The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

This year, the Duke of England's mansion has become increasingly lively.

Happy events happened one after another in the family, and the Duke of England was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

Old Madam Yan always had a smile on her face, and she looked much better.

It was the first time that Jiang Tiyu faced his wife’s pregnancy. He was at a loss as to what to do, so he went to Ming Mansion to invite his mother-in-law.

One was to reassure his wife, and the other was to let everyone in the Ming Mansion see that Ming Yunwei was highly valued in the Duke of Ying's Mansion.

Ming Yunwei's pregnancy looks good, but a pregnant woman should not overwork herself.

At the eldest princess's strong request, officials from the Ministry of Rites were once again invited to assist in Jiang Zhiyue's wedding ceremony.

This time, the people from the Ministry of Rites came with experience.

Instead, the Princess's Mansion was extremely busy.

The eldest princess was dissatisfied with the betrothal gift that had been set before, and wanted to add some treasures that she had already selected into it.

Duke Lu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and explained to the Princess that the three books and six engagements were all fixed, so how could they be changed at the last minute?

But the eldest princess insisted on her own way, and Duke Lu had no choice but to send his son for help.

As a result, after his son came, Duke Lu was overwhelmed.

Lu Qingxiao didn't care much about this. If his mother wanted to add more, she could do so, and the palaces on both sides would also add more.

Seeing his son's appearance, Duke Lu knew what was going on.

His son is also a hero who is tempted by beauty.

The princess looked at Duke Lu with pride, even provocative: "Wu Bing and I both agree, do you have any objections?"

What can Duke Lu say, what opinions can he have?

Does he dare to have any opinion?

Duke Lu learned from his son that the palace also agreed, so he simply gave up and handed over full power to the eldest princess.

Lu Qingxiao glanced at his father with a faint smile on his lips.

The eldest princess was busy with her son's marriage, and she was in much better spirits than before.

Fu Li was worried that the eldest princess's body could not hold on, so she asked an old doctor to take her pulse. Unexpectedly, the eldest princess's pulse was as strong as a bull's head.

The old doctor was happy: "This is a good medicine for the good mood. There is no need to stop it. Your Highness is fine like this."

Fu Li felt relieved after hearing what the old doctor said.

Following Princess Boyang, she was busy taking care of all the matters related to Lu Qingxiao's wedding.

Duke Lu loved the eldest princess so much that he simply regarded himself as the eldest princess's superior. No matter what the eldest princess said, he would never go west.

……

March 9th is a very auspicious day.

It is also the day when Jiang Zhiyue and Lu Qingxiao get married.

The days of wedding preparations after the New Year passed by in a flash, and in the blink of an eye it was the ninth day of March.

On the night of the eighth day of the first lunar month, Jiang Zhiyue was touching the bridal gown for tomorrow's wedding in Yansiyuan, and even felt a little dazed.

When Madam Yu arrived, she happened to see such a touching scene of the beauty's face under the lamp.

She paused slightly, and Jiang Zhiyue came to his senses and saw Madam Yu.

"aunt."

Jiang Zhiyue stood up to greet him. Madam Yu walked forward with a smile and touched Jiang Zhiyue's long hair.

"Just now I thought I saw your mother when she was young."

Madam Yu was older than Yu Qi. When Yu Qi married Duke Yingguo, it was she who sent Yu Qi off.

Jiang Zhiyue smiled slightly and glanced over: "Do I look like my mother?"

Madam Yu smiled and nodded: "You are born well, you have inherited the best qualities of your parents. Your eyebrows and eyes are like your father, and your demeanor is more like your mother."

Jiang Zhiyue asked his aunt to sit down and asked Changying to serve tea.

Madam Yu waved her hand: "You guys go out first."

Jiang Zhiyue's biological mother died early, and there are some private matters that a girl needs to be taught by her elders before she gets married.

Mrs. Qiao and Jiang Zhiyue were not very close as her grandmother was already very old.

Ming Yunwei could do it, but she is pregnant now and it is not convenient for her to do it.

So, Madam Yu came.

In Madam Yu's eyes, little Achan was no different from her own daughter.

Jiang Zhiyue vaguely knew what Madam Yu was here for. She blushed and lowered her head slightly, too embarrassed to look at Madam Yu.

The more Madam Yu looked at her little niece, the more she loved her. How could her future son-in-law not be attracted to such a pretty girl?

Madam Yu pushed the small box she was carrying over and whispered something to Jiang Zhiyue.

Jiang Zhiyue's ears suddenly turned red as if bleeding.

Madam Yu stopped at the right time. She gently reminded Jiang Zhiyue of some taboos in sex. Jiang Zhiyue blushed and memorized them.

Seeing the little girl in front of her who was almost shy to death, Madam Yu did not stay long. She let her rest early and left first.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at the small box in front of him and opened it curiously to take a few glances.

Just those few glances made Jiang Zhiyue feel as embarrassed as a ripe red apple.

When Changying came in, she saw her young lady in such a state and thought she had a fever. She was startled and hurried over.

Jiang Zhiyue was even more panicked than Changying. She closed the box in a hurry, her heart pounding like thunder, as if she were a thief.

Chang Ying sensed something was wrong and asked tentatively, "Miss, what did your aunt say? Are you okay?"

Jiang Zhiyue shook her head, but her red face and ears betrayed her.

Changying seemed to understand again, and she suddenly felt embarrassed.

Jiang Zhiyue put the small box at the bottom of her dowry box and then let out a long sigh.

She and Changying looked at each other, and both couldn't help laughing.

Chang Ying smiled until tears welled up in her eyes. Jiang Zhiyue was stunned, "Why are you crying again?"

Chang Ying quickly wiped away her tears and said, "I am happy and have been waiting for the day when the young lady will get married."

Jiang Zhiyue nodded at her and said, "Silly girl, this day will come soon."

Changying smiled slightly, "I will follow you forever, young lady."

Jiang Zhiyue laughed at her for being clingy, and Changying didn't refute.

Just as the master and servant had finished packing, Chang Hui knocked on the door and said that the old lady had arrived.

Jiang Zhiyue quickly put on his clothes and prepared to go out to greet her, but the old lady was quick on her feet and came in first.

"Grandma, why are you here so late? If you have something to ask, just ask me to go to Chunhui Hall to see you."

Jiang Zhiyue felt sorry for her grandmother and helped her sit down.

Old Madam Yan glanced at the maids, and they immediately understood and bowed and walked out. Nanny Cheng was the last one to leave, and she considerately closed the door for the grandparents and grandchildren.

Old Madam Yan also came with a box. The box was not small and it took Jiang Zhiyue both hands to hold it.

Jiang Zhiyue knew at a glance that this was the make-up that her grandmother had secretly given her.

"Grandma, my granddaughter's dowry is very generous, so I can't take away your private money anymore." Jiang Zhiyue took the old lady's hand and acted coquettishly, showing great attachment to her.

Old Lady Yan patted her granddaughter's hand and said lovingly, "These are not only mine, but also the ones your mother left for you. They are all here."

Jiang Zhiyue was stunned.

Old Lady Yan added, "Your mother loved you very much. She gave these to me before she died, hoping that I could marry you off on her behalf."

Jiang Zhiyue gently leaned on Old Lady Yan's lap and said, "Granddaughter knows. Thank you for your kindness in raising me all these years. I will never forget it."

Old Lady Yan patted her granddaughter gently, feeling extremely reluctant to let her go.