“Don’t think too much, the third master didn’t say anything.”
Jinzhan nodded, but she felt uneasy.
That night was Jinzhan’s night vigil. It was almost winter in Pingcheng at the end of September. Even if the house had a fireplace burning, the quilts that had just been made were still cold. Fortunately, their madam sympathized with them and gave Tang Pozi (a hot water bag made of tin).
The night was dark and quiet, and when Jinzhan hugged Tang Pozi to keep warm, a familiar movement suddenly came from the inner room.
Jinzhan just laughed under the quilt. She really was worrying too much, the third master and his wife were still close.
“Second sister-in-law praised the capital city so much, you really don’t want to go?” Wei Luo asked slowly, speaking in the same rhythm as his movements.
Yin Hui felt a sense of absurdity. What did he say when he was not concentrating on his work? What about the second sister-in-law, and what was the point of talking about the topic?
“I don’t want to go, it’s too far away,” she tilted her head and said, trying to avoid his breath.
Wei Luo: “You really don’t want to go there?”
He seemed to be very attached to her answer, slowly, giving her time to think about it.
Yin Hui really didn’t want to, she just wanted him to hurry up and not hang on to her for too long.
“I really don’t want to. My grandfather has been to the south and said that it was not as good as the legend says. The winter is cold and the summer is hot and humid. Although the spring and autumn are pleasant, the time is too short. It is far less comfortable than the climate in Pingcheng. Besides, Xiao Heng is so young. It must be inconvenient to take him out. Without him, asking me to leave him for three months is more uncomfortable than killing me, I can’t bear it.”
In order to dispel his unnecessary doubts, Yin Hui explained a lot in one breath.
Her tone was so natural, and she even urged him with small gestures, so why did she seem to be angry at not being able to go to the capital together?
So, she really just let go of her nature, and her nature didn’t care about him as much as she showed before. His father asked him to marry the daughter of the Yin family for the sake of profit, and she never really treated him as a husband. All the previous cautiousness and hospitality were just tentative explorations of a newcomer. Once she established a foothold in the palace with her son, she could push him away. She didn’t even bother to pretend to be virtuous and gentle.
The place was too dark, and Yin Hui couldn’t see Wei Luo’s expression clearly, but felt his breathing suddenly quickened, which seemed dangerous.
What did she say wrong?
Yin Hui was still thinking, but Wei Luo suddenly pulled back.
Yin Hui: ���
She simply tidied up, and the two of them lay down again at night, each under a quilt.
Yin Hui couldn’t sleep a little bit, his performance was too abnormal. In those ten years, he had never given up halfway on such a thing.
“Are you alright? Is it because I said that the weather in the capital is not good, and you don’t like what I said?” Yin Hui whispered to Wei Luo’s back.
The man ignored her.
Yin Hui sighed, “I made a slip of the tongue. How can I comment on the location of dragon blood at will? But don’t worry, I will be cautious in my words and actions in the future, and I will never speak nonsense again.”
Wei Luo opened his eyes and silently looked outside, not listening to what she was saying at all.
He thought of the behavior of everyone in the palace when the news that his father asked him to marry the daughter of the Yin family had just spread in the palace.
The eldest brother specially comforted him, saying that the father disdained to rob people’s wealth and could only wrong him. That was also to share the worries of the father, and he would remember his credit.
The second elder brother also came to comfort him, saying that the daughter of the Yin family was a well-known beauty in Pingcheng, and told him to enjoy the beauty with peace of mind.
The mother lowered her head and sighed, blaming herself for being useless, for not being able to make him marry a noble daughter of a famous family.
The cousin wept silently, feeling sorry for him for accepting that improper marriage.
Wei Luo was indeed dissatisfied with the marriage.
But he never got angry with her, because he knew that everything was decided by his father, and the Yin family had no right to object. He had to marry her, and she had to marry him.
Yin Shi was so cautious. Although Wei Luo didn’t like it, he could understand her situation.
But, he suddenly discovered that all that was just her expedient measure. She never thought about raising the case with him. What she wanted was the title of the third wife. Identity was just the stability brought by her child.
Wei Luo sneered.
He could accept a wife of an unsuitable background, but he couldn’t accept that his wife didn’t take him seriously.
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The author has something to say:
Third Master: Don’t tell me I didn’t give you a chance, it’s still too late to change.
Huihui: I don’t understand, so just speak up if you have something to say.