With the poison needles in her hand, Shen Yunjiao was naturally bolder. Her mind started to wander, and she couldn't help but ask Xiao Huaijin, "Where does Your Highness want to take me to have some fun?"

"You'll know when we get there," Xiao Huaijin said gently, his slender fingers lifting the carriage curtain. "It's just ahead."

When Shen Yunjiao saw the carriage stop, she wanted to lift the curtain and get out.

"etc."

Shen Yunjiao turned her head slightly and met Xiao Huaijin's gentle, smiling gaze.

"Put on your veil first."

Shen Yunjiao obediently sat back down, and as she reached out to take the veil, Xiao Huaijin stepped closer.

He twirled the light gauze between his fingertips, smiling lazily: "Let me help you."

It is not this prince, not I, but me.

Why did Xiao Huaijin address her like that?

Shen Yunjiao felt him gently tying her veil, and when he withdrew his fingers, he even pulled out a strand of hair from her hair bun.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at it." Xiao Huaijin's low voice sounded in her ear like the sound of a zither.

Shen Yunjiao's face flushed, and a hint of nervousness flickered in her round almond-shaped eyes.

Hey, hey, hey, just say what you want to say, why are you standing so close?

Shen Yunjiao pursed her lips and remained silent, looking at Xiao Huaijin's handsome face so close to hers, but her heart was jumping uncontrollably—damn, she had actually been charmed by Xiao Huaijin.

"We've arrived." Xiao Huaijin lifted the curtain and jumped down from the carriage, then reached out his hand to Shen Yunjiao, "Come down, Miss Shen."

Shen Yunjiao deliberately ignored his hand and jumped off the carriage herself.

Xiao Huaijin was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and followed behind her.

As soon as Shen Yunjiao stepped off the carriage, her gaze was drawn to the magnificent and brightly lit temple in front of her.

"Wow, where am I?"

Shen Yunjiao turned around in surprise to look at Xiao Huaijin, her eyes sparkling.

"This is the Dragon King Temple. After the great flood this year, the temple was rebuilt. To bring good luck, a temple fair was held by the winding pond in front of the temple gate. Today is the last day of the fair. We just happened to be there." Xiao Huaijin walked to Shen Yunjiao's side and turned his head to explain to her.

The thin veil couldn't hide Shen Yunjiao's bright smile. Xiao Huaijin caught a glimpse of it as he turned his head and was stunned.

By the time he came to his senses, Shen Yunjiao had already dashed into the crowd.

The temple fair in Dayong was like a modern night market, offering everything from food and drinks to entertainment.

A peddler hawking his wares brushed past her, while a group of people watched a little girl in the middle brandishing a gun and sword.

There are so many people.

Shen Yunjiao had only taken a few steps when her gaze was drawn to a pot of freshly baked osmanthus cakes.

The freshly steamed cakes smelled wonderful, and their white and tender appearance made her mouth water.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any money on me.

Shen Yunjiao looked at Xiao Huaijin with eager eyes: "Your Highness, Young Master Chen, could you buy me some osmanthus cake?"

Xiao Huaijin raised an eyebrow and looked at her, his phoenix eyes carrying a hint of teasing: "Didn't you eat your fill at dinner?"

Shen Yun's fair and delicate cheeks were instantly flushed with a rosy blush.

Well, her appetite is indeed bigger than the average person's.

"Oh, let's buy a drawer for the young lady. A husband should know how to cherish his wife." The old woman standing to the side glanced at the two of them and covered her mouth with a smile.

"You've misunderstood us, we're not—" Shen Yunjiao said awkwardly, trying to explain.

"purchase."

She stared blankly at Xiao Huaijin and found that he looked calm and relaxed, with a slight smile on his lips.

“Since my wife likes it, then I’ll buy more.”

A moment later, Shen Yunjiao received two boxes of hot osmanthus cakes. She took one out of the box and took a bite. Her mouth was immediately filled with a sweet and fragrant taste, so she stuffed her mouth full.

