Chapter 10: For the Sake of Meat

Outside the wall, there were densely packed people.

Men, women, old and young, dressed in very ordinary, even shabby, clothes, holding various things in their hands.

For example, a bunch of green vegetables, a package of snacks, a chicken…

They were begging the guards, not knowing what they were asking for.

Seeing Jiang Li and the others, the crowd suddenly became excited.

Princess Consort, it’s the Princess Consort!

They knelt down in unison towards Jiang Li’s direction.

Jiang Li: …

Oh heavens.

What is this?

Why are so many people kowtowing to her?

Could it be patients she had treated before?

But those were all scattered, and she was also very low-key, how did these people know she was getting married?

Most importantly, she didn’t recognize a single one of them.

Get up, get up quickly, she couldn’t help but say.

At this time, an old woman nearby, with red eyes, said: Girl, just let us kowtow to the Princess Consort. Please, Princess Consort, help us take good care of the Prince.

Girl?

Princess Consort?

Jiang Li belatedly realized that almost everyone’s eyes were eagerly cast on Douchou, who was wearing a veil.

Good heavens, in the end, she was unworthy.

These people thought Douchou was the Princess Consort.

The Princess Consort doesn’t like everyone kneeling to her, get up quickly, Jiang Li said.

After a while, she finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that these people were all old acquaintances who had been related to the Eastern Palace.

Did the Eastern Palace need so many people to serve it?

No wonder everyone broke their heads trying to become the Crown Prince!

These people were grateful for Prince Ping’s past care, and having heard from somewhere that he was getting married today, they all came to congratulate him.

But these people were too uniformly poor… Clearly, they hadn’t been doing well since leaving the Eastern Palace.

Although Jiang Li was shocked, she wasn’t the person involved after all, and couldn’t fully empathize.

But Mosheng behind her was already sobbing.

The Prince thanks you, thank you.

What Prince Ping had experienced over the years, only Mosheng knew best.

Jiang Li originally wanted to come and buy things, but unexpectedly received two large sacks of gifts.

Well, it was destined that her sacks would be used.

However, until they left, many people still thought that Douchou was the Princess Consort.

Jiang Li didn’t correct them either.

When she easily carried a sack of things, Mosheng was shocked, and then he tried to take the other sack.

He couldn’t move it, he couldn’t move it at all.

Mosheng’s face turned red.

Fortunately, Jian Lai, seeing that he hadn’t returned for too long, came to find him and silently carried the other sack on his shoulder.

After Jiang Li helped bring the things back, she asked, Where to put them?

These were for Prince Ping, she didn’t want them.

Put them in the kitchen, put them in the kitchen, for the Princess Consort to use, Mosheng said busily, like a dog.

These things wouldn’t turn into delicious food in his hands anyway.

It was really good that the Princess Consort married in.

Jiang Li hadn’t seen through his intentions, but anyway, they had to eat, and it wouldn’t hurt to bring a bite out for Prince Ping and the others, especially since these ingredients were provided by Prince Ping.

But Douchou was unhappy, turned around and entered the door, leaving everyone with a back view.

She didn’t like her sister being nice to any man.

Jiang Li also knew her problem and didn’t take it to heart, taking Zhi Zi to sort out the things that everyone had sent and put them away.

Mosheng was diligent and kept helping.

After packing up, he rubbed his hands excitedly: Princess Consort, when will you cook? I’ll help you with the fire.

No need. Jiang Li wasn’t used to being too close to unfamiliar people, You go back and serve the Prince.

Ah, the Prince!

Mosheng immediately blamed himself, how could he forget the Prince for the sake of food.

He also had to go back and tell the Prince that so many people had come to see him today.

He hadn’t been forgotten, please cheer up, he must cheer up.

He was the backbone of everyone.

Mosheng is quite interesting, Zhi Zi said with a smile.

He’s a good person, Jiang Li also said.

Putting aside everything else, not abandoning his master in distress, not many people could do this.

There are no filial sons in front of a long-term illness, let alone him

Outside the wall, there were densely packed people.

Men, women, old and young, dressed in very ordinary, even shabby, clothes, holding various things in their hands.

For example, a bunch of green vegetables, a package of snacks, a chicken…

They were begging the guards, not knowing what they were asking for.

Seeing Jiang Li and the others, the crowd suddenly became excited.

Princess Consort, it’s the Princess Consort!

They knelt down in unison towards Jiang Li’s direction.

Jiang Li: …

Oh heavens.

What is this?

Why are so many people kowtowing to her?

Could it be patients she had treated before?

But those were all scattered, and she was also very low-key, how did these people know she was getting married?

Most importantly, she didn’t recognize a single one of them.

Get up, get up quickly, she couldn’t help but say.

At this time, an old woman nearby, with red eyes, said: Girl, just let us kowtow to the Princess Consort. Please, Princess Consort, help us take good care of the Prince.

Girl?

Princess Consort?

Jiang Li belatedly realized that almost everyone’s eyes were eagerly cast on Douchou, who was wearing a veil.

