As he spoke, Yu Yiluo ignored the Prince and Shi Ran's attempts to stop him, and rushed into the white snow, pulling one person in each hand.
At first, the two of them were very reserved, but after being attacked several times by Yu Yiluo, they forgot their identities and started attacking each other.
"You guys come too."
Yu Yiluo waved to the palace maids around her, "It's more fun when we're all together."
With the participation of the palace servants, the snowball fight instantly became lively.
When Nanny Chang saw this scene, she rushed into the snow, carried Yu Yiluo to the corridor, brushed the snow off her body, and kept saying "ouch".
"Little Princess, how could you play such a fool with them?"
Yu Yiluo grinned, "It's okay, Ma'am. Look, the Crown Prince and his wife are having a lot of fun."
[Hehe, I hope one of them gets sick after this snowball fight and the other one takes care of him, then the little fire will start.]
In the snow, the prince and Shi Ran had relaxed smiles on their faces. The palace people around them were attacking them with snowballs. The prince would subconsciously block the snowballs for Shi Ran, letting the snowballs hit him.
Shi Ran looked at the prince standing in front of her, lowered her eyes to look at the broad palm holding her hand, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
That strange emotion surfaced in my heart again and could no longer be suppressed.
Her heartbeat gradually quickened as the prince held her hand tightly.
The prince didn't hear Shi Ran's laughter for a long time, and thought she was tired, so he stopped the palace servants.
When the two entered the room, Nanny Chang had already prepared ginger tea and served it to them.
"Thank you, Madam." The prince took it, but when he didn't see Yu Yiluo, he asked in confusion, "Where's Luo'er?"
Nanny Chang chuckled, "The little princess is tired from playing, so I asked Guard Lin to take her back to bed."
The prince nodded, finished his tea, put down the teacup, and went back to his room to change his clothes.
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After the snowball fight, Shi Ran fell ill as Yu Yiluo wished.
At first the prince did not know about it until the morning of the third day, when he got up to attend court and found that Shi Ran beside him was still asleep.
After marrying Shi Ran, Shi Ran would prepare clothes for him to wear every day. Today, it seemed that he was too sleepy to get up.
He gently turned over and got off the bed. After washing and changing his clothes, he found that Shi Ran had not woken up yet.
He walked to the couch and leaned over to look at Shi Ran's beautiful face. Only then did he realize that her fair and beautiful face was abnormally red. He raised his hand and put it on her forehead. The scorching temperature made him sure that Shi Ran had caught a cold.
He retracted his hand and walked to the door, opening it.
"Lin Qi, go get the imperial physician."
"The Crown Princess is ill?"
The prince nodded and then looked at Lin Qi.
"How do you know?"
Lin Qi sighed softly, "I heard from the Crown Princess' maid that she hasn't been feeling well these past two days, but she still gets up early every day to prepare clothes for you."
Shi Ran had a severe fever and it was already the next day when she woke up.
She slowly stood up, her throat hoarse, and looked at the prince's back, who was sitting with his back to her, and whispered, "Your Highness."
The prince who was handling the memorials heard the sound, put down the memorials, stood up, walked to the couch, helped her sit up, walked to the side, poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.
"Drink some water to moisten your throat first."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Shi Ran drank some warm water and his throat felt better.
"Why did Your Highness bring your official business here?"
The prince took the cup from her hand and put it down, saying gently, "It will be convenient for me to take care of you."
Looking at Shi Ran's stunned expression, the prince found it funny.
"When I was sick before, didn't you take care of me in the same way?"
Shi Ran suppressed his pounding heart and averted his gaze from the prince. "It's not good to pass on the disease to you."
"Crown Princess, do you think my body is not even as good as a woman's?"
The prince chuckled, "When you were taking care of me, why didn't you tell me that I might pass my illness on to you?"
"Taking care of His Highness is my duty."
Shi Ran was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes and said.
"You are my wife," the prince stared at Shi Ran with a serious expression, and said word by word, "Shi Ran, that day at the palace gate, you said that the Crown Princess could have thousands of wives, but that's not true."
Shi Ran's eyes moved slightly, and the prince's serious expression was reflected in her eyes.
"You have always been the Crown Princess. You are the most suitable Crown Princess."
After spending some time together, Shi Ran is indeed a qualified princess consort.
She carefully tried to understand all his preferences, would get up early to prepare clothes for him, and tie his hair and change his clothes for him.
I would prepare his favorite food and help him grind when he practiced calligraphy.
Help him prepare water for bathing while he practices martial arts.
In just over a month, Shi Ran permeated his life and made him accustomed to her presence.
If one day someone else prepares everything that Shi Ran prepared for him, he would involuntarily wonder why she didn't prepare it for him today.
"You are ill, so take a good rest. I will speak to my father about the palace banquet and have the Ministry of Rites arrange it first."
The prince put aside his unnecessary thoughts and left the room with the memorial on the long table.
When the maid saw the prince leave, she came in with porridge.
"Princess Consort, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stayed with you all night yesterday."
Shi Ran looked surprised, and the maid continued, "Your fever was too severe. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stayed up all night changing towels to reduce your fever."
The maid handed the porridge to Shi Ran, "Please drink some porridge first. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that you are ill and need to eat something light."
Shi Ran took it, took two bites and looked up at the maid.
"Why does this porridge taste different?"
"It's definitely different," the maid smiled at Shi Ran, "This is brewed by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and it contains the cold medicine given by the Third Prince's wife."
Shi Ran's hand holding the spoon trembled, and his previous self-righteousness was completely lost at this moment.
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