Yin Hui sat by the window and looked outside again. It was almost dark, but Xiao Heng hadn’t woken up yet.
She asked Wei Luo, “Should the nurse wake him up? It’s not good to be late for the banquet.”
Wei Luo, holding a book in his hand, looked out, and then continued to read, “No rush.”
It was too early, and it was just a greeting with the brothers. So it was better to let his son sleep more.
Just after finishing speaking, Jinzhan’s joyful voice came from outside, “Master, Madam, Wu Lang has woken up!”
Yin Hui secretly laughed, as she and Wei Luo were both at the mercy of their son.
Five small orange lanterns were still on the table, and Yin Hui said regretfully, “Let’s show it to Xiao Heng when we come back. If he sees it now, he would be reluctant to leave.”
If they were brought to the banquet, it might cause a scramble between San Lang, Er Lang, and Si Lang, which would only cause disturbances.
Such children wouldn’t know the status rules, but whenever they saw something fun, they wanted to have one for themselves.
Wei Luo nodded.
So when Xiao Heng came out of the wing room, he was taken away by his parents for a feast.
The banquet was located in the garden on the west side of the other courtyard. The male guests watched the moon and drank in the front garden, and the females took their children to watch the moon and drink tea in the back garden.
The sky on the prairie seemed to be closer to the ground. The round moon had just risen from the sky, hanging on the corner of the eaves, and it seemed within reach.
The moon scene was beautiful, and the evening wind on the grassland was stronger than that in Pingcheng, making the branches sway violently and rattling. Even Er Lang and San Lang, who were playful and active, stayed in the attic obediently and did not go outside in the wind.
Yin Hui’s sisters-in-law were still sitting with Wei Shan and Wei Ying, but Wei Shan and Wei Ying didn’t seem very happy that night.
“What’s wrong with the second and third sisters, is tonight’s food not to your liking?” Ji Xianxian teased them with a smile.
Wei Shan’s corners of her lips twitched, ignoring the words.
Ever since she knew that she couldn’t marry a son of a famous family in the capital like her elder sister Wei Jin, Wei Shan was unhappy.
At any rate, she could sit still, but Wei Ying didn’t even bother to socialize. So she smiled at Xu Qingwan and said, “Sister-in-law, I’m not feeling well, so I’m going back first.”
Xu Qingwan said with concern, “Do you want to see a doctor?”
Wei Ying shook her head. When she met Yin Hui’s gaze when she stood up, she lowered her eyes as if avoiding her and left.
Yin Hui took a sip of tea silently.
It seemed that no matter whether a person was born in a royal family or an ordinary family, once they got into a dead end, they were destined to suffer a lot.
She had regained her whole life, and so looked down on men. Hence she was easily satisfied, but Wei Ying was still struggling in the sea of love.
The banquet on the female guest’s side ended first, and Yin Hui took Xiao Heng back first. She was wearing a cloak, and Xiao Heng was also tightly wrapped in the cloak, only his eyes were exposed.
Back in the small courtyard of the family of three, Yin Hui saw that Xiao Heng was not sleepy, so she asked the wet nurse to carry him to the upper room.
After the lights were turned off, only the five small orange lights were quietly emitting orange light in the dark secondary room.
Xiao Heng lay his upper body on the table, staring at them intently, from the first one on the left to the one on the right, back and forth, it was very fresh.
“Your great-grandfather taught me to make this, so I and your father made it for you.”
The window blocked the cold wind outside. Yin Hui hugged Xiao Heng on her lap. Looking at the innocent smiling face of the little guy, her heart softened.
When Wei Luo came back, the two had already fallen asleep separately, leaving only the five small orange lamps on the table still dimly lit.
Wei Luo seemed to be able to see the scene of his wife and child playing with lights together.
When Wei Luo crawled into Yin Hui’s bed, Yin Hui woke up immediately and muttered, “Come, it’s freezing.”
Drinking was unavoidable at the banquet, and Wei Luo didn’t drink much, which happened to add to the fun.
The strong wind hit the glass window and swept away one or two soft whimpers.
King Yan was drunk, and Eunuch Hai couldn’t help him, so he called a little eunuch to help.
That night, King Yan must stay with Concubine Xu. On the way, when the cold wind blew for a while, King Yan regained his consciousness and asked Eunuch Hai, “Are the girls back?”
Not long after the banquet started, Eunuch Hai received a report that Wei Ying and other three girls went for a ride on the grassland to enjoy the moon.
Eunuch Hai knew about it, so King Yan naturally knew about it. He only sent guards to protect his daughter.
“They’re back; they came back half an hour ago.”
King Yan was relieved and didn’t ask any more questions.
In the morning of the next day, King Yan suddenly thought of his beloved daughter after finishing some affairs, so he sent someone to invite Wei Ying over.
Wei Ying was in the cold wind the previous night and caught a little cold. She didn’t want to see her father at first, but she thought that she could only meet Cui Yu at her father’s place, so she braced herself, changed her clothes, and set off with her maid.
When they arrived at her father’s courtyard, Wei Ying looked around expectantly, but only saw the familiar guards.
The corners of Wei Ying’s lips drooped, and at that moment, a familiar figure came out from her father’s study – it was Cui Yu.
He was wearing a sky-blue robe, which matched that handsome face.
With just such a face-to-face meeting, Wei Ying felt that the wind blowing the previous night was no longer cold, and the layers of irritability that had accumulated in her heart turned into sweetness.
One of them was walking in, and the other was going out. When they were five or six steps away, Cui Yu stopped, bowed his head, and said, “I have seen the third princess,” while the girl was coughing uncontrollably.
Cui Yu finally raised her eyes and saw that she tilted her head slightly, covered her lips with a handkerchief, revealing only a coughing red side face and a red nose tip. Was she sick?
But he was not qualified to care, let alone let her notice anything.
Before Wei Ying could turn around, Cui Yu left quickly.