It's just that His Highness the Crown Prince gained some verbal advantage; it's nothing.

Everyone can talk a good game.

So, Shen Yunjiao shamelessly asked Xiao Huaijin to buy her all sorts of trinkets, like clay figurines and rouge. After she bought them, Xiao Huaijin patiently carried them for her.

He said it was to repay her for saving his life.

Shen Yunjiao did not refuse. The Crown Prince helped her carry things; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Moreover, in her department, all the men would voluntarily help move things, and Shen Yunjiao always felt that free labor was a good thing.

As she strolled along, Shen Yunjiao stopped in front of a small stall selling various kinds of silk threads.

An elderly woman with a full head of white hair was intently braiding colorful ropes when she looked up and saw a girl standing in front of her who looked like a fairy descended from a painting.

Shen Yunjiao curiously peeked over to take a look.

The old woman had lost all her teeth and spoke somewhat unclearly. She smiled and said, "Young lady, would you like to buy a colorful rope? If you buy this old woman's colorful rope, it will bless you and your husband with a sweet and loving relationship that lasts a lifetime."

These were just auspicious words said to attract customers. When Shen Yunjiao saw that the old woman was getting on in years and had stayed up so late with other vendors, her heart softened.

She turned around and looked intently at Xiao Huaijin: "Young master, please buy me a colorful rope."

The surrounding lights fell on Xiao Huaijin's eyebrows and eyelashes, casting a thick shadow. He looked down at his cheerful young wife, his voice as deep as winter frost: "You want to weave colorful ropes and grow old together with your husband?"

He emphasized the words "grow old together" heavily, his voice trailing off with a hint of anger.

Shen Yunjiao had never seen Xiao Huaijin so gloomy before. She stood there in a daze and called out, "Young Master Chen."

Why are you angry over buying a colorful rope? Did I spend too much money on him today?

Xiao Huaijin's tone was slow and somber, showing none of his previous ease, "Do you really want to have a loving marriage with Pei Zhixuan? Is he worth it?"

Oh, so that's why you're angry.

Shen Yunjiao immediately understood that Xiao Huaijin was standing up for her.

She walked up to Xiao Huaijin, standing only a foot away from him.

"I bought these colorful ropes because I wanted to braid them myself for fun."

Under the lamplight, Xiao Huaijin's eyes were as dark as ink, so thick they seemed impossible to unravel. "Really?"

She had said not long ago that she was only devoted to her husband and that her love was unwavering.

Seeing that he clearly didn't believe her, Shen Yunjiao pulled him aside and whispered, "Your Highness, please help me buy these ropes and help the old woman out. I'll return the money to you when we get back."

Xiao Huaijin's cold, phoenix-like eyes finally softened slightly. "You want to help her?"

Shen Yunjiao nodded.

Xiao Huaijin returned to his stall. The old woman, seeing that the newcomer was a gentle and refined gentleman, beamed with joy.

"Young master, would you like to buy the old woman's colorful rope?"

"Grandma, please teach me how to weave."

Shen Yunjiao looked up in surprise, only to see Xiao Huaijin half-squatting down to ask his mother-in-law for advice, "Is this correct?"

The seven-colored threads weaved back and forth in Xiao Huaijin's hands, and soon they were woven into a beautiful colorful rope.

Shen Yunjiao never expected that Xiao Huaijin was actually an ordinary little genius at handicrafts.

"You learn so quickly," she praised sincerely.

Xiao Huaijin attached a piece of pink jade to the colorful rope in his hand, then turned to Shen Yunjiao and said:

“Miss Chen, stretch out your hand.”

Shen Yunjiao: ? ? ?

"Are you going to give this to me?" Shen Yunjiao glanced at the rope again and asked hesitantly.

It looks nice, but it's a bit strange to accept a gift from Xiao Huaijin for no reason.

"Of course it's a gift for you. Don't you want it?"