Chapter summary of Chapter 1868 – The Prime Minister's Darling by Folk Remedy
In Chapter 1868, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel The Prime Minister's Darling by Folk Remedy, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of The Prime Minister's Darling.
The young marquis’ wedding made the Marquis Residence lively for the entire night. The opera troupe rotated three shifts, singing until their voices were hoarse, and it wasn’t until the sky was tinged with the light of dawn that the event ended.
Little Yiyi couldn’t sleep because of the noise and wailed throughout the night, keeping Princess Xinyang up late as well.
When she opened her eyes, she realized it was already daylight. Pressing her aching temples, she said, "Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?"
Yujin helped her sit up and whispered, "You went to bed so late last night. It’s still early now, why not sleep a bit longer?"
Princess Xinyang waved her hand tiredly, "I can’t sleep, Ahen and Gu Jiao will come to serve tea soon."
On the first day of the wedding, the daughter-in-law has to serve tea to the parents-in-law to be formally recognized by the family.
Although Princess Xinyang acknowledged Gu Jiao in her heart, she was a person of tradition and couldn’t neglect the rituals.
She freshened up, changed into dignified attire, and sat at the dressing table.
Yujin came over to do her hair.
She said, "You didn’t rest well either, did you? You don’t need to work today; let Huaping come over."
Yujin smiled, "I slept well, I wasn’t here last night."
At this point, her voice paused, and she looked at her princess in the bronze mirror. Sure enough, the princess looked unhappy.
She cleared her throat and fell silent, quietly doing Princess Xinyang’s hair.
As she was combing, her expression started to look off.
Princess Xinyang saw it in the mirror and asked curiously, "What’s with your expression?"
Yujin’s eyes flickered, "Nothing."
Princess Xinyang: "You do."
Yujin opened her mouth, and with some reluctance, said, "Next time, you should ask the marquis to be more careful."
"Careful about what?" Princess Xinyang had just asked when she followed Yujin’s gaze in the mirror and saw a reddish mark on her neck.
She took a sharp breath in, finally understanding Yujin’s expression.
She stated primly, "It’s a mosquito bite, not what you think."
Yujin continued combing, "Oh."
From Yujin’s tone, Princess Xinyang knew she didn’t believe her and sighed, "It really is a mosquito bite!"
"If you say so." Yujin raised an eyebrow, tying a section of hair into a bun and fixing it with a jade pin on Princess Xinyang’s head. "The marquis left late last night..."
Princess Xinyang gritted her teeth, "That’s because Yiyi cried half the night!"
Yujin smiled slightly, "If you say so!"
Anyway, I don’t believe it!
Princess Xinyang felt at a loss for words, just then, Marquis Xuanping came in looking refreshed.
Men and women are different, both slept late but while she was exhausted, he was energetic.
Princess Xinyang glared at him, then noticed he had a similar reddish mark on his neck.
Marquis Xuanping noticed her gaze, "Qin Fengwan, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my neck?"
He looked in the mirror, "When did this happen? No wonder it’s itchy."
Yujin stifled a laugh.
Princess Xinyang shot her a glare.
Yujin held back her laughter and said, "Marquis, was it a mosquito bite? It couldn’t have been a person, could it?"
You two were too intense last night!
Yujin really misunderstood. Nothing happened last night; there were just too many mosquitoes. In retrospect, Little Yiyi’s crying wasn’t just because the opera troupe was loud; she might have been bitten too.
But how could she explain it so Yujin would believe her?
Princess Xinyang felt so frustrated she wanted to hit someone.
To Marquis Xuanping, her demeanor suggested something else. He lazily sat on the dressing table and sneered coldly, "Qin Fengwan, are you accusing me of going out to find another woman last night?"
Princess Xinyang coldly glanced at Yujin, signaling this was her doing.
Yujin pinched her comb, "Ah, I think I hear Jingkong! I’ll go check on him!"
With that, she dashed out of the room.
Princess Xinyang couldn’t be bothered to explain.
Anyway, even if she did, he had a hundred reasons not to believe it.
"Go find whoever you want, it has nothing to do with me." She stood coldly and walked toward the cradle.
Marquis Xuanping looked at her back and suddenly spoke, "I didn’t find anyone else. I’m here every night with you; there’s no time to find another woman."
Princess Xinyang stopped by the cradle, didn’t turn around, and said coolly, "Go if you want, I’ll take care of Yiyi myself."
Marquis Xuanping raised an eyebrow, "That won’t work, you can’t calm her down."
Princess Xinyang took a deep breath, inwardly telling herself to stay calm and not to kill him, or Yiyi would be fatherless.
"Why are you here this morning? Yiyi doesn’t cry in the morning!"
At least she found a fault of his!
Marquis Xuanping sighed innocently, "Today the daughter-in-law serves tea. You won’t go to the Marquis Residence, so I had to come to the Princess Residence."
Princess Xinyang clenched her fists. It was indeed... a irrefutable reason!
For her son’s and daughter-in-law’s sake, Princess Xinyang suppressed her rising anger and didn’t argue with the irritating man.
The two of them sat down in the room.
Little Yiyi opened her eyes and immediately spotted her handsome father, happily waving her arms and legs.
"Where’s Qingqing?" Marquis Xuanping asked Qin Fengwan while holding his daughter.
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