Having a Baby Before Marrying a Wicked Husband - Chapter 94

The Emperor chuckled a few times, didn’t say much, and let Jiang Manyue leave. As for whether to follow the two choices he mentioned, the Emperor did not explicitly say.

The Emperor’s attitude was very ambiguous, but Jiang Manyue couldn’t be bothered to delve into it. In this world, the most elusive thing is not just a woman’s heart; the Emperor’s heart is also difficult to fathom. It could be likened to a drop of rain falling into the sea, once it enters, it leaves no trace.

No matter what, it was impossible to see through it.

People who try to guess the Emperor’s heart often end up with unfavorable outcomes. There are only two types of people who can deal with it calmly: one is the fool who doesn’t guess at all, and the other is the clever one who chooses to turn a blind eye after seeing clearly.

The quickest to perish are those who think themselves clever.

Jiang Manyue chose to be the fool who doesn’t guess. He had nothing to lose; he came into this world with nothing and would leave with nothing, without any attachments.

He had a partner and a young son, so naturally he cherished his life.

The Emperor’s imperial decree arrived exceptionally quickly, even earlier than Jiang Manyue returning home. When Jiang Manyue arrived home, he saw Yan Cai holding the decree in a daze. His son was sitting on a blanket on the wooden floor, concentrating on playing with his little ball.

When he saw Jiang Manyue, he threw the ball aside and tried to stand up with his arms, but because his arms were short and chubby, he couldn’t get up for a long time.

Jiang Manyue quickly walked a few steps, picked up his son from the ground, and kissed his cheek.

“Father , father!” The son was twisting excitedly in his arms, after a while not knowing what he wanted to become. His chubby arms were particularly strong, and his saliva smeared Jiang Manyue’s face.

Hearing the noise, the bewildered Yan Cai immediately jumped up, causing everything on the table to fall to the ground, including the decree. He nervously picked it up. Fortunately, no one else saw him throwing the decree to the ground.

“Manyue, what do you think the Emperor means by this?” Yan Cai shook the bright yellow decree in his hand; he knew Jiang Manyue must be aware of it.

“What else could it mean?” Jiang Manyue laughed, holding his son with one hand and patting the confused Yan Cai with the other. “He’s giving you the title of a carefree prince, aren’t you happy?”

“This… feels like a pie falling from the sky, a bit unreliable.”

“Don’t panic, it’s not a big deal,” Jiang Manyue pulled Yan Cai to sit on a nearby chair. The two were close, knees touching, Jiang Manyue held his hand, gently rubbing Yan Cai’s fingertips. “You don’t need to do anything, it’s just a title where you can receive a monthly salary. ‘Ease and comfort’ means letting you live freely, right?”

Yan Cai’s heart moved. He slid off the chair, resting his head on Jiang Manyue’s lap. Qingke saw his father’s head in front of him and couldn’t resist grabbing Yan Cai’s hair, but Yan Cai stopped his mischievous hand.

“You mean—I’ve found a job where I can get paid every month without working,” Yan Cai felt he grasped the crux of the problem.

Jiang Manyue’s flawless smile momentarily froze on his face, then he looked helplessly at Yan Cai. Well, Yan Cai was just too lazy to move, and his only concern was the salary.

Ignoring Jiang Manyue’s gaze, Yan Cai stretched and hummed a bit. He just liked money and was too lazy to move.

In his past life, he had worked hard and had no fixed abode, always on the move every day. In this life, he just wanted to be an honest landlord, collecting rent, living a comfortable life under the southern mountains where beans are grown.

For the first time since receiving the decree, his subtle mood swings seemed as calm and clear as the blue sky and white clouds.

“You’re right. I’ll think of it as finding a job where I can get paid without working. When I think of it like that, it’s quite beautiful,” Yan Cai chuckled innocently. “I’m sure I can support you and our son.”

“Yeah. You’re the best. Both me and our son rely on you,” Jiang Manyue followed his words, praising Yan Cai until his tail almost wagged.

“That’s natural. I’ll definitely support you guys.” Unable to help but boast, Yan Cai’s face reddened a bit. He turned his head, thinking of something. “Hey, if I become the prince, then Manyue, wouldn’t you be my princess?”

He looked Jiang Manyue up and down. He was slender and elegant, incredibly attractive. He couldn’t imagine finding anyone as beautiful as him even if he searched with a lantern.

