Chapter 100 Don’t you believe me?
Qin Yurong didn't know how to respond.
Cheng Nianying responded calmly: "Well, she is scared."
"Then there's no need to serve here. Go down and have a rest." Fu Yi said kindly.
Qin Yurong opened her eyes wide and wanted to leave, but she couldn't bear to leave Cheng Nianying alone to face Fu Yi.
"Go ahead." Cheng Nianying also said.
Qin Yurong then left.
Fu Yi lowered his head and carefully rolled up Cheng Nianying's sleeve, checking the wound on her hand: "It's better today, but it's still healing slowly."
"Is it because you haven't eaten much lately? I noticed that you don't have a good appetite."
He really paid attention to every detail.
Because she lost her sense of smell and taste, she didn't eat as much as before.
The maidservant beside her replied, "I will go and tell the kitchen to put more effort into making more dishes."
Fu Yi: "Yeah."
Cheng Nianying was completely confused after hearing this.
If Prince Danshuo really wanted to kill her... why bother doing this? Even if he didn't do anything superficial, the Wuning Marquisate wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
Was it for the emperor to see? Because the marriage was granted by the emperor?
That’s not quite right.
All the palace maids have been transferred away, so there is no need to pretend now.
"Why aren't you talking?" Fu Yi paused and asked her, "Are you angry with me?"
Cheng Nianying lowered her eyes: "Why should I be angry with the prince?"
"Because you've been repeatedly assassinated, it's all my fault. If I weren't your husband, why would those people come after you?"
No one dared to listen to such a conversation and quickly stepped back a few steps.
Cheng Nianying then replied softly, "Madam Shi is very kind to me."
When these words were spoken, Nanny Shi, who was following from a distance, was stunned at first, and then a tender feeling could not help but spread in her heart.
Cheng Nianying continued, "I went to the Xu family's farm today, and many people there treated me warmly. Isn't it because the prince is my husband?"
Fu Yi paused, turned around, hugged Cheng Nianying, and whispered in her ear, "I couldn't be happier that you think this way."
He stroked Cheng Nianying's hair and spoke softly, "I've thought that for someone like me, it might be better not to marry. Otherwise, I'd make too many enemies in the court and end up hurting her someday."
Cheng Nianying was stunned.
Is this a sincere statement or a false one?
Fu Yi pinched her hair and gently curled it, then continued, "With my wife by my side today, my fear has subsided a little. I only hope that I can stay with my wife for a long time..."
"The prince would also be afraid?" Cheng Nianying interrupted.
Fu Yi paused, hearing the stiffness in her voice.
But he still spoke calmly: "As humans, we have fears. What's so strange about that?"
"I have never seen the prince look frightened."
Fu Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, then placed his hand in hers. "I just heard that we encountered assassins again today, and my heart sank for a moment. How can I not be terrified?"
Cheng Nianying grabbed his fingers: "But your hands are always cold."
Fu Yi: “…”
I got into trouble again today.
Fu Yi laughed and said, "My lady, do you have to cut open my heart and take a look before you believe it?"
It would be great if we could see clearly by cutting open the heart.
But there are many people in this world who cannot be understood even if they are cut open.
Cheng Nianying exhaled quietly and said, "Let's go in."
She didn't respond.
Fu Yi frowned, feeling unhappy in his chest.
Is it because the real Qin Yurong has arrived, so she doesn't want to pretend to be submissive anymore?
still……
"Did the assassin today really say that I was the one who ordered him?" Fu Yi asked directly.
Cheng Nianying hadn't thought of testing him so soon.
Her eyes flashed: "Yeah."
"You believe it?"
"No."
Fu Yi squeezed her hand and said, "But I noticed that my wife treats me a little coldly."
Cheng Nianying suddenly felt a little depressed.
Was there any involvement of his? If so, how could he still come back and accuse her of being cold?
She raised her eyes and met Fu Yi's gaze directly: "I said no, and that's it. The prince doesn't believe me, does that mean he doesn't like me enough?"
