Nan Chu hadn't reacted when he first heard Qingyin's voice. After understanding what the Fujin meant, Nan Chu was stunned for a full three minutes.

His face was a complex mix of emotions: as if he had been hit by a boulder three times and then suddenly realized he was alright and even became stronger. Surprise, elation, and all sorts of other complex expressions appeared on Nan Chu's face, completely unlike his usual cold demeanor.

"Your Highness, did you just say you were willing to accept me? I didn't hear you wrong, did I? Could you say it again?"

Nan Chu was overjoyed.

Qingyin glared at him angrily, the little wife who had been spoiled by Nan Chu for the past few months and had become a bit temperamental said angrily, "If you didn't hear me, then forget it, I won't say it a second time."

Nan Chu hugged Qingyin ingratiatingly, "Hmph, I won't tell, I heard it, my wife can't go back on her word."

"Um."

Seeing the man's overjoyed reaction, Qingyin suppressed the smile in her eyes and gave a faint reply.

After establishing their relationship, Nan Chu became even more attached to Qing Yin.

As Qingyin embroidered the purse, Nan Chu, standing beside her, asked with a hint of sourness, "For whom is this embroidered, Madam?"

“Marich.”

Oh, eldest daughter, it's alright now.

"So there's a purse here too?"

"It's for Xinyu, keep it with her sister for now."

Fearing that Nan Chu might misunderstand, Qingyin added an explanation.

Nan Chu: "..."

The wife didn't need to explain in such detail; he wasn't actually that jealous. (Ahem, do you believe that?)

...

Nan Chu, who had just stopped asking questions, then asked Qing Yin.

"Does the Princess Consort have any other embroidered purses? Cough," Nan Chu said, his eyes darting around as he met Qingyin's questioning gaze. "I'm not talking about me, but besides Mary and Xinyu, has the Princess Consort given a purse to anyone else?"

Qingyin: "..."

At first, she didn't understand, but later, when she heard someone guilty and mentioning the man they didn't dare to admit to, Qingyin understood.

She glared at Nan Chu with a hint of annoyance, "It's just a purse for the child, and you're jealous of it too."

"Don't even think about the two purses I have. They're yours. I'll make them for you after I'm done with Mary and Xinyu."

Nan Chu happily and obediently hummed in agreement.

As for the Fujin's "glare," Nan Chu thought it was more like she was flirting with him, a crucial stage in their flirting.

"Maybe the Princess Consort will be willing to let him into bed tonight," Nan Chu thought, suddenly feeling a heat on the tip of his nose as he imagined something erotic.

With Qingyin's surprised voice: "Grandpa, why are you suddenly bleeding from your nose!"

Nan Chu explained, "I'm just too hot these days," as he left the wife's room as if fleeing.

Qingyin, who had been repeatedly reminded by Maya to wear an extra layer due to the sudden drop in temperature these past few days, said: "..."

Perhaps it's because men are naturally more sensitive to heat.

—

At night, Chen Si was bewildered as he watched his master hurriedly run out of the Fujin's courtyard. He subconsciously looked at his master, who was running ahead in a strange posture while covering his nose, and asked, "Master, Master, wait for your servant!"

Chen Si, finally catching up with his master in the side courtyard, asked breathlessly, "Master, what's wrong?"

Nan Chu held his breath, tilted his head back and looked up at the sky, finally revealing the horrific bloody marks on half of his face.

Chen Si's heart skipped a beat, and his words came out like a machine gun: "Master, why are you bleeding so much? Where did this come from? Are you sick? This servant will quickly call the witch doctor for you."

Nan Chu's face darkened. Chen Si's mention of illness reminded him of the excuse of being hot-tempered that he had used to appease the Fujin earlier.

Chen Si didn't know the reason, but didn't he already know the reason?

"Don't call the witch doctor. It's just a little nosebleed. Go get a basin of cold water."

Chen Si hesitated, “But sir, your nose is bleeding so much.”

Nan Chu's face darkened further. "Go now, or you'll be punished with a beating."

"Yes, yes, sir."

Chen Si ran away quickly.

...

A few minutes later, Nan Chu used cold water to finally clean half of his face and changed into a new set of clothes.

He seemed to have regained his previous debonair demeanor, but Chen Si, being the spoilsport, asked, "Sir, why did you suddenly get a nosebleed?"

Nan Chu: "..."

Recalling the reason for her previous nosebleed, the princess's skin was as white as snow, and it felt so soft to the touch... The tip of her nose began to feel the familiar heat again. Nan Chu patted her burning cheeks. She couldn't think about it anymore, or she would get another nosebleed.

When Nan Chu came to her senses, she saw Chen Si still staring at her with a blank, curious look, as if waiting for her answer. Nan Chu's face darkened.

"Get lost, is that something you can ask?" Enraged, Nan Chu kicked Chen Si in the butt.

"oh."

Chen Si covered his butt: If you don't want to ask, then don't ask. Why did I kick him?

—

After quickly taking a bath, Nan Chu returned to Qing Yin's courtyard. Seeing the candles still lit inside, Nan Chu felt a warmth in his heart.

This must have been left to him by his wife.

Sure enough, after he returned, Qingyin, who was lying on the bed, heard footsteps and exclaimed, "Master is back?"

"Um."

Nan Chu responded gently, took off his shoes, and got into Qingyin's bed.

This time, Qingyin did not refuse. Her covered head remained stiff, like a beautiful statue that could not speak.

Nan Chu hugged Qingyin, his voice a little hoarse, and asked, "Is it okay?"

A long time passed, yet it felt like only a second.

Nan Chu felt the petite woman in his arms nod shyly, which finally reignited the fire in his heart that had never been extinguished.

A branch of red apricot blossoms tremblingly climbed the wall, only to be blown back into the courtyard by a gust of wind. The apricot blossoms seemed both annoyed and ashamed, unable to escape the control of the fierce wind, and could only sway and sway in the wind...

Dawn broke overnight.

When Nan Chu got up, he looked carefully at his wife, who was fast asleep with her eyes closed and covered in ambiguous red marks, his eyes full of guilt.

It's all his fault. He was too excited yesterday and really exhausted his wife.

Nan Chu got up and put on his clothes, thinking about what kind of medicine could quickly remove the scars.

The secret medicine that Huang Taiji had given him before should be effective. He could ask Chen Si about it with the witch doctor and then give it to his wife.

Chen Si's mouth dropped open when he learned of his master's thoughts.

My lord, that small bottle of life-saving hemostatic medicine was obtained by the Emperor because of your many perilous battles. It is a miraculous medicine that can stop bleeding from wounds and keep you alive even if they are bleeding profusely.

Using it to erase traces of sexual intercourse for your wife is a gross underutilization of her talents.

Chen Si didn't understand, but when he thought of the Fujin's face, which was like that of a fairy descended from heaven, he suddenly understood.

It makes sense for a fairy to use a divine medicine.

After finishing his business with Chen Si and having someone else come to his side, Nan Chu left the mansion. Before leaving, he reminded Maya to take good care of Qingyin and to make sure the Fujin (wife) ate plenty of nourishing soups.

Maya: "..."

Their master is good in every way, but when he meets their wife, he suddenly becomes nagging.

"Yes, Master."

On the surface, Maya bowed respectfully and bid farewell to Nan Chu.