Uncle He rubbed his eyes again. It was his master, the prince, who had returned!

Your Highness! You've changed!

People who are married are definitely different!

Yan Wan also saw Ji Mohan riding back. Excited, she immediately stood up and watched as Ji Mohan got closer and closer.

Wait, why is there a man following behind him? He doesn't look like a bodyguard.

When Ji Mohan arrived at the gate of the Prince's Mansion, he dismounted and looked at the somewhat dazed Princess Consort beside him. Neither of them spoke. Uncle He looked around, stepped forward to help take the reins, and bowed, saying, "This old servant greets Your Highness and Young Master Li."

Oh, so he is Li Shang, one of Han Wang's right-hand men. It seems that Chao Shuo is not in the capital.

Chao Shuo, far away in the northern desert, sneezed. Strange, did he catch a cold?

Damn it, I'm supposed to be a man like an eagle!

"What are you doing at the entrance of the Prince's mansion?" Ji Mohan asked, looking down at the newlywed princess.

"I've been waiting for you," Yan Wan replied obediently.

Li Shang glanced at the well-behaved little girl, then at his cold and aloof friend. It was quite an interesting sight.

"You said you'd come back this afternoon to have dinner with me, so I'll wait for you at the door," Yan Wan added.

"Don't wait anymore," Ji Mohan said mercilessly.

Seeing that the little girl seemed to be crying, Li Shang hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sister-in-law, that's not what he meant. He meant that sometimes he comes back late and he was afraid that you would wait too long and get sick from the wind."

Ji Mohan glanced at Yan Wan, then walked into the palace and left.

"Hello, you must be Li Shang," Yan Wan said politely.

"Does your sister-in-law know me?" Li Shang asked in surprise.

"I've heard about it. Let's go in quickly and stay for dinner later," Yan Wan said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, okay. Sister-in-law, that's just how he talks, please bear with him." Li Shang defended her friend, feeling embarrassed.

"Yes, I know, I won't take it to heart," Yan Wan said softly.

Yan Wan, you're already doing well by marrying him. Don't ask for too much. You'll leave sooner or later anyway.

Yan Wan suppressed her thoughts and slowly walked in. Uncle He looked at the princess, who had just been happily waiting for the prince, but now looked dejected.

"Sigh, the prince is really something! Just wait for the 'wife-chasing crematorium' scenario, that's how it's written in the novels," Uncle He thought to himself.

Ji Mohan frowned as he looked at Yan Wan, who had eaten very little, and asked in a deep voice, "Is today's food not to your liking?"

"Yes, the food is quite good today," Li Shang replied without looking up, especially the spicy shredded beef and the milk tea, which smelled delicious.

"I didn't ask you," Ji Mohan said irritably, looking at Yan Wan and saying, "Is the food not to your liking? Tell the kitchen to make whatever you like to eat from now on."

Yan Wan looked at Ji Mohan, who was concerned about her, with a flattered expression. "No, I had some snacks this afternoon, so I'm not very hungry."

"Okay, then drink the porridge."

"Okay." Yan Wan was instantly happy again. She realized that she was sometimes love-struck and completely clueless!

"Uncle He, how is the beef from the Prince's Mansion made? It's so spicy and numbing, it's really delicious." Li Shang hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking. It smelled so good.

“Young Master Li, this is food prepared by the Princess Consort,” Uncle He replied respectfully.

"Sister-in-law, how is this made? Can I shamelessly ask for a copy of the recipe so that the chef in my household can make it for me? Don't worry, it won't be shared with anyone else, it's just for me." Li Shang asked shamelessly.

“No problem, there’s plenty left in the kitchen. I’ll bring you some more if you like. I’ll have Lidong write down a recipe for you later,” Yan Wan said generously.

Ji Mohan watched the two chatting happily, feeling somewhat displeased. Li Shang was acting as if he hadn't seen food in eight hundred years. He also picked up a piece of hand-shredded beef and put it in his mouth. The fresh, fragrant, spicy and numbing taste instantly exploded on his taste buds, and he immediately broke out in a sweat. The taste was so domineering.

"Not bad." Ji Mohan suddenly commented. Yan Wan watched him keep eating the spicy shredded beef with his chopsticks, his forehead sweating a little but he didn't stop. She knew he liked it too. She would send some to his study later as a snack for him. Yan Wan secretly made a note of this in her heart.

"If Your Highness likes it, then eat more."

