"Then let's go earlier, at least to talk to Nan Yao. She must be very upset right now."
"I'll go to the study and write a letter of recommendation first."
"My husband, would you like me to help you grind the ink?"
"That couldn't be better." Fu Ciyi squeezed her shoulder, his voice soft, "But it's probably better for you to lie down and rest."
After hearing what he said, Yan Funing became angry: "It's all your fault."
It still hurts.
The pain made her gasp when she thought about it now.
Fu Ciyi reached through the bed curtain, took the ointment from the bedside table, and got into bed.
"Hey." She held him down. "What are you doing?"
"Apply the medicine, my lady, be good."
The pain was in her body and in his heart.
Yan Funing covered her face: "Hurry up."
"It won't be quick." A low and deep voice came from under the quilt, as if restraining something. "Applying medicine is a delicate job."
Yan Funing couldn't persuade him, so she let him do what he wanted.
After a while, Fu Ciyi poked his head out from under the quilt, holding a night-shining pearl and a box of ointment in his hand: "Madam, rest more today and walk more gently."
"knew."
There were things to do, and she had to go to the palace to accompany Nan Yao. Even though she was too lazy to lie down, Yan Funing still got up.
The couple had breakfast and went to the study.
Before Fu Ciyi sat down, he pulled a chair to the side of the desk, put a cushion down, and then gestured for his wife to sit down.
Seeing him so considerate, Yan Funing couldn't help but smile. Since there was no one else in the study, she said bluntly, "You know how to care for others now, why don't you care for me at night?"
"Isn't that because I love you?" Fu Ciyi sat down leisurely, his handsome face showing a slight change of expression.
She understood the meaning of the words as soon as she heard them.
She wanted her to be caring, which meant that she wanted him to stop thinking about doing that with her.
And his love for her was literally hurting her.
She was really embarrassed and angry, but couldn't get angry. She glared at him, then finally gathered her sleeves and helped him grind the ink.
Fu Ciyi spread out the paper and weighed it down with a paperweight. When she had almost ground the ink, she took a brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
Yan Funing was curious: "Actually, my husband can just tell the Ministry of Personnel. Besides, Wen Feng was transferred back to the capital because of his meritorious service as the magistrate of Ling County."
"Writing a letter of recommendation is more formal, giving the Ministry of Personnel time to consider it, and also allowing me to discuss it with them. It's not about using your status to pressure others. Besides, I'm only Prince Rui, not the Crown Prince who is in charge of the country."
"I understand. You and my second brother have thought it through carefully."
Fu Ciyi chuckled and shook his head: "Your second brother originally wanted to become the Prime Minister of the Cabinet."
"When you were the Prime Minister, did my second brother envy you? Is that why he has this goal now?"
"Who among those who can enter the cabinet doesn't regard the position of Prime Minister as their goal?"
"That's true." Yan Funing nodded. "My second brother is well-educated, has learned good calligraphy, and is also an excellent painter. He has made great achievements in his official career. Your Highness Prince Rui, please work harder and help my second brother achieve his wish."
"My lady is begging me?"
"Is this a request? I am only discussing with His Highness."
She lowered her eyes and continued grinding the ink.
Fu Ciyi finished writing the letter of recommendation and scribbled a few words on an envelope beside it before quickly putting down his pen. "It's important to work harder. Some things are easy to accomplish, but some may require a lot of twists and turns."
"Ah?" Yan Funing was puzzled. "Then please explain in detail, Your Highness."
"My lady, please come back soon. How about three times tonight?"
He would really like to work harder on this matter.
Yan Funing widened her eyes, put down the ink stick, stood up and left.
Fu Ciyi picked up the written letter of recommendation on the desk, then picked up the envelope, folded the letter paper and put it in as he walked: "Why are you angry, Princess?"
She couldn't walk fast enough, and he caught up with her in the blink of an eye.
Just as she was about to say something, a servant passed by and saluted: "Your Highness, Princess."
Yan Funing had no choice but to purse her lips, staring at the tall man in front of her who was a head taller than her with her autumn-water eyes.
Fu Ciyi's lips curved up as he called Fu Xi over: "Go to the Ministry of Personnel."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Fu Xi took the letter with both hands and walked away.
After the servants around had left, Yan Funing raised her hand and pinched someone's face: "Can you have some shame?"
"My wife, what are you saying? How come I don't understand?"
Fu Ciyi held her small hand in his palm, looking so elegant and graceful, where was the reckless Meng Lang from the night before?
She was so angry that she laughed.
"Didn't my lady say that she wanted to go to the palace to accompany Nan Yao? Then why are we leaving now?"
"Um."
The couple went back to their room to change their clothes, and then headed straight to the palace.
When they arrived, the hall where palace banquets were usually held was full of busy figures, obviously preparing for a banquet for the delegation.
"Let's go to Nanyao Palace first." Fu Ciyi asked her in a low voice, "Does it still hurt when you walk?"
"It's okay, don't ask so many questions."
This kind of thing is always embarrassing. If someone notices it and asks her about it, how will she answer?
Suddenly, a crisp voice came from behind: "Fu Ning."
The voice sounded familiar. Yan Funing turned around and saw Pang Anmeng and Jin Lingcen coming together.
She hurried a few steps, forgetting her discomfort, and soon arrived in front of Pang Anmeng: "Why did you come to Beijing? Why didn't you let me know earlier?"
Fu Ciyi was stunned.
I told her to walk slowly, but she walked so fast.
Endure the pain just for Pang Anmeng?
Let’s not talk about Jin Lingcen for now.
Although I felt bad, I still followed slowly.
Pang Anmeng held Yan Funing's hand and said excitedly, "I arrived last night. I had planned to visit Prince Rui's Mansion today, but I didn't expect to receive news of a banquet at the palace early in the morning. I thought that if I came early, maybe I could run into you."
"Although we are in the southwest, we are aware of all the major events in the capital. You and His Highness are truly clever, having thoroughly investigated such matters from so long ago."
After saying this, he hugged Yan Funing affectionately.
The two women hugged each other, Fu Ciyi and Jin Lingcen looked at each other and could only smile.
Sensing something, Yan Funing quickly and gently pushed Pang Anmeng away and stared at her belly in delight: "Are you pregnant?!"
"Yeah." Pang Anmeng shook her head and patted her belly, which was not yet very pregnant. "So, did we win?"
“Don’t shoot like that.”
"It's okay, I'm pretty tough."
"She is, after all, the daughter of a military family." Yan Funing grasped her wrist, felt her pulse, and exclaimed in surprise, "Three months?"
"Well, a little over three months." Pang Anmeng laughed, "Funing, are you pregnant? Is it true that you can't tell me if it's not three months yet?"
I lowered my eyes and saw that her belly was so flat. Even if she was pregnant, it would only be a month at most.
Yan Funing smiled and shook her head: "No, you and the prince won."
Pang Anmeng elbowed Jin Lingcen: "Listen, Fu Ning said we won."
Jin Lingcen couldn't help but complain, "Fu Ning, you know she forced me to drink tonic soup every day in order to win this competition. I said I didn't need to drink it, but she forced me to."
"You're someone who gets uncomfortable with the local climate when you go out, so you need to nourish yourself." Pang Anmeng touched her belly, "Luckily, he was very good and helped me get pregnant."
Turning to look at Fu Ciyi, he said, "Your Highness needs to work harder."
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