Fu Mingchi got into the carriage and looked at Ye Wanshu lying in Mu Qingqing's arms. He asked anxiously, "Qingqing, what's wrong with Wan'er? Are you feeling unwell?"
After all, she rarely lied, so Mu Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Fortunately, her cousin's eyes were on Sister Wan and he didn't notice her at all. She forced herself to remain calm and said, "Cousin, Sister Wan has a headache. Maybe she caught a cold last night."
Upon hearing this, Fu Mingchi felt extremely guilty, thinking that he had left her in the house for so long last night, causing her to get sick.
Looking at Ye Wanshu, his face filled with guilt, he said, "Wan'er, please bear with it for a moment. I'll have someone set up camp right away and send for the imperial physician Qian to treat you."
Seeing him about to leave the carriage, Ye Wanshu hurriedly grabbed him and pretended to be sick, saying, "Fu Mingchi, don't delay your trip. We are in a hurry to get back to prepare for the wedding."
After saying that, Ye Wanshu pulled him to sit next to her and said seriously, "I feel much better now that you're by my side. Please don't cause any more trouble for everyone. Our marriage cannot be delayed, so we must hurry back as soon as possible."
Fu Mingchi felt a pang of sadness when he heard this, knowing that she was so anxious to marry him because she was worried about the Gu brothers.
If you think about it carefully, you are just a knife in her hand, so why should you care whether she treats you as her husband or as a courtesan?
Thinking of his previous promise to her, promising to pave the way for her and let her do whatever she wanted, Fu Mingchi looked at her with eyes full of heartache: "Wan'er, I'll do as you say. If you don't want to see the imperial physician, then I will accompany you every step of the way. Let's hurry back to Yuzhou as soon as possible."
Ye Wanshu nodded in relief. Zhao Yingying, who had rushed over, heard her cousin's words and immediately said displeasedly, "Cousin, if she's sick, you should have asked Imperial Physician Qian to treat her. You're clearly lying to me. She's not sick at all."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Mingchi said angrily, "Why don't you get back in the carriage?"
Zhao Yingying was so angry that her face turned pale.
This little bitch is full of loopholes. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that she is faking illness, but my cousin just believes her.
Whatever I do is wrong in my cousin's eyes, but this bitch can still make my cousin fool around by pretending to be sick.
Why? How was I inferior to her?
Zhao Yingying froze in place, indignant, with a look of unwillingness on her face.
Mu Qingqing had a headache watching this, and quickly got off the carriage, forcing Zhao Yingying to move forward: "Cousin, please stop making cousin unhappy, and hurry on."
Seeing Mu Qingqing about to board Zhao Yingying's carriage, Tao Anran felt a little worried. He quickly jumped off the horse and shouted, "Miss Mu, I will accompany you to comfort Miss Zhao."
Mu Qingqing smiled calmly, "Don't worry, Mr. Tao. I can comfort my cousin."
After saying that, his eyes darkened and he pushed Zhao Yingying directly into the carriage.
Zhao Yingying was so angry that her face turned blue. Looking at Mu Qingqing who followed in, she raised her hand to slap her, but this time Mu Qingqing grabbed her wrist tightly.
"At this point, cousin, you still don't understand?" Mu Qingqing said in a deep voice, "Cousin doesn't have you in his heart. Even if you hang yourself in front of him, he will just think of it as a spectacle."
Zhao Yingying's eyes were filled with resentment, and she wouldn't listen to her advice at all. What surprised her even more was that even the idiot from the Mu family dared to go against her.
Zhao Yingying struggled to break free and wanted to continue teaching her a lesson, but Mu Qingqing didn't give her any chance. She pushed her down into the car and then sat down next to her calmly.
The carriage swayed, instantly startling Yan Jin. He hurriedly lifted the curtain to check: "My two cousins, are you all right?"
Mu Qingqing smiled lightly and shook her head, looking innocent: "It's okay, my cousin accidentally slipped. General Yan, please let everyone continue on their journey and don't delay the trip."
Yan Jin nodded hesitantly, then lowered the curtain and ordered the army to continue their journey.
Mu Qingqing slowly and unsparingly pulled out a bag of candied fruit from her bosom, gracefully took out a piece and put it into her mouth, chewing it slowly. She casually glanced at the resentful pair of eyes next to her. She handed the candied fruit over and said with a cold smile, "Cousin, would you like to try it? It's very sweet."
Zhao Yingying was frightened by her unusual smile and felt a chill in her heart. She quickly held onto the carriage and sat up, moving her butt to the side.
Mu Qingqing was too lazy to pay attention to her and just ate the candied fruit. Thinking of Sister Wan's methods of controlling men, she couldn't help but laugh secretly again.
In the carriage behind, Fu Mingchi had taken off his outer robe and put it on Ye Wanshu, carefully protecting her. Seeing her lying obediently on his legs, his mood, which had been in a mess all night, finally calmed down completely.
"Fu Mingchi, are you angry about what happened last night?"
Ye Wanshu roughly guessed that his behavior just now was related to last night, but she couldn't figure out what went wrong.
Having experienced the hardships of her previous life, she would not cowardly avoid marriage, but she had different feelings about her new marriage.
She cannot control people's hearts, but there is one thing she knows as clearly as a mirror: if you want a harmonious relationship between husband and wife, it is always a good idea to communicate more.
In her previous life, she realized that there was a lack of effective communication between her and Gu Tingchen.
Fu Mingchi didn't want to talk about what happened last night, but since she asked, he didn't want to hide it from her.
"Wan'er, have you ever truly loved me?" Fu Mingchi couldn't hide his grievance. "Actually, I still mind being treated like a courtesan."
Ye Wanshu burst out laughing. So this was the crux of the matter.
She suddenly remembered how she had teased him in the temple.
At that time, both of them were on guard. He tricked her into going to the temple, and she retaliated by giving him the title of "Oiran". She never thought that he has been brooding over it until now.
"So, Your Highness is so sentimental." Ye Wanshu gently took his large hand. "Your Highness is a child of destiny. Who wouldn't love him? I only blame myself for staying in the backyard all day, blinded by my own ignorance, and failing to recognize Your Highness's true nature. If I had known Your Highness earlier, I would have locked him up in Taowu. I would never have let any woman in the world get away with him. I wouldn't even want an outsider to look at him for a second."
Fu Mingchi was delighted when he heard this. He slowly leaned over and whispered in her ear, "It's not too late. If you want to hide a beautiful woman in a golden house, you have to hide the best. I am definitely better than that top scholar."
"So, Your Highness is not only sentimental, but also jealous." Ye Wanshu bit the tip of his nose. "But doesn't Your Highness want to be an oiran?"
Fu Mingchi choked. He didn't know her feelings before, so he naturally felt a little disgusted with the word "Oiran". But now that he knew that she wanted to lock him up in Taowu and cherished him so much, he was no longer angry and was secretly happy.
Afraid that she would notice his inner pride, Fu Mingchi deliberately glanced at her. Seeing her full of energy, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Wan'er, are you really sick?"
"I dare not deceive Your Highness. I am indeed ill."
Ye Wanshu smiled and slowly moved his hand to my heart: "But Your Highness has just healed me."
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