Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage - Chapter 43
Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Your Highness Threw It Wrong!
Translator: 549690339
It wasn’t his first time seeing her, but it was the first time he saw her up close and in person.
Last time she had jumped into the water to save Xiaoqian, she sat on the bow of the boat shivering, looking like a drowned rat.
She was by no means attractive.
Even now, the Capital was still circulating stories of Lin Zizi’s beauty. Jiang Ning was said to have inherited her mother’s beauty completely, but those who actually saw her would only notice her lazy demeanor.
Her unique temperament was completely different from the nobility around her.
Others were graceful, standing tall and sitting upright.
But she was slouched lazily in a wheelchair.
Couldn’t the disabled sit properly?
She even dozed off.
What a sight.
As for the other five beauties, they were equally unappealing.
The Prince of Yu withdrew his gaze, his long eyelashes covering the touch of disdain and coldness in his eyes.
Concubine Jin opened her mouth: “You can just choose, with only a few people here, just give them a glance and pick a pleasing one. After all, they are all noble ladies, and any of them would be suitable for you.”
These words didn’t sound like they came from a mother.
But that was Concubine Jin’s personality, being cold to everyone, even the Emperor was often denied access to meet her.
Most of the time, Concubine Jin was not as affectionate and kind to her son as the Empress was.
A maid brought a tray with a delicate, rose-red, jade-etched flower ball inside.
About the size of an egg, it had tassels hanging beneath it.
The Empress smiled and said, “Whichever one Prince of Yu likes, give this to her as a betrothal gift. This is a tribute from the Southern Kingdom, worth a fortune.”
The ladies’ eyes turned hot as they looked at the rose-colored ball.
They eagerly watched the Prince of Yu, staring at the beautiful flower ball pinched between his slender fingers, imagining the scene where the flower ball was handed into their own hands.
One in five chances.
Everyone had a chance.
As for that disabled girl in a wheelchair at the back, she was simply ignored.
She even continued dozing off.
Huh, not afraid to annoy the Queen Mother and be beaten out with a plank.
It really made them wonder why Prime Minister Jiang insisted on sending such useless daughters into the palace.
Wasn’t it asking for ridicule?
Even if she was a long-lost daughter who had been separated for twelve years, she should have been pampered at home instead of coming here to compete with them.
Simply overestimating her abilities.
The beauties slightly raised their chins, welcoming the Prince of Yu’s flower ball with their brightest eyes and sweetest smiles.
But the Prince of Yu didn’t take another look at them, playing with the embroidered ball as he walked out. At the door, he seemed to remember and casually threw the flower ball back.
The ladies watched the direction the flower ball was flying in, wishing they could fly over and snatch it.
But in the presence of the Empress and Concubine Jin, they absolutely did not dare, and could only hold their breath.
Thump!
The flower ball accurately hit Jiang Ning’s hand and fell into her lap.
The Empress and Concubine Jin exchanged a glance.
The Empress’s look was somewhat meaningful, while Concubine Jin remained cool as usual.
The ladies murmured.
One of them couldn’t help but shout, “Your Highness threw it wrong! Threw it wrong!”
Prince of Yu said: “Since the concubine mother says the flower ball is the betrothal gift, whoever catches it will be my Princess Consort. Queen Mother, Concubine Mother, I have some matters to attend to and will take my leave.”
He left without looking back.
Even too lazy to look at the person hit by the flower ball, his future wife.
Jiang Ning was awakened from her nap, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a delicate and exquisite beautiful flower ball in her hands. She held it up in confusion: “Who dropped this?”
The beauties:”…”
“If you don’t want it, give it to me.” One envious beauty said..
