Chapter 329 How can a couple sleep in separate rooms?
"It's just a temporary solution. Are you angry?"
Seeing her acting so self-righteous, she seemed like Mo Jinchuan was being unreasonable, and Song Yanxi felt nauseous.
But she had her reasons and evidence, and even her euphemism of expressing her regret for eloping with him was just a prelude to making it easier for the "couple" to sleep in separate rooms after she woke up.
Before people want to blame him, they should ask themselves, how can they bear to do this?
Seeing that Song Yanxi had been looking at him, Mo Jinchuan paused while making the bed, frowned, and asked, "Isn't this a bit too deliberate?"
Without waiting for her to speak, he said to himself, "Forget it, I'd better stay in the house tonight to avoid the two elders getting suspicious."
He met Song Yanxi's slightly widened eyes and said seriously, "How can a couple sleep in separate rooms?"
But they are not really a couple.
Understanding her look, Mo Jinchuan was about to say something when he saw Song Yanxi pointing to the door.
The meaning is obvious.
Listening to the footsteps outside, Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said in a flattering voice: "My wife, you just woke up today and still need someone to take care of you. Don't send me out to sleep, okay?"
His tone was humble, but his eyebrows were slightly raised while he spoke, and his eyes had an indescribable ruffian look.
Song Yanxi was in a trance, and seemed to see him in her memory on the day when he returned victoriously, wearing golden armor, sitting upright on a tall horse, and looking very proud.
Two years of silence failed to dim the light in his eyes, but instead added a bit of composure to his handsome features, making people feel happier when looking at them.
Song Yanxi thought that if they were really husband and wife, she would never be willing to kick him out to sleep.
Not to mention that it was the middle of winter and the weather was freezing cold. How could she bear it?
She was lost in thought when she caught a glimpse of Mo Jinchuan skillfully opening the wardrobe in the corner, taking out a roll of bedding and walking out.
As he walked, he said dejectedly, "Then you should rest well. I will sleep in the outer room. When you need to get up at night, you can ring the bell at the head of the bed to wake me up."
The voice was so hesitant that if you didn't know better you would think he had suffered a great injustice.
If Song Yanxi hadn't seen the whole thing, just by listening to his words, she would have thought that she was a cold-hearted person who turned her back on others.
If Mr. and Mrs. Wu heard this, how would they look at her?
Suddenly, two light coughs were heard from outside, followed by Aunt Wu's complaining voice, "This awful weather! Once the snow starts, it won't stop. Don't sleep in tomorrow. While the snow isn't heavy these next two days, hurry up..."
The rest of his words stopped abruptly when he heard the door open.
Seeing Mo Jinchuan walking out with his bedding in his arms, looking helpless, Aunt Wu slapped her thigh and asked angrily, "Did he get kicked out?"
Mo Jinchuan smiled faintly and nodded.
Seeing this, Aunt Wu felt helpless and angry, but she ended up laughing at herself.
She said with a look of disgust: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, you still have the nerve to laugh. You've been kicked out by your wife and you're still laughing foolishly."
While she said this, her hands were busy as she deftly added a few pieces of firewood into the middle stove.
Wiping the dust off her hands, Aunt Wu brought out a rolled bamboo mat from a corner of the main room and spread it on the floor, saying, "It's cold outside. I'll have the old woman bring you another mattress later. Although it's a bit old and not as warm as a new one, it's better to have something to lie on than nothing."
Mo Jinchuan thanked him politely.
Aunt Wu grabbed the blanket from his arms and said in feigned anger, "You kid, you've been home for a few days and you're still like this. If you act so awkwardly next time, don't blame me for kicking you two out on a snowy day."
She paused, a trace of pain flashing in her eyes, "It was snowing heavily when my youngest son left. He didn't even have time to take the new coat I made for him."
As she spoke, she wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled, "People tend to be nagging when they get older. They keep repeating such trivial things over and over again. Pingchuan, you can't think I'm nagging."
"No." Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes and said calmly, "My mother died of complications during childbirth. I've never heard her voice, but from what my father said, she should have a similar temperament to my aunt."
When Aunt Wu heard this, the pain in her eyes became even more intense.
She lowered her head to tidy up the bedding, and said in a tearful voice, "Good boy, you two can live at home, and Auntie can still take care of your meals."
Mo Jinchuan smiled and said "Okay".
In fact, he deceived Aunt Wu.
His mother did not simply suffer from difficult labor, but was murdered by a villain. She gave birth to a son with great effort but then died.
As for his father...
There are dozens of concubines in the harem who have titles, and there are countless others whose identities are unknown or who have no name or status after being favored casually.
Fortunately, his mother was smart. After she found out she was pregnant, she did not make it public. Instead, she chose to bribe the eunuch on duty to see Princess Huayang when she entered the palace to pay tribute to her deceased mother.
There were only women and eunuchs in the inner palace. Princess Huayang knew that this was her brother's flesh and blood, so she felt pity for her and transferred her to the palace where the empress dowager lived during her lifetime to be responsible for cleaning.
On the surface, she was still a palace maid, but in private she had palace servants serving her, and there were also people who took care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Just wait for ten months of pregnancy and one day of delivery.
Regardless of whether the child is a boy or a girl, they are all of royal blood. As the biological mother, even if she is not favored in the future, she does not have to live a life of dependence on others.
But there is no wall that is impenetrable, and the women in the harem are all shrewd. Someone leaked the news before the baby was due.
She came from a humble background and was suddenly thrust into the spotlight. She was so anxious she couldn't sleep all day, and she didn't dare to refuse the advances from the various palaces, fearing she would offend anyone.
But she forgot that the flesh and blood in her belly was the greatest sin.
Especially after learning that the imperial physician asserted that she was pregnant with a boy, she became a thorn in the eyes of all the concubines in the palace.
Finally, someone couldn't control his temper and started a fight at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
She was poisoned and gave birth to a son with her last breath before she ran out of strength. She passed away without even having time to leave a word.
Someone dared to murder the royal heir under his nose. Emperor Xuande was furious and ordered the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice to jointly investigate. They almost turned the former court and the harem upside down but still couldn't find the murderer.
Perhaps it was because the emperor's majesty could not be challenged, or perhaps he really had a puppet in his heart, he rejected Princess Huayang's request to raise him on his behalf and kept him by his side to educate him.
Everyone in the palace said that he was very lucky, but no one asked him whether he wanted this "lucky" thing.
*
Song Yanxi was worried last night and tossed and turned until late at night before she fell into a deep sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright outside.
There were faint sounds of laughter coming from outside.
She pushed the door open and saw Mo Jinchuan, dressed in dark blue coarse cloth, sitting on the threshold of the gate, holding a sickle in one hand and a bamboo stick in the other.
Aunt Wu was sitting not far away opposite, weaving baskets while complaining about her husband, "Pingchuan's craftsmanship is really amazing. The bamboo strips he splits are all the same width and there are no burrs. The woven baskets are also beautiful.
No wonder our baskets are hard to sell, you should learn from Pingchuan."
Uncle Wu was not angry, and said cheerfully: "If I want to learn, I need to have the ability."
Aunt Wu gave him a glare and said, "You old thing, you're quite savvy."
Hearing the door open, she turned her head and found that Mo Jinchuan had already stood up and was walking quickly towards Song Yanxi.
His eyes were filled with concern, and he asked softly, "Did you sleep well last night, my lady? Did we wake you up?"
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