Yue Jiang tidied her hair, put the half-finished sachet in her needle basket, and got up to greet the outside.
Before she even stepped out of the palace gate, she saw Jing Yan walking calmly toward her.
Yue Jiang's face lit up with joy. She ran forward and hugged Jing Yan when he wasn't looking: "Your Highness, you're finally back."
When Jing Yan saw Yue Jiang running towards him, he had a premonition that she would pounce on him again.
So when Yue Jiang hugged him, he didn't panic; instead, he felt a familiar sense of security.
It seems that Yi Yuejiang's lively personality makes my worry that she might become unfamiliar with me unfounded.
Jingyan gently patted Yuejiang's shoulder to show the same sentiment: "Alright, Jiang'er, don't let the palace servants laugh at us outside."
Yue Jiang did not get out of Jing Yan's arms as quickly as he expected. She even nestled her head in his arms in disappointment, her tone dejected.
"I haven't seen Your Highness for many days. I was overjoyed to see you again and wanted to express all my longing. But Your Highness is concerned about others. There are hardly any people around!"
Long before Jingyan returned, Yuejiang had dismissed the extra palace servants around her, leaving only five or six palace maids and eunuchs to serve her.
These people have been taught to follow the rules since childhood. When they encounter this situation, they will only pretend to be deaf and blind, keeping their heads down. They will not stare at them.
After Yue Jiang finished expressing her grievances, she did not linger in Jing Yan's arms. She loosened her arms and first asked about everyday matters.
"Your Highness has just returned. Have you gone to pay your respects to the Emperor and Empress?"
"There's no rush," Jing Yanben said, pleased to see that Yue Jiang was not unfamiliar with him.
I wasn't blaming her for what I said earlier, it's just a habit I've always had, but it just made her complain.
Jing Yan sighed silently, then extended his right hand, which had been behind his back, and handed the bouquet he had bought to Yue Jiang.
As Yue Jiang turned her head to the side, a faint fragrance suddenly wafted into her nose. She looked in surprise toward the source of the fragrance and found a handful of colorful little flowers.
"When I came back, I saw that the hillside was covered with flowers, which was very different from the potted plants in the palace. It's a pity that Jiang'er wasn't here, so I bought a bouquet of flowers. Do you like them?"
After a while, Yue Jiang only moved her head and glanced at it. Fearing that she didn't like it, Jing Yan explained, then tilted the bouquet, letting the soft petals lightly brush against Yue Jiang's earlobe, making her flinch slightly.
"Did Your Highness buy this especially for me?" Yue Jiang didn't turn around immediately, her words carrying a hint of doubt.
Jing Yan laughed: "If I don't give it to Jiang'er, who else can I give it to?"
As he spoke, he took Yue Jiang's hand and tried to slip the bouquet to her.
Just as he was about to hand the bouquet to Yue Jiang, he inadvertently noticed several red dots on her fingers.
Jing Yan's expression instantly turned serious. He rubbed his hands together and asked, "What's going on?"
Yue Jiang remained silent, glancing innocently at Jing Yan's waist. Jing Yan followed her gaze to his waist and instantly understood.
“Jiang’er, if you’re not good at needlework, then don’t bother. Why hurt yourself?”
"My embroidery is very good, it's just that I've embroidered too much," Yue Jiang snorted, putting away her previous happy expression and correcting her "seriously," then forcefully explaining the reason for the needle holes on her hands.
"The mosquitoes in the mountains are venomous. I thought that sending them only once wouldn't be enough, so I embroidered a few more while I had some free time. Next time Your Highness leaves, you can take more with you and tie them to the headboard. You'll definitely sleep more soundly then."
Yue Jiang didn't complain about the hardship at all. After speaking, she generously accepted the flowers from Jing Yan and went straight into the hall.
Jing Yan paused for a moment before entering the hall.
Yue Jiang was arranging flowers nearby when he noticed the embroidery thread in the needle basket, as well as five or six finished sachets and one half-finished sachet.
The pattern on it was so complex and intricate that Jing Yan guessed it would take several days to complete the embroidery.
