My Wife is a Psychic

“Your father’s a good man. He actually gave you the cloud brocade chicken. The chicken is so delicious.” Jiang Xi knew that Zhao Ruifeng had lacked fatherly and motherly love since he was a child. When she heard that Zhao Hongwei had actually given up the cloud brocade chicken after he had been lining up early in the morning, she instantly felt that Zhao Hongwei was a good father.

Zhao Ruifeng was so focused on Jiang Xi’s tongue that he did not pay attention to what she was saying. He nodded seriously and said, “Yes, my father is not bad. When I put a gunny sack over him, beat him up, and threatened him to take out the cloud brocade chicken, he didn’t cry out. He knows the rules very well.

Jiang Xi, “…”

“Don’t worry, Miss Jiang Xi. The marquis bought it for the new concubine. He said that the new concubine had severe morning sickness and wanted to eat cloud brocade chicken. The marquis has so many daughters. If not for the new concubine saying that she was pregnant with a son and forcing the marquis to buy her a cloud brocade chicken, the Marquis would not have gone. After all, this is not the first time he has become a father.” The manservant behind Zhao Ruifeng said with a smile.

Although first-time fathers would usually place more importance on pregnant women, Zhao Hongwei had already been a father almost thirty times. There was no sense of novelty in this.

“There have been some changes in the palace these few days. Yingying accidentally fell into the lake yesterday, but she’s fine. However, she’ll only be able to come out after a few days. Sometimes, the people in the palace will let the daughters they sent stay a little longer to give face to the big families. Zhao Ruifeng paused for a moment. He did not say that there was a little girl who fell into the lake with Zhao Yingying, and it was said that the little girl’s temperament changed greatly after she woke up. She became somewhat awkward and unique, and even the emperor remembered the little girl’s name.

“Then, when Yingying comes out, should we celebrate?” Jiang Xi asked. It would not be easy to get Zhao Yingying out, and it was a joyous occasion to celebrate that Zhao Yingying could escape the palace as she wished.

“No need, no need,” Zhao Ruifeng waved his hand. If they had such a blatant celebration, he was afraid that the next time he entered the palace, he would not even have a seat at the gate.

“By the way, my father asked you to go to the Zhao residence for a family dinner. He said that your family is far away, and we’ll be a family in the future, so we should get to know each other first.” When Zhao Ruifeng said this, he did not feel guilty at all. It was as if he was not the one who had just put a gunny sack over his father’s head and beat him up to steal the cloud brocade chicken.

Jiang Xi nodded in agreement. She had a very happy meal today, and her stomach was round and full. Then, she slowly walked out of the door and went to the street for a walk. When her food was almost fully digested, Jiang Xi was about to go to the Jiang residence when she suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry from afar, “Young Miss, Young Miss! Young Miss, wake up! We’re almost home, almost home. The Master and Madam are still waiting for you to come home. Please hold on a little longer, we’ll be home soon. You’re about to marry the crown prince and be his wife. Can you just hold on a little longer?”

In the carriage, the maidservant held the woman in her arms and cried. The woman in the maidservant’s arms was dressed in plain clothes, which set off her pale face. Her lips were a little blue and purple, and her delicate little face was lifeless as if her last trace of life had been cut off. At this time, she was lying quietly in the carriage, and all the noise outside had nothing to do with her.

The carriage quickly passed by Jiang Xi, stirring up a cloud of dust. Jiang Xi heard someone behind her discussing, “Isn’t this the young lady from the Fang family who went to the imperial preceptor’s house this morning to seek medical treatment? Could it be… Sigh, this Miss Fang’s life is also hard. When she was engaged to the crown prince, her health was quite good, but why is it that after the engagement, her health is getting worse day by day? I heard that she was sick to the point that she couldn’t get out of bed some time ago. However, when the imperial preceptor had calculated Miss Fang and the crown prince’s Bazi Charts, he didn’t say that their Bazi Charts were incompatible.”

The person who spoke was a neighbor of the Jiang residence. When the neighbor saw Jiang Xi’s face, he quickly said with a smile, “This must be General Zhao’s fiancee, right? General Zhao told us to take care of you. If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.”