Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home Chapter 1340: This Is Praising Her Heart

Chapter 1340: This Is Praising Her Heart
Editor: Henyee Translations
Xiao Zhen and the others offered their congratulations to Princess Consort with warm smiles and showered her with compliments.
In truth, Princess Consort hadn’t sought credit for most of Qiao Xuan’s accomplishments, but she also didn’t object when servants hinted at her involvement.
Being praised in such a manner, especially as the Crown Prince’s beloved wife, brought her immense joy. It was a compliment that struck the mark precisely!
Auntie Fu couldn’t help but offer a reminder with a smile. “It’s all thanks to Madame Shao’s assistance that Her Majesty was able to resolve the issue. Her Majesty should consider rewarding Madame Shao once more.”
Feeling content, Princess Consort nodded in agreement and said with a smile, “Indeed, Ms. Qiao’s intelligence is truly remarkable. She devised a brilliant solution.”
“She has made a significant contribution to the Crown Prince, so she undoubtedly deserves a generous reward. Select a few fine items from the storeroom, some new brocades, and domestically crafted rouge powder. Once you’ve gathered them, have them delivered to her.”
“In any case, we must convey to Lord Shao the Crown Prince’s high regard for him.”
Auntie Fu respectfully bowed.
Within the palace, Empress Qi, Honored Princess Mei, and the others had anticipated a different outcome. They lamented how the Crown Prince’s family had basked in the limelight at the banquet. Rumor had it that Prince Nuo Nuo and his delegation had been utterly convinced by their response, making them even more disheartened about their own reserved behavior.
As for the Tian family, Tian Shanshan, and her daughter, they were deeply invested in this matter.
Upon hearing the events, Mrs. Tian’s interest waned, and she sneered dismissively. “The Crown Prince seems quite incensed this time. I never expected him to go to such lengths. Frankly, those barbarians are utterly inept; they don’t even know how to find fault with others. Instead, they were intimidated. My anticipation was in vain.”
The Tian Family had always aligned themselves with the Fourth Prince and Honored Princess Mei, and naturally, they harbored hopes of seeing the East Palace face difficulties.
Particularly when Shao Yunduan aligned himself with the Crown Prince, their antipathy towards the Crown Prince intensified. They harbored hopes of misfortune befalling the Crown Prince.
However, Tian Shanshan felt a twinge of unease. After discussing the situation with her mother for a while, she retreated to her room to rest.
Inside her room, the curtains adorned with intricate flower and butterfly embroidery hung low. The room’s occupants tossed and turned, unable to find sleep.
Tian Shanshan’s heart burned with intensity, her thoughts in tumult. Her heartbeats were erratic, and her cheeks blazed with warmth.
The more affronted she felt, the more compelled she was to subconsciously focus on him.
No one knew about Shao Yunduan’s actions within the court and his accomplishments there, but she had been keeping a close watch on him.
The more she observed him, the more she recognized his extraordinariness. Her thoughts became increasingly fixated on him, and she found it difficult to let go.
Tonight, she had just discovered his allure, and her heart was in turmoil, on the brink of leaping out of her chest.
A mix of emotions—shock, exhilaration, desolation, sadness, and joy—seemed to twist her internal organs into a tangled mess.
The sensation was both sour and bitter.
Never before had she felt such envy toward Qiao Xuan.
If she hadn’t been part of the equation, Shao Yunduan would have chosen her as his bride. There would have been no reason for him to decline her, and he never would have.
But then there was Qiao Xuan.
This woman hailed from a humble background with no notable lineage, yet she was envious and self-centered.
She didn’t truly love him; what she cherished most was herself.
Otherwise, how could she fail to discern what was best for him?