Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

Ming zhiyan pouted his lips in dissatisfaction. “Don’t…”

Jian Qingqing was screaming in her heart. The drunk Ming zhiyan was so cute that it was against the rules, but he was still so obedient. He was like a different person from his usual appearance.

Jian Qingqing could not resist it. She went forward and pecked his lips a few more times, coaxing, “Alright, it’s time to sleep.”

She called a manservant in loudly to help Ming Zhiyan to his room.

After being kissed a few times, Ming zhiyan was finally satisfied. He obediently let Jian Qingqing hold his hand. However, he refused the help of the manservant and stood shakily beside Jian Qingqing.

Jian Qingqing had no choice but to take him to the guest room.

It was a good thing that he did not act up when he was drunk. Although he could not walk steadily, he did not lean on her. Otherwise, she really was not sure if her small body could support such a tall person.

After a safe journey to the guest room, Jian Qingqing looked at him with some embarrassment. He did not look like he could wash up by himself, but he did not want to be touched by the manservant. She just led him to the bed and coaxed, “Be good and lie down. Close your eyes and sleep.”

Ming Zhiyan furrowed his brows, refuting her request, which was rare.

“Don’t~”

Jian Qingqing looked at him in confusion. “Then what are you going to do?”

“I can’t sleep without taking a shower.”

Jian Qingqing did not expect that he could still maintain this obsession with cleanliness after being drunk. She could only say unhappily, “Alright, alright, alright. I’ll get someone to bring you bathwater.”

The hot water was always in the kitchen, so it was quickly delivered.

He wanted to take a bath, so it was not convenient for Jian Qingqing to stay here. She could only let a servant boy in to look after him. “If you need anything, call for me loudly.”

The servant nodded respectfully.

Jian Qingqing listened to the movements inside worriedly from outside. Fortunately, nothing happened throughout the whole process, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She heard that Jian Qingqing only went in after Ming Zhiyan finished washing.

At this time, he was already sitting quietly by the bed in his white pajamas, and his eyes were a little clearer.

When he saw Jian Qingqing, he waved his hand and said with some embarrassment, “Thank you.”

Jian Qingqing waved her hand. ‘You should go to sleep.”

After drinking so much, Ming Zhiyan was also very sleepy. Although he sobered up after the shower, the aftereffects of the wine were still there. He lay down obediently, and not long after, the sound of even breathing could be heard.

Jian Qingqing stood by the bed and carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes. She used her hand to move across his face and could not help but laugh.

Yes, her fiancé was really good-looking.

The news that Ming Zhiyan had been made Princess Ding’an’s Prince Consort spread throughout the streets of the Capital that day, triggering a discussion among the people. Not long after, many people had gathered in the restaurants, teahouses, and food markets to discuss this matter.

Princess Yanhe was also the first to know. When she heard this news, her first reaction was disbelief. Ming Zhiyan was her son, but she did not agree to his engagement, so how could it be? And it was a woman she hated. The most ridiculous thing was that the news that came was that Zhiyan had married into the Jian Family.

How laughable. How could he do such a thing?

But after a while, she was slapped in the face. This matter was really true. It was an Imperial edict personally written by the Emperor and had already been read in Jian Qingqing’s residence.

Hearing this, Princess Yanhe angrily smashed everything in the room.

She felt as if she had been slapped in the face. As a mother, she had actually found out about her son’s marriage from an outsider. No one had ever told her. Everyone had ignored her completely..