At the end of October, Imperial Concubine Jiang was in seclusion at Xiangguo Temple, while the Emperor was ill and stopped attending court.

This was the first time that Xie Linyuan had stopped attending court in his 25 years in power.

During Xie Linyuan's recuperation, the third prince Xie Jinghuai served as regent and the grand tutor assisted in the administration.

As for it, even on holidays, when Imperial Tutor Pei was not in the government office, there were still piles of official documents delivered to the study in the Imperial Tutor's Mansion.

Pei Che didn't remember how many documents he had approved, and he felt a little annoyed by the end.

Towards the end of the year, there were a lot of documents and reports from all provinces, but the six ministries still refused to change their ways, and they had to report and inquire about even the most trivial matters, for fear of taking any responsibility.

If you are afraid of taking responsibility, why would you become an official?

Pei Che approved a document submitted by Shuntian Prefecture asking whether a child in a certain street or lane who returned lost money should be commended, and looked aside.

The wind was howling outside, but it was warm as spring in the study.

Behind the flowered window, someone was nestling comfortably on a soft couch, reading a storybook and eating tangerines, with a purring cat at his feet.

One is big and the other is small, just like two supervisors.

"Won't you give me some?"

Supervisor Jiang Li, who was sitting on the couch, raised his head and looked at Master Pei, who looked dissatisfied, and then looked at the half-empty fruit plate beside him.

"Then you have to wait. I haven't had the sour ones yet."

Pei Che, who worked so hard to support his family, said: ...

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the resentment that was gradually accumulating on his face and burst out laughing.

He is not pretending at all now, and his mood is very easy to read.

That's right, who would like to be a slave day and night?

Jiang Shiyuan put down the storybook, ran over from the couch, sat in his arms, hugged him and kissed him.

"Are you tired? Do you need my help?"

Pei Che stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and bit her gently.

He has been busy with government affairs recently and has been leaving home early and coming back late. They haven't had any intimacy for several days.

Today is a rare day off at home, so I asked her to stay with me in the study.

"How can you help me, ma'am?"

"Hmph, don't underestimate me."

Jiang Shiyuan turned around, with his back against his chest, and reached out to take the red pen on the table. With one stroke, he wrote the word "Pei" on the white paper.

"How is it? Just tell me if it looks like it or not?"

She raised her chin and turned to show him her handwriting, her little tail almost standing up with pride.

Whether it's the way he holds the pen or his handwriting, it's exactly the same as his own.

Pei Che's lips curled up unconsciously: "Like."

"From now on, please call me Xiao Pei!"

Jiang Shiyuan sat upright and wrote seriously, "Old Pei, you read and I will help you mark it."

Pei Che's smile suddenly froze, "Am I old?"

Jiang Shiyuan said quickly: "You are already a grandfather, aren't you old?"

Grandpa Pei's silence was deafening.

Jiang Shiyuan laughed out loud. She didn't know that Pei Che actually had this taboo.

"Don't like this word? Why are you so petty?"

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't see his expression, she only felt that he rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her tightly, as if he wanted to wrap her completely with his body from behind.

"It's not that I don't like this word, but when I think about the fact that I have to accompany you for so many years, I feel sad."

Pei Che didn't know when he became so worried about gains and losses. In just one month, his life of more than 20 years had almost been overturned.

Jiang Shiyuan's heart suddenly softened and she turned back to kiss him.

"I don't think so. What I think is how lucky I am. No matter when, you are always waiting for me in front, waiting for me to grow up, waiting for me to fall in love with you, waiting for me to give my body to you."

"You always pave the way early on and carefully clear away all obstacles. I don't have to worry about anything. I just need to look at you and run towards you."

"You are safe and sound. You have given me the best gift in the world."

She held his face and kissed him between the eyebrows.

"Life is still long, and we haven't tasted enough of the ups and downs yet. Why bother ourselves and touch on that topic so early, right?"

Pei Che looked into her clear and bright eyes, his restless mood was soothed one by one, and there was endless love between his eyebrows.

"I want to kiss you."

Jiang Shiyuan smiled, and as he wished, she bent down and kissed his lips, letting him take what he wanted.

After an unknown amount of time, an excited voice came from the study.

"It's snowing—"

"It's snowing—"

The voice reached the study, and Pei Che let go of the person in his arms, "It's snowing, do you want to make a snowman?"

Jiang Shiyuan opened his eyes and nodded: "Yes."

