After lunch, Jiang Luoluo was to go to the palace to pay her respects to Empress Dowager Du.
With Dingdang's help, she finished washing and dressing, changed into a dignified and luxurious palace dress, tied her black hair into a high bun, and walked lightly towards the main hall.
As soon as she passed through the covered walkway and arrived at the door, her gaze fell on that tall and slender figure.
Xie Yizhi stood quietly by the window, gazing at the swirling snowflakes, his figure appearing even more aloof and cold in the reflection.
Jiang Luoluo stopped at the door and called out softly, "Your Highness."
Xie Yizhi turned around and froze for a moment.
Today, Jiang Luoluo is dressed in a palace gown, with exquisite features. Behind her is a snow-covered landscape, making her seem as if she is in the morning light, so beautiful that it is hard to look away.
The snow falling all over the garden couldn't compare to her every smile and frown; he was so captivated by her beauty that he couldn't help but be mesmerized.
After regaining his senses, he walked a few steps to her, took her hand, and cupped her slightly cool hand in his palm. His voice was gentle: "Luo Luo, come in quickly, it's warm inside."
Jiang Luoluo let him lead her into the main hall. The two had just sat down when a small figure happily rushed over.
"Mother! Mother!"
Xie Zhichen's eyes sparkled as he nestled into Jiang Luoluo's arms like a spoiled little kitten.
Jiang Luoluo smiled, picked him up, affectionately ruffled his hair, and then settled him at the dining table.
Maids and servants brought out one steaming dish after another to the table. This was the first time the three of them had lunch together, and it felt like a warm home.
Jiang Luoluo picked out a chicken leg and put it in Xie Zhichen's bowl, saying softly, "Zhichen, eat more so you can grow taller and be like your father."
Xie Zhichen nodded vigorously, his little face full of seriousness: "Zhichen wants to grow tall so that he can protect his mother when he grows up!"
Jiang Luoluo was amused by the child's innocent words, and tenderness appeared in her eyes: "Okay, Mommy will wait."
Xie Yizhi was initially pleased to see the mother and son chatting happily, but as they talked, things took a turn for the worse.
He realized that the mother and son were completely ignoring his presence, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Jiang Luoluo, that big jerk, she forgot her husband as soon as she got a son?
Noticing Xie Yizhi's somewhat gloomy expression, Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but chuckle. She then picked up a piece of mutton and put it in his bowl, her tone somewhat ingratiating: "Your Highness, please eat more to nourish your body."
As she lowered her eyes, her gaze inadvertently fell on Xie Yizhi's hand, and seeing the shallow wound, her heart stirred slightly.
This must be from the cut I made last night while making the round handkerchief, right?
Thinking of this, a feeling of tenderness welled up in her heart, and her gaze softened involuntarily.
Xie Yizhi noticed that she had noticed his injury, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, his brows and eyes finally relaxing.
The meal was warm and lively. After the meal, Xie Zhichen obediently returned to his own courtyard.
Although he was young, he was very clever and knew that his newlywed parents needed time alone and that he shouldn't always bother them.
After seeing Xie Zhichen off, Jiang Luoluo instructed Dingdang to fetch the medicine box and found a bottle of ointment.
She looked at Xie Yizhi with gentle eyes: "Give me your hand."
Xie Yizhi was secretly delighted. He had already refused when Mo Feng and Mo Yang advised him to find the palace doctor to treat his wounds that morning.
This was the moment he had been waiting for—to have Jiang Luoluo apply the medicine to him personally. Only then would his self-inflicted injury be considered a success, and he would gradually win her heart.
He immediately moved his chair and obediently sat down next to her, offering his hand, looking unusually cooperative like a well-behaved child.
Jiang Luoluo gently dabbed some ointment and carefully applied it to his wound. Her fingertips were warm, as if they were touching his heart.
She picked up the cotton cloth again and carefully bandaged him up.
Xie Yizhi just watched her quietly, his gaze unwavering.
At that moment, he felt a burning sensation in his heart.
It turns out that being cared for and loved is such a warm feeling.
After their wounds were bandaged, the two boarded the carriage together and slowly headed towards the palace.
The carriages of Prince Yi's mansion were spacious and luxurious, with thick, soft brocade carpets laid out inside and curtains hanging down to block out the cold wind from the outside.
After Jiang Luoluo got on the bus, she sat down opposite Xie Yizhi, with a large empty seat between them.
Xie Yizhi glanced at the obviously too far distance, his eyes darkened slightly, and a sense of dissatisfaction rose in his heart.
They are newlyweds, so why is she still so distant?
He coughed lightly, and Mo Yang paused slightly while driving.
As a confidant of his own prince, how could Mo Yang not understand what this meant? His eyes darted around, and he suddenly slammed on the brakes.
"drive!"
The carriage suddenly stopped, and the entire carriage jolted violently.
Caught off guard, Jiang Luoluo cried out in surprise and bumped directly into Xie Yizhi's arms.
Xie Yizhi took the opportunity to embrace the slender figure in his arms, frowned slightly, and looked out of the car, coldly saying, "Mo Yang, how do you drive?"
Mo Yang suppressed a laugh, his tone feigning unease: "Your Highness, it was... a kitten suddenly darted in front of the carriage."
Xie Yizhi suppressed his secret joy, put on a cold and stern expression, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Go back and receive ten strokes of the military rod."
Mo Yang immediately adopted a humble and apprehensive demeanor: "Yes, Your Highness."
The master and servant worked together seamlessly, but Jiang Luoluo was not so easily fooled.
She was held in Xie Yizhi's arms, her eyes sparkling, and a subtle smile playing on her lips.
Xie Yizhi, you want to play, right?
Then I'll play with you for a while.
The next moment, she actually moved slightly in his arms, sitting softly and bonelessly on Xie Yizhi's lap.
Xie Yi was stunned, his body instantly stiffening.
Before he could react, Jiang Luoluo's slender white arms wrapped around his neck, her eyes filled with a touch of tenderness, and her voice was so soft it could melt water: "Your Highness, I am so grateful to you for saving my life just now."
Xie Yizhi's throat tightened, and his heart skipped a beat.
Jiang Luoluo was always calm and rarely showed such a charming expression, let alone spoke to him in such a voice.
He felt a burning heat all over his body, a surge of evil fire rising from the bottom of his heart, his blood boiling so fast it was about to get out of control.
But Jiang Luoluo didn't know when to stop. She reached out and her fingertips first gently traced his brow bone, then followed his handsome face down to his Adam's apple.
She tilted her head slightly, smiled innocently, and breathed sweetly: "Your Highness, you are so handsome. I absolutely adore your appearance."
Her voice was soft and alluring, brushing against his reason like a feather.
Xie Yizhi's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his fingers tightened slightly.
That damned woman, that big jerk, she's definitely Daji reincarnated!
His rationality was rapidly collapsing, his eyes darkening like a whirlpool. He suddenly raised his hand to grab her waist, his eyes burning with an uncontrollable heat, and was about to lower his head to kiss those red lips.
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