Good heavens, in the end, she was unworthy.

These people thought Douchou was the Princess Consort.

The Princess Consort doesn’t like everyone kneeling to her, get up quickly, Jiang Li said.

After a while, she finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that these people were all old acquaintances who had been related to the Eastern Palace.

Did the Eastern Palace need so many people to serve it?

No wonder everyone broke their heads trying to become the Crown Prince!

These people were grateful for Prince Ping’s past care, and having heard from somewhere that he was getting married today, they all came to congratulate him.

But these people were too uniformly poor… Clearly, they hadn’t been doing well since leaving the Eastern Palace.

Although Jiang Li was shocked, she wasn’t the person involved after all, and couldn’t fully empathize.

But Mosheng behind her was already sobbing.

The Prince thanks you, thank you.

Only Mosheng knew best what Prince Ping had experienced over the years.

Jiang Li originally wanted to come and buy things, but unexpectedly received two large sacks of gifts.

Well, it was destined that her sacks would be used.

However, until they left, many people still thought that Douchou was the Princess Consort.

Jiang Li didn’t correct them either.

When she easily carried a sack of things, Mosheng was shocked, and then he tried to take the other sack.

He couldn’t move it, he couldn’t move it at all.

Mosheng’s face turned red.

Fortunately, Jian Lai, seeing that he hadn’t returned for too long, came to find him and silently carried the other sack on his shoulder.

After Jiang Li helped bring the things back, she asked, Where to put them?

These were for Prince Ping, she didn’t want them.

Put them in the kitchen, put them in the kitchen, for the Princess Consort to use, Mosheng said busily, like a dog.

These things wouldn’t turn into delicious food in his hands anyway.

It was really good that the Princess Consort married in.

Jiang Li hadn’t seen through his intentions, but anyway, they had to eat, and it wouldn’t hurt to bring a bite out for Prince Ping and the others, especially since these ingredients were provided by Prince Ping.

But Douchou was unhappy, turned around and entered the door, leaving everyone with a back view.

She didn’t like her sister being nice to any man.

Jiang Li also knew her problem and didn’t take it to heart, taking Zhi Zi to sort out the things that everyone had sent and put them away.

Mosheng was diligent and kept helping.

After packing up, he rubbed his hands excitedly: Princess Consort, when will you cook? I’ll help you with the fire.

No need. Jiang Li wasn’t used to being too close to unfamiliar people, You go back and serve the Prince.

Ah, the Prince!

Mosheng immediately blamed himself, how could he forget the Prince for the sake of food.

He also had to go back and tell the Prince that so many people had come to see him today.

He hadn’t been forgotten, please cheer up, he must cheer up.

He was the backbone of everyone.

Mosheng is quite interesting, Zhi Zi said with a smile.

He’s a good person, Jiang Li also said.

Putting aside everything else, not abandoning his master in distress, not many people could do this.

There are no filial sons in front of a long-term illness, let alone him who was still an outsider.

Douchou is angry, Zhi Zi said timidly.

It’s okay. She’s stuck in a rut, she’ll be fine in a while, Jiang Li said.

People’s bottom line is very low, so there are always some people who can do beastly things, such as those who have hurt Douchou in the past.

But there are also always some other people who retain kindness and warmth.

For example, Prince Ping, who didn’t yell at her just because she married in.

From Mosheng, you could also see the shadow of the master.

As long as she could live in peace with Prince Ping, Jiang Li would be satisfied.

As for what exactly had happened to Prince Ping in the past, she didn’t know.

When she only heard about it in the past, she might have condemned him like everyone else.

But when two people were going to live under the same roof, she would think, she didn’t know the truth back then, so she couldn’t make reckless comments.

Because for her, Prince Ping was no longer the legendary deposed crown prince, but a “roommate” she was going to spend a long time with.

Treating the people around her with caution was her consistent principle.

She wouldn’t have a fit of saintly compassion and get involved in Prince Ping’s affairs, but she wouldn’t harbor malice towards him either.

Maintaining distance and living in peace was the best state right now.

Oh, my letter, I haven’t found someone to take it home yet! Jiang Li belatedly thought of the thing she had forgotten.

Zhi Zi said busily, This servant will go find someone.

Okay. Jiang Li still had to prepare the wonton filling, and she really couldn’t leave right now.

Tonight, they wouldn’t eat shepherd’s purse wontons, but bok choy and pork wontons.

As soon as Zhi Zi went out, Mosheng’s heart-wrenching cry came from the main room: Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up!

Jiang Li: Quickly tell her, this is Prince Ping’s normal state, it’s not because she married in that he’s about to be killed off by her.

Her life isn’t that hard, right.

Jiang Li continued to stir her dumpling filling, silently saying: It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me.

Sometimes, the more you know, the faster you die.

But Mosheng’s crying was getting louder and louder…

Jiang Li: Is he already cold?

Then, can she still eat these pork wontons tonight?

If the Prince dies, she has to observe mourning and can’t eat meat!

Forget it, forget it, for the sake of eating meat, she’ll go take a look.