It seems that Yue Jiang had already decided on him, which is why she went to such lengths.
"Your Highness, is it beautiful?"
Yuejiang decorated a sky-blue porcelain vase with flowers, the mouth of which was filled with colorful little flowers.
It just so happens that Yuejiang is wearing a light-colored dress today, but it is covered with flowers embroidered with silver and gold threads, which are gorgeous and vivid, and look warm and cozy from a distance.
Jingyan now felt that Yue Jiangguang standing there was no different from the magnificent scenery of the whole mountain.
"Your Highness, what are you daydreaming about? Time to eat."
While Jing Yan was lost in thought, the palace servants began to set out lunch, and Yue Jiang stood in front of the table calling to him.
He coughed lightly and walked over. Looking around, he saw a table full of his favorite foods. It seemed that Yue Jiang had made preparations for his return to the East Palace today.
Jing Yan casually remarked, "After the meal, I will go to the inner palace to pay my respects to my father and mother. Jiang'er, you don't need to accompany me."
After he finished paying his respects, he still had to discuss state affairs with his father, the Emperor. Yue Jiang was bored waiting for him.
Yue Jiang nodded: "Alright, Your Highness, please take care of yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bowl of soup was handed to Jing Yan. Everything was as thoughtful as before, but Jing Yan slowly began to feel something was off.
But I can't figure out exactly what's wrong.
Perhaps Yue Jiang was upset about what happened earlier. He should stay in Yichun Palace today to avoid disappointing Yue Jiang.
However, Jing Yan did not bring up the matter of staying, since he believed that Yue Jiang did not want him to leave.
Lunch was finished in the few days we hadn't seen each other.
In the afternoon, Jingyan went to the inner palace to pay his respects to the Emperor and Empress, while Yuejiang did not go to the inner palace and instead took a nap.
When she woke up, the sun had already set.
As usual, Yue Jiang changed her clothes and got up first, then arranged for Qingke and Qingfei to prepare the meal. Jing Yan returned to Yichun Palace on time after the meal was all set out.
Before he could even sit down, he noticed that there was only one set of chopsticks and a bowl on the table, and Jing Yan hesitated and stopped sitting down.
When Yue Jiang returned after washing her hands, she was greatly surprised to see Jing Yan standing in the hall: "Your Highness, what brings you here?"
Jing Yan: "..."
"Should I... not have come?"
Compared to Jingyan's self-doubt, Yuejiang was exceptionally serious.
"Of course Your Highness should come, but why didn't you have someone inform me beforehand? I thought you were staying at Xiande Palace and wouldn't be coming."
Although Yue Jiang and Jing Yan are husband and wife, they have their own separate sleeping quarters. Xiande Hall is where Jing Yan can rest alone, and he can also eat alone there.
There was no rule that the couple had to live separately for seven days before their wedding, but after that, they could do as they pleased.
Usually, it's Jing Yan who makes the decision; he can take the initiative to suggest staying.
Yue Jiang could also take the initiative to persuade Jing Yan to stay.
However, Jing Yan always thought that Yue Jiang would definitely not kick him out, but he never expected that she had no intention of keeping him at all.
"Your Highness, what should we do? You didn't tell me you were coming, so I didn't have anyone prepare your meal. Why don't you use my food?" Yue Jiang was very troubled and anxious.
Jing Yan raised his hand and waved it, then paused for a moment, wondering if this was a trick by Yue Jiangxin.
He made an excuse, saying, "There's no need for such trouble. Didn't I leave a book with Jiang'er? I'll just take it and leave."
Jingyan made a move to go into the inner room, but Yuejiang did not follow. Instead, she sat back down at the dining table and said considerately, "The books are all on the dressing table. Your Highness, go and get them."
Upon entering the inner room, Jing Yan's first glance wasn't at the books, but rather at Yue Jiang's bed.
The bed curtains were neatly drawn, allowing him to see the entire bed surface, where he discovered that there was only a pillow and a brocade quilt.
Jing Yan was increasingly convinced of one thing: he had been given the cold shoulder by Yue Jiang.
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