She looked at his handsome face, recalled every moment with him, and couldn't help but said, "I want two, one for you and one for me."

"Little me, standing beside you, standing on tiptoe, saying to you——"

"Pei Che, I love you."

Pei Che lowered his head, even though he had just opened his mouth, he couldn't help but kiss her again.

She always speaks sweet words so beautifully.

Even though he was full of poetry and books, at this moment, Pei Che could not think of any words more beautiful than "I love you".

Therefore, he had no choice but to respond to her with "I love you too", hoping that she would not think he was perfunctory.

As he said, he was a few years older than her and fell in love with her before her, so his love for her was naturally deeper than hers.

"I love you too, Jiang Shiyuan."

He let her go again, and Pei Che held her up high in his arms, speaking in an extremely doting tone.

"Let's go and take Xiao Pei to play in the snow."

Jiang Shiyuan stretched out her arms and put her arms around his neck, giggling non-stop and shouting as she laughed:

"Little Pei wants to have a snowball fight."

"good."

"Little Pei wants to roll in the snow."

"good."

Pei Che carried her out of the study. Snowflakes were flying everywhere, but he could hear Jiang Shiyuan shouting to the sky:

"Pei Jingjing is going to build snowmen for me for the rest of my life."

The voice rose softly, as if it could penetrate the entire Taifu Mansion, spread throughout the capital, and tell everyone.

Pei Che chuckled and replied loudly: "Pei Jingjing is enjoying it."

[End of text]

I will give priority to writing about the male and female protagonists, and then write about the others.

The first part will be about the relationship between the male and female protagonists when they were young ten years ago.

In addition, I would like to answer some questions/omissions in the book.

Sorry if this is a bit long-winded.

1 [The wallet that was returned ten years ago]

First of all, I'd like to say sorry. It's not that I forgot to write about this, nor did I not write it on purpose. I picked up the pen several times. The first time was when the heroine confessed her love after getting drunk. I wanted to mention this matter. The second time was when I was at the night market. I wanted to write that the heroine touched this purse when she was collecting the hero's money bag in the carriage. The third time was when Mr. Cui deliberately provoked Mrs. Pei and used the heroine's mouth to untie the hero's knot. I wanted to write that when Mr. Cui apologized to the hero, he also apologized to the heroine (he returned the purse).

But every time I write, I feel like it will divert the focus or affect the mood. Because if the matter of the purse is to be discussed in detail, it cannot be explained in a few words, and the perspective/emotional focus will be shifted to the heroine. For example, the focus of Mr. Cui's chapter is to resolve the hero's emotional knot. It's the heroine who feels sorry for him, so writing about the purse will inevitably divert attention to the heroine. The atmosphere of the night market chapter is super sweet. I wrote about it and took out the purse and 'stuffed it back' (haha, stuffed it back into the draft box), because I really couldn't bear to break it.

I think after the heroine confirmed the hero's feelings and knew the reason why he left, she should have understood the misunderstanding about the purse, so she didn't mention it again.

So on the wedding day, when the male protagonist used the purse to store their wedding gifts, she said that the purse was the best and most suitable.

2 [The fire at the Su family, Su Liluo's rescue]

They were all set up by the male protagonist. I also considered the flow of the text and the emotions. I didn't write in detail how to set up the plot or how to rescue it. If I had to write it, it would be a paragraph. I'm not good at it either. I'm good at giving out sweets and small knives (/Is this something I can say?)

In addition, Su Liluo’s character is indeed controversial. It has nothing to do with right or wrong, but different people have different opinions.

She said Pei Ziye would not write any more anime, which was good. It expressed the story I wanted to express and gave her a complete ending.

Here’s a snippet of my previous reply:

When Su Liluo jumped up, she heard Pei Ziye calling her name. He called her "Su Liluo" instead of "Su Xiaoyu". Su Liluo knew that Pei Ziye was not deceived, and she was very happy.

3 [About the deaths of Generals Jiang Huaicheng and Jiang Yiyun]

There is no conspiracy, only regret.

The court was deserted and the border was in urgent need of help. Even though the two generals wanted to stay with their little baby, they could not bear to see thousands of children displaced, so even though they were reluctant and covered in old wounds, they still chose to go to the battlefield.

Many readers hope that I can make up for this regret, let them be resurrected, or write an if line. Thank you for your sympathy for Yuan'er and thank you for liking her. But regret is a normal part of life...

Look ahead, everyone.