Long Rui sat by the pool, admiring the goldfish while feeding them, with a very elegant demeanor.
Yet his face still wore a cold mask, making it difficult to discern his complexion.
Long Yi stood quietly by his side.
Not far away, there were a few guards and old maids waiting. The Prince had just recovered from an illness, so the steward was uneasy and had arranged for people to wait around just in case.
It seems that the folk belief of warding off evil spirits through marriage had some effect. Just two days after the wedding, the Prince's vitality had improved significantly.
The steward felt quite gratified. Although the Princess Consort was arrogant and caused a scene in the mansion on the second day, as long as she was beneficial to the Prince, he wouldn't interfere. After all, there were too many women in the Prince's Mansion, and managing them all was exhausting.
"The Prince, the Princess Consort is coming."
