Zhao Yunke leaned down and kissed him.
Song Yue's face flushed instantly: "Look at you, there are people watching."
Zhao Yunke smiled: "I'm not afraid."
He wished he could hold Song Yue every day. The princess had arranged a marriage for him, which made him so angry that he couldn't sleep for more than a month.
It wasn't until Song Kaifeng died and the marriage was postponed for three years that Zhao Yunke's mind started to wander again.
Song Yue suddenly sat up: "Eighth Imperial Uncle's wedding is tomorrow, it must be very lively."
"We are in mourning, so we cannot go."
Logically, Zhao Yunke shouldn't have been observing mourning, but he stayed at the princess's residence to be with Song Yue, and he was quite comfortable there.
Even the Crown Prince of Shin was the same.
Getting together is just a way to discuss things, and on the other hand, it also helps them gain a reputation for being filial.
Song Yue felt a little regretful.
She has always been meticulous and calculating. Her marriage was almost ruined by Zhao Zhiyan. Why is it that Zhao Zhiyan was able to have a smooth wedding?
Seeing that she was still unhappy, Zhao Yunke suddenly whispered a few words in her ear.
"Really?" Song Yue's eyes lit up.
Why would I lie to you?
Song Yue clung to Zhao Yunke's neck, grinning broadly.
After Pei Zhao was beaten by the Prince of Zhennan that day, Zhao Yunke ordered someone to sprinkle something on their carriage that would cause the wound to fester and not heal.
The father and son were discussing their plans and would never have noticed that the carriage had been tampered with.
These past few days, Pei Zhao's injuries have not only failed to heal, but have become increasingly severe, with pus and blood oozing from the wounds, which have festered and turned black.
Doctors came one after another to the mansion, but there was no other way but to dig out the ulcerated area and let new flesh grow in order for it to heal.
Repeatedly, Pei Zhao felt as if he were being tortured, suffering terribly every day.
Song Yue felt much better and blinked: "Someone said the other day that you've been led astray, and I think so too."
"It is because you, my wife, are skilled at managing your husband." Zhao Yunke supported her with one hand, and the two were in an extremely ambiguous position. Yun Dong glanced at him and her face turned bright red. She immediately lowered her head and retreated, standing guard at the door.
Fortunately, Zhao Yunke couldn't resist and, after glancing at the time, ordered lunch.
The two had already sat down properly, heads down, whispering something to each other.
It was Song Yue who spoke.
Zhao Yunke had no choice but to obey, nodding and praising Song Yue from time to time, which made Song Yue's expression increasingly smug.
"I'll go find my mother after lunch," Song Yue said proudly, puffing out her chest.
Zhao Yunke poured a cup of tea and handed it to Song Yue. Song Yue licked her dry lips, took a couple of sips, and then continued her incessant chatter.
"What do you think?" she asked, looking up.
"Perfect!" Zhao Yunke clapped his hands and exclaimed in approval.
Song Yue excitedly stood up, ready to go right away, but Zhao Yunke stopped her: "What's the rush? Fill your stomach first, then you can go."
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