Fu Yi pursed his lips.
Okay, I learned to ask him back.
"I believe it. I believe everything my wife says. Are you happier now?"
"...Yeah." Cheng Nianying still couldn't be happy.
He always spoke like this, as if he obeyed her in everything, but Cheng Nianying found that was not the case.
Just like today when she was "assassinated" again, he naturally asked her not to go out for the next few days. Even if she went out, she had to go with him.
He knows how to achieve his goals.
When they returned to Youhuang Courtyard, Fu Yi did not leave. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Writing can help you calm down. How about I grind some ink for you, my lady?"
Cheng Nianying originally wanted to say that she didn't want to write.
But I also felt that this was said out of spite.
Why bother with learning?
Cheng Nianying walked to the desk and sat down after some hesitation.
Fu Yi said he would grind ink for her, and then he really started doing this job.
The maids hesitated to speak, thinking that perhaps this could also be considered a kind of interest, and then they retreated.
The ink ground by Fu Yi is better than that ground by Cheng Nianying. It is rich but not too thick, and has a warm luster.
He put down the ink stick, spread out paper in front of Cheng Nianying and said, "Today's ink is suitable for silk paper."
Cheng Nianying stared at his hands, and felt that Prince Danshuo's hands were glowing at this moment.
She was slightly distracted.
The good in this person is so conspicuous that it is hard to tell whether he is a good person or not.
"Master." Wu Xun's voice sounded outside the door, "The prince suddenly came and wanted to see you."
Fu Yi said, "What a rare guest."
He lowered his head to look at Cheng Nianying: "That lady..."
"I'll just write it myself."
"Um."
Fu Yi wiped his hands.
It’s a pity.
As soon as he left.
Cheng Nianying tried hard to recall the words Fu Yi had taught her to write that day, exactly how she had drawn each stroke... She tried to write it out.
The strokes are powerful, but lack the spirit of the characters.
Cheng Nianying didn't dare to leave any writing behind, so she hurriedly folded it up and burned it with candlelight.
She paused for a moment, then stood up and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Nanny Shi came forward.
"I'm still a little nervous." Cheng Nianying paused and said, "I want to stay with the prince."
Nanny Shi hesitated for a moment and said, "I will take you there."
What does Prince Danshuo look like when he is not in front of me?
Cheng Nianying wanted to know.
*
"Brother, you never come to visit for anything else." Fu Yi stepped into the room. "What do you want to accuse me of again?"
Fu Cheng looked him up and down: "Can you walk freely?"
"It's no problem to walk a few steps to the mansion."
"What happened to the assassin?"
"What's going on? Big brother should ask the assassin."
"The person is in Prince Liang's hands... The assassin insists he was assigned by you. Given Prince Liang's temper, he will definitely report this to His Majesty and accuse you of being dissatisfied with His Majesty's marriage. If the palace is implicated..."
Fu Yi raised his eyes calmly and said, "Your Majesty is wise and wise, how could you be deceived by others?"
"Fu Yi!"
"With my status and position, if I were to hire someone to kill someone, why would I do it myself? Think about it, big brother."
Fu Cheng still looked at him with suspicion: "Since you were little, no one can tell whether what you say is true or false... Maybe that's why you acted in the opposite way."
"It's extremely boring to talk like that." Fu Yi tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers. "Brother, if you have nothing else to do, I'll hurry back to practice calligraphy with my princess."
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as the words "County Princess" were mentioned, Fu Cheng became even more unhappy. He asked with a grim expression, "Did you do that on purpose?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Did you choose the dress for your wife on the day of the banquet at Prince Kang's mansion? And today too, right? Are you using her to tease me?"
Fu Yi glanced at him sideways, his eyes lengthened, revealing a bit of indifference: "Oh, if you feel you've been teased, then it's your fault."
"Fu Yi! You look down on everything in the world and treat everyone as your plaything. Sooner or later, you will suffer the consequences!"
"Princess...why don't we come back later?" Nanny Shi's tense voice came from outside the door.
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