Home visits
Pei Zhaoying endured the days and could not see Xiao Bo. She stayed by his side, but did not express her deep concern for him.
Her subordinates reported major events in the capital every day, and they were well aware of every major case that Xiao Bo had handled for the benefit of the people.
Pei Zhaoying knew how much pressure Xiao Bo had to bear and how difficult a path he had chosen to take despite the coercion and inducement of the powerful.
She had a lot to say to him, telling him how worried she was after knowing all this, and how she didn't want him to repeat the same mistake and become another knife in Pei Heng's hands.
She thought about sending someone to the Dali Temple to pass a message to Xiao Bo, but doing so would seem like she was questioning Xiao Bo's ability, and the outside world would be full of rumors that Xiao Bo only relied on nepotism to get things done.
Pei Zhaoying gave up unhappily and lost his appetite.
Out of boredom, I drew a new style of flower ornaments in front of the mirror. My first reaction when I turned around was to ask Xiao Bo for some comments.
There were many people standing around, and without the face Pei Zhaoying wanted to see the most, her smile gradually stiffened and faded. For some reason, she didn't want to share her interests with anyone other than Xiao Bo. Slowly, she sat there in a daze, killing time.
I want to express my sorrow but I cannot.
Lu Yunqi came to see the doctor and specifically reminded him:
"Your Highness, don't let anything get to you. It will damage your liver qi and affect your blood circulation."
Pei Zhaoying's worries are all related to Xiao Bo.
Lu Yunqi was a trustworthy person. Pei Zhaoying didn't care about her face at all. She called Jiang Yubai and Jin Chenxiao over, dismissed their attendants, and told them about her troubled feelings.
Jiang Yubai sneered:
"You're quite capable. You summoned me here just for this little thing. In my opinion, Xiao Bo can't do anything to you anyway. Since you can't get along with him, you can just take in a few lovers to please you."
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? I trust you and respect you, and you're making fun of me?"
Pei Zhaoying was almost furious with Jiang Yubai.
In fact, she had thought about keeping a lover before. On the stage of "Tingyu Getai", she even made a bold statement that when the world is stable, she will keep a row of handsome men to please her eyes every day.
With Xiao Bo, there is no need to make another decision deliberately. Pei Zhaoying plans to be together for a long time for the rest of her life.
There is no room for interference in a relationship where two people are in love.
Unfortunately, falling in love is easy, but the daily life of getting along with each other will always bring twists and turns.
Jin Chenxiao mainly tries to mediate:
"Your Highness may be confused by the situation. In my humble opinion, Your Highness and the Prince Consort are a perfect match, made in heaven. A true friend is known in times of adversity. When has the Prince Consort not stepped forward in times of crisis? In years of severe drought or flood, many shameless men sell their children to survive. At least when they meet a man like the Prince Consort, they don't have to worry about running away when disaster strikes!"
As Jin Chenxiao spoke, he felt sad about the past, and a gleam of unwilling pain flashed in his eyes.
Back then, her father was a man who lived a life of shameless living. He sold his youngest daughter for a bushel of rice despite her mother's pleading. After Jin Chenxiao was rescued by Pei Zhaoying and taken under his command, and her military rank rose steadily, that heartless man still had the audacity to come to the capital to recognize his relatives!
From then on, Jin Chenxiao gave up hope in love in the world and remained alone until now.
Pei Zhaoying was moved by what she said, thinking of her own father and mother, a pair of heroes who had been together through life and death, both of whom died on the battlefield, with deep love for each other.
If the country is in danger and she is trapped in a life-or-death situation, Xiao Bo will surely come to her frantically and not be separated from her, just like he did every time he extended a helping hand before, right?
After the quarrel, Pei Zhaoying never doubted whether Xiao Bo would fight alongside her.
She even subconsciously and naturally attributed it to something that should be taken for granted, forgetting to think deeply about the affection that would be required, as deep and broad as the ocean.
I was so wrapped up in the sense of security that Xiao Bo gave me that I didn't even realize how lucky I was.
Jiang Yubai exhaled heavily through his nostrils, groaning and breaking Pei Zhaoying's thoughts:
"People's hearts are unpredictable. Who knows what will happen in the future? Ah Ying, have you ever thought about what Xiao Bo likes about you? Your stunning appearance? Your high position and authority? There must be a reason for the emergence of human emotions. Just like how we have known each other until now, our friendship has been forged through blood and blood. Xiao Bo's feelings for you now seem deep, but don't you think they are just castles in the air? Can you really sleep well if you think about it at night?"
Pei Zhaoying covered her face, feeling hurt by his blunt words: "...Stop talking."
She couldn't deny that what Jiang Yubai said made sense.
But, were all the tenderness and affection between her and Xiao Bo fake? Was it Xiao Bo's fake?
There were laws in Daliang that stipulated that officials with huge amounts of wealth far exceeding their salaries must explain the legal origin of their wealth, otherwise they would be treated as corrupt and bribery.
Pei Zhaoying seemed to have received a huge amount of love from heaven given by Xiao Bo. She was at a loss, not knowing where it came from and why it happened.
Thinking about it carefully, when she first caught a glimpse of him on Zhuque Street, Xiao Bo dropped from the sky and stopped her frightened horse in time without changing his expression. There was already a hint of deep affection in his dark eyes for no reason.
Then, they intersected step by step. His love came over her, and Pei Zhaoying bathed in it, forgetting herself and almost drowning in his tenderness... Even if there were quarrels, even if what he gave her was not simple, Pei Zhaoying was obsessed with it, thinking about it day and night, like a madman. When she saw a soft white cloud in the sky, she would think of the brocade robe that Xiao Bo loved to wear. Jiang Yubai's words were like a bucket of cold water on her head, forcing her to wake up from her illusion.
