Chapter 94: The Little Sparrow
Breaking off a branch of plum blossoms was not difficult, Yuan Siyin agreed, took a small sip of warm wine, put on a thick sparrow fur coat, and wrapped herself up like a silver-throated long-tailed tit.
Yu Shiyan walked slowly behind her, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and neither of them spoke for a moment.
Yuan Siyin felt an indescribable frustration.
Why can't these two get together no matter what?
Did the God of Love cut the red thread between the two people with his eyes closed?
Seeing the two leave, Si Fangming dismissed the servants and, abandoning his joking and irreverent expression, looked at Qi Xinxin: "What moves has the Crown Prince Party made lately?"
"The Shen family has not made any unusual moves, but they are somewhat dissatisfied with the Empress's actions. Vice Minister Wang has also been much more restrained these days, and he does not dare to make any big fuss on the surface."
"That's good."
Si Fangming nodded, still looking somewhat uneasy. "The Liang envoy's mission is not for a marriage alliance, and we don't even know his intentions yet. I will write to the general to report this. You just need to keep an eye on any developments in the court."
The Yuan family has always been a thorn in the Emperor's side. Now, beset by internal and external troubles, only by keeping a close watch on everything can they protect themselves.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. We've already planted our people in several key locations."
As she spoke, Qi Xinxin took out a token and handed it to him: "This is your identity token. They will cooperate with you in critical moments."
But...is it really okay to keep this from Sister Siyin all this time?
"It's alright, the general doesn't want her to get involved too early."
"good."
Inside the Yuan Mansion, there is a grove of red plum trees, each one in full bloom, like red clouds floating at dusk, exuding a subtle and profound fragrance.
The reason was simple: my mother liked them, and they were all planted by my father on his wedding day.
As she strolled through the woods, Yuan Siyin couldn't help but sigh.
If only the original mother were still alive.
With a soft "snap," Yu Shiyan reached out and broke off a budding branch, holding it in his hand. He then paused and quietly looked at her.
As the snow melted, a woman strolled through the woods, a few plum petals scattered on her snow-white fur coat. In her arms, she held a beautiful red jade butterfly that bloomed on its own. Her beauty was captivating, even the finest plums paled in comparison.
The sound of snowflakes rustling in his ears, Yu Shiyan saw that her eyes were red at the corners, and her eyes were like pools of spring water, brimming with moisture, surpassing countless beauty in the mortal world.
"It's cold, Yu Shiyan, hurry up and go back."
I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring a hand warmer.
Yuan Siyin turned around and mumbled his name, her soft humming making it hard for him to soften.
The falling snow seemed to drown out some sounds; at least, he could only hear his own heartbeat.
Yu Shiyan gave a very soft hum and quickly followed.
This little titmouse is quite delicate, always chirping and chattering, and it's very sensitive to the cold.
Yesterday, they complained that his hands were cold, and today they sent the imperial physician to treat his illness.
Yu Shiyan didn't care whether the medicine was bitter or not; it just tasted the same in his mouth all day long. Although he didn't resist it, he didn't like it very much.
However, the little tit prefers warmth.
Yu Shiyan brushed the petals off his long sleeves, a slight smile playing on his lips.
It's not impossible.
After the banquet, Yu Shiyan returned to the Mu Prince's residence and spent the entire afternoon in his study.
It wasn't until dusk that he uttered a deep, mournful call from inside.
Zhong Heng responded and pushed open the door to enter.
The master hasn't acted like this in a long time; there must be something important he wants to entrust to him.
"Go and invite the Imperial Physician."
Yu Shiyan didn't even look up; the flickering candlelight illuminated his profile, his eyebrows as white as snow.
"Yes." Zhong Heng bowed and said without any questioning.
It seems that the master has already made some meticulous plan and intends to use those he doubts and trust those he uses.
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