That night, the thirty-year-old Prince Shu seemed to have become the newly married twenty-year-old from the Yan Palace.
Yin Hui fell asleep in his arms, and she didn’t know if he helped her clean up or not.
It was dawn, and Yin Hui woke up in his arms again. Before she could recover, Wei Luo picked her up and put her on the couch, and carried her to the brightest place by the window.
He pushed back her messy long hair, completely revealing that flushed face.
There was another layer of mist in her eyes, like peonies with dew in a flower bed.
Her lips were more colorful than usual, and she sometimes opened them, all under his control.
Wei Luo just looked at her silently, imprisoning her between himself and the window panel with one hand and holding her face in the other hand, not letting her avoid it.
In the yard, Jinzhan and Yinzhan began directing the young maids to do things, cleaning and watering the flowers.
Yin Hui could hear the deliberately lowered messy footsteps and the sound of water flowing as the young maid watered the flowers. But even with the crisp birdsong on the eaves, it couldn’t match the movement between the husband and wife at that moment.
Yin Hui finally avoided Wei Luo’s hand and buried herself in his arms. Wei Luo carried her back to the bed. She was fed a few sips of water by him, and immediately fell asleep again. Princess Shu, who had always treated him indifferently in the past few days, was just lying softly in his arms. Her long eyelashes wetly closed together, and she was cute and obedient.
Wei Luo kissed her again, and when she frowned and resisted, he carefully laid her down on the pillow, covered her with the quilt, and then closed the curtain.
After a brief wash, Wei Luo went out. Last night was Yinzhan’s vigil. She knew that the Prince and Princess had reconciled and no longer had problems because of the cousin’s arrival.
“Princess is still sleeping, don’t bother her if you have nothing urgent,” Wei Luo looked at the two maids and ordered in a cold voice. Both Jinzhan and Yinzhan bowed their knees and watched the Prince go to the front yard.
When the Prince’s back was completely out of sight, the two maids looked at each other, showing tacit smiles.
In the front yard, Wei Luo spoke to Xiao Heng, who came first to greet him, saying, “Your mother is tired from sewing sachets last night, so she’s sleeping a little longer this morning. I have something to do, so I’m leaving now, and you can entertain my cousin for breakfast later.”
Xiao Heng responded solemnly, “Yes, Father, don’t worry.”
Wei Luo nodded and departed.
Xiao Heng watched his father’s retreating figure, pondering the uneasy look in his aunt’s eyes whenever she saw his father and mother, his brows furrowing slightly.
After a while, Xiao Xun and Xiao Ning arrived, expressing surprise at the absence of their father and mother. Xiao Heng explained the situation to his younger siblings.
Xiao Ning said, “When I get older, I can help my mother sew the sachets.”
Xiao Xun counted the days, and there were still ten days before the Dragon Boat Festival. Why was his mother rushing to sew all night?
Soon, Wen Ruyue also arrived, and she was even more surprised to see that there were only the three siblings in the hall.
After Xiao Heng explained to her, Wen Ruyue nodded with a smile. “In that case, let’s eat first, don’t delay your study.”
As she sat down to eat, Wen Ruyue lowered her eyes and began to think while eating.
Sewing the sachets sounded like an excuse, and the cousin’s wife was used to doing face-saving work, so it was impossible to refuse to entertain her just because of a quarrel with her cousin.
If it was simply sickness, she didn’t need to make excuses.
Wen Ruyue was also a married person, so she quickly guessed the truth.
That time her appetite got even weaker.
The cousin she couldn’t ask for was still so infatuated with Yin Hui who had already given birth to three children.
“Aunt, why are you not eating?” Xiao Ning said enthusiastically.
Wen Ruyue hurriedly sighed and took another bite of food.
Xiao Heng saw all the changes in Wen Ruyue’s expression just now, including that hint of jealousy.
Maybe their father and mother were not there, and she only treated the three siblings as children, so she didn’t bother to hide anything.
Although Xiao Heng was only ten years old and didn’t understand the relationship between men and women, he knew that Concubine Li was the cousin of the Imperial Grandfather. The Eldest Aunt was the cousin of the Eldest Uncle, and the Second Uncle also added a cousin to be a side concubine.
He also needed to prevent the aunt from thinking about his father and making his mother sad.
Perhaps his mother was already feeling sad, so she was not in the mood to eat that morning.
Xiao Heng was very upset, but he didn’t show it during the meal. After he followed his younger brother into the carriage, his face sank.
Xiao Xun immediately noticed the change in his brother and asked nervously, “What’s wrong, Elder Brother?”
It was inconvenient to explain to his younger brother as he may reveal secrets in front of their father.
“It’s nothing, I’m thinking about today’s homework.” Xiao Heng smiled and asked his younger brother, “Can you recite the article you learned yesterday?” Xiao Xun suddenly had his homework checked by his brother.
Yin Hui fell asleep until the sun rose high.
The sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing more happily. Yin Hui opened her eyes and looked at the empty bed next door. Scenes of last night came to mind one after another.
She shook her head, stayed on the bed for a while, and rang the bell to call the maids to come in.
When the two maids opened the gauze curtain, Yin Hui actually saw the joy of the Chinese New Year on their faces.
“What are you happy about?” Yin Hui looked at them with the eyes of a silly child and asked.
Jinzhan teased in a low voice, “My lord and you have been married for ten years and are still as close as glue. We are happy for you.”
Yin Hui snorted, looked at Jinzhan, and said, “Ten years passed, are you reminding me that it’s time to choose a husband for the two of you?”
In the Yan Palace, everyone was concerned about the war in the south. How dare Yin Hui show the leisurely mood of choosing a marriage for her confidant maids?
After reaching Jinling, last year was actually an adaptation stage. So many newly added maids and servants in the palace had to be disciplined and reviewed. Yin Hui usually had a lot of entertainment, and these trivial but important errands were all left to Jinzhan, Yinzhan, and An Shun’er.