Since it was harmless to them, even if Gong Jue Chen was unfathomably mysterious, she could also dismiss it as nothing.
After Gong Jue Chen left and there were no outsiders around, An Jing finally joked with Xiao Changyi, "Husband, instead of rising swiftly through the ranks or holding an office, wouldn’t it be good to become a prince, so I can sit on an equal footing with you?"
"You are already equal to me," he paused, then Xiao Changyi added, "But if you really want to become a prince, I can go to the Imperial Capital right now, hold a knife to the old man’s neck, and make him bestow one on you."
A prince’s title is not an official position, and although she had established several great merits for Xiyun, being a woman, she was barely granted the title of a Seventh Rank Farmer Knight. If she wanted to be awarded a prince’s title, the Emperor of Xiyun would definitely not agree, the only way would be by coercing the Emperor with a knife at his throat.
And upon hearing Xiao Changyi talk about holding a knife to the Emperor of Xiyun’s throat, An Jing burst into laughter, her joy uncontrollable, "Husband, you... hahaha... I can’t... my stomach hurts from laughing... hahaha..."
Once she finally managed to stop laughing and could speak normally again, An Jing’s tone was exceptionally grand. Of course, she was still joking: "There’s no need for a knife. If one day I truly become a prince, it will be through my own genuine abilities, and there will be absolutely no need for you to threaten my adoptive father with a knife. A princess, haha, just thinking about it feels so exciting~"
Xiao Changyi no longer spoke, only looking at An Jing with a doting, indulgent gaze.
At this moment, both Xiao Changyi and An Jing themselves had no idea that An Jing’s present jest would, in the future, come true.
The cucumber seedlings were thriving; Master Zhou and the others had lost their bet and were supposed to wash their wives’ and concubines’ feet today.
And An Jing planned to visit Master Zhou’s home first, followed by the homes of Masters Zhao, Qian, and Sun.
Because he had to wash his wives’ and concubines’ feet, Master Zhou’s expression was quite unpleasant. Seeing that An Jing had brought Xiao Changyi along, Master Zhou’s face grew even darker.
Master Zhou exclaimed angrily, "Lord An, are you intentionally trying to humiliate me?"
An Jing feigned ignorance, "What do you mean, Master Zhou? Haven’t we agreed that today I would come to your house to see you wash your wives’ and concubines’ feet?"
The family servants at Master Zhou’s household changed their expressions upon hearing An Jing’s words. Obviously, Master Zhou had not yet informed all the people in his household about his obligation to wash his wives’ and concubines’ feet.
Master Zhou originally wanted to take An Jing into his wives’ and concubines’ chambers, then wash their feet while having An Jing watch alone. He had already made it clear beforehand to his wives and concubines that they had to keep absolutely silent about this affair. However, before he could even wash their feet, An Jing had loudly spilled the beans, letting all the servants in his household hear about it.
Master Zhou’s face was flushed with embarrassment.
It was all An Jing’s fault for bringing Xiao Changyi with her. If she hadn’t brought Changyi along, he wouldn’t have become so furiously embarrassed that he forgot his decorum and lashed out at An Jing in front of the servants.
If he had not lost his temper at An Jing, accusing her of intentionally trying to humiliate him, but instead had led her directly to his wives’ and concubines’ room, An Jing would not have had the opportunity to disclose his duty to wash his wives’ and concubines’ feet, and his servants would have remained unaware.
Master Zhou was extremely concerned about his face and felt truly embarrassed at this moment, he shouted sternly, "What are you standing around for? Get on with your work!"
The servants were immediately scattered in a panic.
Feeling slightly relieved without so many eyes on him, Master Zhou’s complexion was still rather unpleasant, albeit not as embarrassed as before.