Aunt Ye asked, "How can being the Crown Prince's Consort be considered a bad thing for you?"
Yun Xiangye said, "I don't need those titles."
Aunt Ye sighed and said, "Today is a festival, and I don't want to persuade you any further, but Gu Yanneng dressed up as a woman for you, and the story of him wearing colorful clothes to entertain his wife is known throughout Chang'an, which shows how much he loves you..."
Yun Xiangye said, "I know how he feels about me, so I allowed him to accompany me to your house to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival."
Aunt Ye smiled helplessly, "Never mind, you're a sensible child. You need to know what to do. Gu Yan has made mistakes before, but no one is perfect. It's great that he's willing to correct them. It's rare to find a man in this world who is willing to humble himself and admit his mistakes to his wife and children."
Yun Xiangye simply fanned herself lightly with her round fan and said, "I understand, aunt, but I'm not ready for the position of Prince Ning's Consort. Why should I be looked down upon by others so often?
Things are pretty good now. I'm not marrying Gu Yan, and we rarely quarrel anymore."
Aunt Ye smiled and said, "It's almost time for the feast, let's go to the table."
Yun Xiangye took Nuonuo from Aunt Ye's hands and went to the table. Today's Mid-Autumn Festival dishes were very rich.
Her uncle and aunt were also very polite. After lunch, when Yun Xiangye and Gu Yan said goodbye, she saw the loneliness in her uncle and aunt's eyes when she waved goodbye.
Yun Xiangye returned to the carriage and sighed heavily. Her uncle and aunt would probably prefer that it was her sister who came to have lunch with them today, right?
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Inside the East Palace.
Ye Wanhe gently stroked her belly. Her eight-month-old belly could clearly feel the movement of the baby in her belly.
Zhao Yun walked over to Ye Wanhe and said, "There's a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet tonight, and we need to offer sacrifices to the moon. Are you able to do it?"
Ye Wanhe looked into Zhao Yun's eyes and said, "Your Highness, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunions. Can I walk through the tunnel to West Street to see my parents?"
Zhao Yun frowned and said, "You need to be clear about your current identity."
Ye Wanhe lowered her eyes and said, "I understand."
Zhao Yun hooked the strands of hair on Ye Wanhe's forehead and lowered his head to rest on her belly. "It seems like it's kicking me. I really hope it can come out soon. This is the biggest happy event in Dasheng in recent years."
Ye Wanhe looked at Zhao Yun's profile, and her hand unconsciously grasped the purse at her waist.
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