Chapter 17

In the short time it took Pearl to turn her head, Shen Rang had already walked quite a distance. Pearl didn't have time to think too much and quickly followed.

Upon returning to Liuyun Garden, Yunwan greeted him with a smile: "My husband is finally back! I've already had the dining room prepared. Shall we go straight there?"

As she spoke, she tried to reach out and take Chen Rang's arm.

However, Shen Rang made a subtle mistake, causing her to miss her target.

Yun Wan was slightly taken aback. She turned her head and saw that Shen Rang's posture was natural, as if he had just missed her because he hadn't seen her movements.

She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and softened her voice, saying, "My husband has been working hard all day. Why don't you take a bath soon and I'll help you rest?"

Now that we have the secret recipe, we should get Yunxi to use it as soon as possible.

"No need, I still have some things to take care of. I'll go to the study tonight."

He had just entered the Hanlin Academy and had a lot to learn. He wanted to learn what he needed to learn as soon as possible so that he could start doing practical work in the Six Ministries.

Hearing his indifferent tone, Yun Wan couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Shen Rang has only just entered the Hanlin Academy, what could he possibly have to do? It's obvious he doesn't want to share a room with me!

Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled with emotion: "I don't know what I did wrong to displease my husband? It's all my fault. But before I got married, my mother repeatedly told me to produce an heir for the Marquis's family as soon as possible, so I... I..."

Yun Wan covered her face with a handkerchief, and soft moans escaped her lips.

She didn't see that Shen Rang's expression remained as cold as ever, without the slightest ripple.

The crying sounded so fake.

Although Yun Wan couldn't see, she felt uneasy seeing that Shen Rang hadn't spoken for a long time.

Just then, an older woman, dressed very elegantly, came over: "Young Master, Young Madam."

The visitor was Zhou Mama, Zheng's confidante.

Madam Zhou glanced at Yun Wan, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and then at Shen Rang, who was covered in frost. She said calmly, "Madam said that although the young master has entered the Hanlin Academy, he cannot neglect the young mistress. As the saying goes, one must manage one's family before governing the country. The young master must be mindful of the proper conduct."

A hint of joy flashed in Yun Wan's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Shi, who usually doesn't get involved in anything, actually helped her, and at such the right time!

Suppressing his inexplicable irritation, Shen Rang hummed in agreement, "I know."

Having delivered the message, Zhou's mother turned and left.

"Husband..." Yun Wan tentatively began to speak.

"Since it's Mother's wish, I'll stay tonight."

Shen Rang's tone remained calm and even.

Yun Wan immediately beamed with joy.

In a corner where no one was watching, Pearl quietly slipped out and headed towards the back of the building.

At that time, Yunxi was also having a meal, and Jixiang was sitting beside her, waiting for her to finish eating.

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Jixiang quickly got up to greet her. After talking with Jixiang outside for a while, she returned and said to Yunxi, "Madam wants you to come over in a bit."

Yunxi nodded and got up to take a bath.

There was still more than half of the exquisite and delicious food left, so Jixiang quickly brought it to herself and began to eat it with relish.

Night fell quickly, the back door of the side room was opened, and Yunxi went inside.

Seeing her usual submissive and unpresentable demeanor, Yun Wan didn't even bother to give her a nudge and simply waved her hand, telling her to go inside.

As usual, Yunxi walked to the bedside and sat down, waiting quietly for Chen Rang to come over.

Meanwhile, Shen Rang was changing clothes in the bathroom when something suddenly fell to the ground.

He looked down and saw that it was a handkerchief.

The thick handkerchief covered the plain white silk handkerchief, leaving only a few frail corners showing, making it look rather pitiful.

He bent down to pick up the handkerchief, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

The owner's aura on this handkerchief is now barely perceptible, and it's unknown when it will be returned to its rightful owner.

He carefully put the handkerchief away and turned to take a bath.

After taking a shower, he returned to his bedroom, still damp.

Not a single candle was lit today; the bedroom was pitch black, with only a slender figure vaguely visible sitting by the bed.

"My husband..."