting Princess Yinchuan, "Hello, cousin."

Princess Yinchuan pinched his cheek, "So adorable."

The little boy stepped back, softly saying, "Adorable describes girls."

Princess Yinchuan couldn’t help but laugh.

The young boy’s surname was Zhao, named Chaoyang.

Prime Minister Zhao, having a son late in life, had a son younger than his grandson, hoping his son would thrive like the morning sun.

Truthfully, this son was hard-earned.

Under Prime Minister Zhao, there was only one daughter, married to Dong Chenglang, and after Zhao Xu ascended the throne, the Zhao Family had grown cold.

Miss Zhao bore a son, worried the Zhao Mansion was too quiet, often brought him back.

Dong Chenglang frequently accompanied them, but within the Zhao Family, he was often scolded by his father-in-law.

Even Dong Chenglang grew somewhat afraid.

But no matter how bold he was, he wouldn’t dare encourage his father-in-law to take a concubine and have another son to liven up the mansion, fearing his wife might beat him to death.