"Well, you don't need to wait for me at the gate of the Prince's Mansion anymore. Sometimes I come back late, and I may not have time to have dinner with you." Ji Mohan thought for a moment and then said it.

Yan Wan was somewhat surprised when she heard his words. Was he explaining himself to her?

Uncle He: The prince has finally grown a mouth! [Relieved]

Li Shang: Indeed, the longer you live, the more you can see.

"I understand, Your Highness. But could you please come back earlier to have dinner with me when you're free? I feel a bit lonely by myself," Yan Wan said pitifully.

Actually, she was faking it. Ji Mohan was often so busy that he neglected to eat, leading to irregular meals, sometimes skipping meals and sometimes overeating. This caused him to frequently experience stomach aches and even stomach bleeding. The imperial physician diagnosed that treatment had come too late; only medicinal diets could be used for mild tonification, but this only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. Ji Mohan's lifespan was also affected, leaving him with only three or four years left.

It's not too late yet. Ji Mohan hasn't shown any particularly serious symptoms. With gentle, gradual nourishment, he should be able to recover.

"I'll try my best." Ji Mohan's answer was vague, because he himself was not sure, as there were often urgent matters in the military camp.

"Okay." Yan Wan said with a big smile. Ji Mohan had agreed, which was a step forward for her.

After dinner, Ji Mohan and Li Shang went into the study to discuss matters, while Yan Wan went to the garden for a walk to digest her food.

"Your Highness, it seems you are quite satisfied with the Princess!" Li Shang said jokingly.

"As long as she doesn't have bad intentions, the Han Prince's Mansion can still afford to support an idle person." Ji Mohan didn't realize that his bottom line had been lowered again and again for Yan Wan.

"Let's get down to business. People from the Mongol Kingdom have already infiltrated the capital," Ji Mohan said, suppressing his anger.

Li Shang straightened his expression, "Yes, Your Highness, our people have discovered..."

After the two discussed things in the study for more than an hour, there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Your Highness, the Princess Consort said that you and Young Master Li have had a hard time, and ordered me to bring over a pot of peach oolong tea and some pastries made by the Princess Consort herself." Li Dong said, putting down the items on the tray. She deliberately emphasized the word "personally," implying that she would protect her mistress's love!

"Okay, you can go now."

"Oh, Your Highness, let me have some first, this is really delicious." After Li Dong left, Li Shang picked up his chopsticks and put some in his mouth.

"Yes, we just discovered some information. Send a message to the Crown Prince and ask him to investigate the situation," Ji Mohan instructed.

“Okay, I’ll take care of it right away,” Li Shang nodded resignedly.

——

That evening, Ji Mohan returned to the courtyard. Looking at the drastically changed courtyard, his brow twitched, he sighed, and went inside.

Seeing the state of the bedroom, my anxiety finally subsided. The room now contained a dressing table, a pile of bottles and jars, and several large boxes and cabinets, filling the once empty room to the brim. Even the bedding had been changed from black to pink and white.

"Your Highness, the Prince's residence has not arranged any accommodations for me, so I have settled my things here today," Yan Wan hurriedly explained, fearing that Ji Mohan would be angry.

So it's because you didn't arrange accommodation for me that I did this, it's not my fault.

Ji Mohan looked at the little woman who had taken over his bedchamber and was now blaming him, and sneered, "Is the Princess blaming me?"

"No, no, I was just afraid you'd be angry."

The anger that had just risen in Ji Mohan's heart was extinguished in an instant. Oh well, it's just a room. She didn't kill or set fire to anything.

"Yes, I'm not angry. Arrange it however you like."

"Hanhan, you're so kind!" Yan Wan said happily.

Looking at Yan Wan, who was happy over such a small thing, Ji Mohan felt a sense of satisfaction.

As you all know, this is how she lived in the Prime Minister's residence. Now that she's in the Prince of Han's residence, there's no reason for her to live in such a poor place. Otherwise, where would I put my face?

The guards outside didn't dare to breathe loudly after their master entered. They thought that the master would definitely be angry because the princess had changed the courtyard and the bedroom like this. They waited and waited, until all the candles in the room went out, but the master did not get angry.

As expected, the prince clearly loves his wife. Otherwise, if an ordinary person did this, the grass on their grave would be three feet high, and they would still be safe and sound. He didn't even scold the princess.

Tsk tsk tsk, think about it, isn't that right?

He loves it.