In a flash, Chunfeng and his party had been welcomed into the front hall to serve tea.
After Chunfeng sat down, he went straight to the point: "I took the liberty of visiting today. I accidentally heard that the eldest lady of the Ji family has outstanding talents and extraordinary appearance. Therefore, I want to come and have a look at her beauty. Is it convenient?"
Chunfeng's eyes naturally looked at the eldest lady, and after finishing speaking, he waited for her answer.
The meaning was obvious, she was here to see her daughter today.
Mrs. Ji was stunned when she heard this, feeling a little panicked in her heart.
The daughter is indeed talented and beautiful, but the princess is here...
Could it be because of Mr. Duan
Mrs. Ji's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a bit.
"On behalf of my little daughter, I would like to thank the princess for your love, but... my little daughter is feeling a little unwell today, I am afraid... "
Mrs. Ji lowered her head to the spring breeze, with a respectful look on her face, and said with some embarrassment.
I don't know what the princess meant. Yan'er happened to be ill today and was still feeling a little unwell, so it was inconvenient to see guests.
As a princess, if she does something wrong, she might be blamed. It would be bad if her daughter was punished.
The more Mrs. Ji thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
Over the years, she has been by her daughter's side, and she is fully aware of the estrangement and back-and-forth between her daughter and Mr. Duan.
It was obvious that they were two people who were interested in each other, but because of their daughter's illness, they only stayed on that layer of window paper.
As a mother, she would naturally be willing to have someone as gentle as Mr. Duan and knowledgeable in medicine take care of her daughter.
But just because she is willing, it doesn’t mean that the princess is also willing!
If nothing else, just talking about her daughter's illness, coupled with the difference in status, is difficult for most people to accept.
I want to be promoted in the spring. Although I don't have an official position now, I am still a handsome and talented man who was honored in the Jinluan Palace back then.
She doesn't have many relatives, but her maternal grandfather is the Duke of the country, her eldest sister is the former queen, her second sister is Princess Yao, and she is the biological mother of the current emperor. Together with the empress dowager, they were all women whose mothers respected the world.
Such a family background is beyond the reach of their small family.
In Mrs. Ji's nervous mood, Chunfeng was about to raise her hand to signal her not to be nervous when she suddenly heard a high-pitched voice.
"Well, the princess doesn't know something. Our eldest lady has been suffering from this disease for many years. Most of us don't go out to meet guests on weekdays. The relationship between the ladies and sisters in the mansion is quite good. Why don't we give up today? How about the second lady coming to show off to the princess?"
The person who spoke this time was the second wife, Mrs. Qin!
Ms. Qin is fair-skinned and beautiful, with curved eyebrows and an oval face. She is a typical delicate beauty.
If she were not so ostentatiously dressed, and if she removed the hint of coquettishness between her eyebrows and eyes, she would be a little more beautiful, and she would be a little more dignified and steady like a royal wife.
It's just that the gorgeous clothes she is wearing now and the gold and pearls on her head make people feel gaudy and not favorable at all.
Hearing what the second sister-in-law said, Mrs. Ji's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head and secretly glanced at Chunfeng's expression, then glared at the second room's Qin with a displeased face.
It's a pity that people seemed to not see it, just rolled their eyes and ignored it.
All this was clearly seen by Chunfeng, who was pretending to drink tea, and thought to himself, this Ji Mansion is really like someone who came back after asking about it.
Gently putting down the gold-painted tea bowl in his hand, Chunfeng pulled out a faint smile on his lips.