No princess or concubine could compare to him.

Yan Cai narrowed his eyes and smiled very proudly.

Jiang Manyue didn’t tell Yan Cai about the Emperor’s final question, quietly keeping it to himself. He would resign sooner or later; it was only a matter of time.

As autumn winds rose, in the blink of an eye, it was already the next year. If by next year, a heartfelt wish was fulfilled and there were no more worries, then it would be the time for him to completely break free from this cage.

Realizing that he was drifting off, Yan Cai quickly caught his attention by scratching his hand, bringing Jiang Manyue back to the present.

Since it was a royal title, it naturally involved more than just a name. There were corresponding rewards, many of which were valuable but difficult to sell, such as antiques stored in the Emperor’s private treasury for a long time.

Yan Cai didn’t appreciate such things; he only felt they took up too much space. However, the Emperor also bestowed a mansion, perfect for storing these bulky and space-consuming items.

The new mansion was quite large. The Emperor, being lazy, directly gave Yan Cai the former mansion of a prince, casually renovating it to make it look less decrepit before giving it away.

This implied that if Yan Cai found it too dilapidated, he should renovate it himself.

Yan Cai went in to inspect and found the place truly spacious. The previous prince who lived here was said to have been very wealthy, so the mansion was luxurious and splendid, with even just the garden being quite impressive.

Yan Cai knew nothing about gardening; he just felt it was too large and would cost too much to decorate. He was unwilling to spend that much money, so he decided against major renovations and only had the obviously damaged areas repaired, preserving most of the original appearance of the mansion.

Surprisingly, after the renovations, the mansion looked completely different. By removing the old and decaying elements, its original magnificence and splendor were revealed.

For example, the garden, with its ten scenic spots changing with the seasons, was exquisite in every detail. Because of this, Yan Cai specifically inquired about the previous prince.

Who was this extravagant figure?

Upon inquiry, Yan Cai’s face turned green. The former prince had been extremely influential in his time but was ultimately executed by the previous Emperor for rebellion, and the mansion was confiscated.

Yan Cai immediately felt that this omen wasn’t very auspicious.

“Uh-oh. Could it be that this house has bad feng shui?” Yan Cai muttered to himself.

Fortunately, he wasn’t obligated to live there. He still preferred his own modest place, which was enough for his family of three, even with Jiang Manyue’s younger brother tagging along.

Yan Cai’s sudden transformation from a commoner to a prince surprised countless people.

First and foremost was Lin Shu. He never imagined that his partner would turn out to be so powerful. But this was good; it meant their support in the store would be solid.

Once the business at the old store stabilized, Lin Shu planned to open another branch. By then, it would still be Yan Cai’s investment.

Anyway, he enjoyed the thrill of making money through calculations, and Yan Cai enjoyed the joy of earning without having to strain his brain.

Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, everyone came to congratulate Yan Cai. Many more people sent invitations to him. Yan Cai looked at those invitation cards inviting him for tea, and he didn’t recognize any of them.

Fortunately, Jiang Manyue said that if he didn’t want to go, he shouldn’t go, so he didn’t need to care. Yan Cai rejected them all with confidence.

Jiang Nan was so angry at home that his teeth itched.

He hated Jiang Manyue and Yan Cai even more.

He heard their conversation with the Emperor that day. This disobedient son actually agreed. What princess! Bah! Shameless!

A grown man, thinking of becoming a princess, was an embarrassment to the Jiang family.

Jiang Nan, in his anger, claimed to be seriously ill and bedridden, not attending court for several days.

As for other civil and military officials, they were also puzzled. Since Jiang Manyue had become a princess, he shouldn’t have to attend court. But since the Emperor hadn’t said anything, they didn’t know what to do. Didn’t you see that the Emperor still asked him to report on his duties every day?

This shows that the emperor didn’t mean it that way. Everyone understood and didn’t say anything. Even those censor officials who usually spoke out had surprisingly remained silent this time.

Everyone was a bit troubled about what to call the talented young man. The title of Wang Fei made their faces blush red, and they couldn’t bring themselves to say it

Although the Tanghua was quite handsome, not inferior to those princesses, even surpassing them.

But no matter how beautiful he is, he still looks like a tall and tall man.