"Well, that's not the case. People always say that love arises from nowhere. I believe what I saw with my own eyes. Take the time when Your Highness was poisoned in the palace for example. Lord Xiao Bo, who was so upright and composed in the face of danger, became completely dejected in front of the emperor. Your Highness, you didn't see how disheveled and decadent Lord Xiao Bo looked at that time. He looked like he was about to start a massacre in the palace. How could he fake that?"
Lu Yunqi said a few fair words for Xiao Bo.
However, she was frightened several times by the fierce murderous intent that occasionally emanated from Xiao Bo. Sometimes, she even felt that the person standing there was not a human being, but a desperate living dead who had died once. As a doctor, she could not directly use this intuition to speculate with certainty.
As you and I talked back and forth, Pei Zhaoying became more and more confused.
After the storm, her own answer gradually became clear on the surface of the water.
She missed him very much after not seeing him for a few days.
Sometimes her mind would suddenly wander, dazzled by her nap, and she would think Xiao Bo was standing by the flower stand, looking at her with a faint smile on his face.
When she realized that Xiao Bo was still in the Dali Temple, her heart felt empty and aching, as if the flesh that had been growing well there had been gouged out for no reason. Pei Zhaoying knew that no matter what else, she should go and see him.
She had deliberately changed into a plain pear-blossom white brocade dress. The design was simple, the material was the finest, and it was breathable and fitted, so even in the summer it wouldn't make one sweat. She was graceful and charming. As usual, she wore no heavy makeup, but she applied a smudge of the capital's most fashionable lip balm, "Peony Shy," to her lips. The remaining light smudge spread over her eye bags, like a natural blush from shyness. The nanny praised her for being so charming, even though she was heartless. No man could fail to be moved by her.
Pei Zhaoying also asked the kitchen to be equipped with a rich three-layer food box, which contained eight kinds of formal and exquisite dishes, such as lotus seed soup for cooling off, berry yam paste, braised lion's head, dried shredded pork with chicken sauce, and four kinds of dried fruits. They were ordinary dishes, and when they were laid out, they would not appear extravagant, but would only reveal the warmth of home.
After everything was packed up, Pei Zhaoying specially chose her lunch break to rush to the Dali Temple to visit Xiao Bo, to relieve her homesickness and to show her virtue.
Although none of the dishes were made by her, at least she delivered them personally, right? Xiao Bo should be grateful for this.
Pei Zhaoying had been in and out of the Dali Temple many times. The first time she visited as an official's wife, she felt embarrassed halfway through the journey.
It would be so embarrassing to turn back halfway, so Pei Zhaoying gritted his teeth and let people push him into the Dali Temple. He waved his badge and walked unimpeded to the official office of the chief at the back of the government office.
She was very polite and brought plenty of mung bean soup and various dried fruit snacks. Even the servants hired from the people were given a portion of snacks by the maid with a smile as a reward. Pei Zhaoying wanted to come quietly, so she didn't ask for thanks and didn't let anyone know.
Xie Zheng was quite clever. Considering Xiao Bo's hard work day and night in recent days, he came up with a plan. After a quick bow, he pointed Pei Zhaoying in the direction of Xiao Bo's study.
"Her Royal Highness, the Princess, must be here to visit your husband, right? He's arrived just in time! Your husband has been acting like a madman lately, working diligently on cases late into the night. People like us, the subordinates, can even take turns looking after him. He truly doesn't consider himself a real person, just toiling away. Look, it's mealtime, and he doesn't even know how to eat! You must keep a close eye on him."
The word "Langjun" brings a strange sense of familiarity and intimacy.
To anyone in the world, they look like a sweet couple.
Pei Zhaoying was unfamiliar with another identity besides being the eldest princess. As a new wife, she seemed to feel good about managing her husband's social life.
She frowned again because of Xie Zheng's words:
"How can I not eat? Won't my stomach be starved?"
"Don't you know your husband's temper? He's too selfless and dedicated to his work. You should pay more attention to him. Even if you have to force food into his mouth, you must force it into his mouth."
Xie Zheng deliberately exaggerated the facts and diligently pointed out the way.
According to Xie Zheng's experience and hearsay, being a consort was no easy feat; it was like having a patriarch waiting on you. Xiao Bo's solitary residence in the Princess's residence was no different from marrying into her family's family, so life was bound to be full of bumps and bruises. Xie Zheng had to exaggerate and let Xiao Bo experience the feeling of having the Princess wait on him at dinner.
Upon hearing this, Pei Zhaoying hurriedly thanked Xie Zheng and asked Qiluo to push the wheelchair faster.
After Qiluo sent Pei Zhaoying and the food box into Xiao Bo's study, she consciously stepped away. Between husband and wife, it doesn't matter if they quarrel or make a fuss. The most terrifying thing is that they don't quarrel or make a fuss and don't say a word!
"Who? Just walk in without saying hello."
Xiao Bo heard the door creak open, and without looking up, he leaned over the desk and spoke coldly, with the aura of the highest official in the Dali Temple.
Didn't wait for the conversation with the daring person.
Instead, a familiar scent of linden slowly invaded the room and climbed up his cuffs.
Xiao Bo looked up blankly and saw a fairy-like person sitting in a wheelchair, holding an ebony food box in both hands, with her eyes rosy and charming... Xiao Bo's soul seemed to be unattached to his body. He maintained a stiff posture and was stunned for several breaths.
"Master Xiao Bo, you have such great authority. Do I have to go through so many layers of formalities to see you now?"
The husband I had missed for so long was right in front of me.
Pei Zhaoying turned the wheelchair hub to move it closer to him. She didn't want to cry, but her voice was unconsciously tainted with bitterness and her nose was filled with pain. She wanted to cry again.
Or... bury your head in Xiao Bo's arms.
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