That's so unfair.
Zuo Miaomiao's mind was in a mess, and she had no idea what to do.
Should I find another reason to reject him?
Or is it to express one's true feelings?
But she only had a slight liking for him; she hadn't yet confessed her feelings to him.
Sigh, how do girls usually deal with this?
In the midst of panic and confusion, a voice that was all too familiar reached her ears: "Miaomiao, Daddy's back! Why didn't you go forward?"
She was immediately overjoyed and rushed forward, saying, "Dad, I'm a little tired. Let's go home quickly."
The Left Censor was taken aback: "Aren't you going to look at the chrysanthemums?"
"I'm not going to watch anymore. The sun is so strong, and the queue will take so long. I'll definitely get a tan."
The Left Censor was naturally reluctant to let his daughter get tanned.
"Then let's come another day. Anyway, the chrysanthemum exhibition is still a few days away."
Zuo Miaomiao immediately waved to Fu Weiyun: "General Fu, we're leaving now. You can enjoy the flowers at your leisure."
Fu Weiyun smiled slightly: "Okay, goodbye."
Zuo Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this guy didn't spout nonsense in front of her father.
Otherwise, who knows what might happen.
She tugged at her father's sleeve and hurried away.
The Left Censor frowned.
The atmosphere between the daughter and Fu Weiyun seemed a bit off.
Did something happen between them while he was away?
But seeing how eagerly his daughter was to go home, it seemed like nothing was wrong.
He was probably overthinking it.
After that day, Zuo Miaomiao would occasionally recall her conversation with Fu Weiyun by Mingyue Lake, and all sorts of thoughts would surface in her mind.
She didn't know what her true feelings were and was terrified of seeing Fu Weiyun.
To avoid him, she didn't even dare to go to the Yong'an Marquis's residence—fearing she might run into Fu Weiyun at Xiao Qingyin's place.
Xiao Qingyin was completely unaware of this. One day, when she had some free time, she thought of her and said to Qin Wenjun, "It seems like Miaomiao hasn't come for a long time."
"He's probably busy writing articles."
Qin Wenjun smiled.
Xiao Qingyin nodded.
Miaomiao looked quite lazy, as if she had no other desires in life besides eating, drinking and gossiping.
But when it comes to writing, he's quite the workaholic.
Thinking this, she said to Qin Wenjun, "Bring me the 'Xiwen' magazine from the past few days. I want to see what new things Miaomiao has written."
Qin Wenjun accepted the order and left.
After reading the newspaper, Xiao Qingyin was somewhat surprised.
There haven't been any articles by Miaomiao lately.
She was a little worried: "Is he sick?"
He then asked Qin Wenjun to prepare a basket of fresh fruit, intending to visit the Zuo residence.
Before they even left the house, the steward came to report: "Princess Ping has brought the young prince to seek medical treatment."
Princess Ping, formerly known as Crown Princess Ruan Lanruo, gave birth to a son at the beginning of the year, and the child is now over six months old.
Xiao Qingyin used to get along quite well with her, but in the past two years she has been traveling around and lost contact with Ruan Lanruo. She hasn't heard from her for a long time.
Upon hearing this, he put aside Zuo Miaomiao's matter for the moment and said to the housekeeper, "Bring them over."
When she saw Ruan Lanruo, she almost didn't recognize her.
In my memory, Ruan Lanruo was a woman with a beautiful figure and outstanding looks, exuding the noble air of a person in a high position.
The woman before me, Ruan Lanruo, was bloated, with a sallow complexion and a haggard expression. If it weren't for her relatively decent clothes, she would be no different from any other woman on the street.
The contrast was so stark that Xiao Qingyin's greeting caught in her throat.
Ruan Lanruo clearly read her thoughts from her shocked expression and said self-deprecatingly, "Didn't you expect me to become an ugly monster? I haven't looked in the mirror for a long time, so as not to cry because I'm ugly."
Xiao Qingyin glanced at the child she was holding.
“You’ve already maintained your figure very well. Women’s figures usually change after childbirth, and with feeding and taking care of the child, they also have to stay up late, so their health isn’t very good. You’re both a father and a mother, so it must have been even more difficult for you.”
Ruan Lanruo sighed.
“That’s right. Ever since Kun’er was born, I haven’t had a full night’s sleep. I have to get up three or four times a night just to feed him. If he cries, I can’t sleep at all.”
Xiao Qingyin was slightly surprised: "You didn't hire a wet nurse?"
Ruan Lanruo smiled wryly: "It's a long story."
"Wow!--"
The child in her arms suddenly burst into tears.
Ruan Lanruo held him and shook him several times, but the child didn't stop crying; instead, he cried even louder.
She comforted him while explaining, "He's had a fever for the past two days for some reason. I called a doctor, and the fever would go down for a while after he took the medicine, but it would come back quickly. He also vomits. I don't know what's wrong, so I had to bring him to see you."
The last "you" was pronounced a bit stiffly, as if the speaker wasn't quite used to the change in status.
Xiao Qingyin noticed this and chuckled, "No need to use honorifics with me. Sit down first, and I'll take a look at him."
Ruan Lanruo sat down, holding the child.
After taking her pulse, Xiao Qingyin frowned.
Judging from the pulse, there is nothing wrong with the child's internal organs, and the symptoms look like a common cold.
But if it's just a common cold, doctors in Beijing can definitely cure it.
The recurring issues now likely indicate a problem elsewhere.
He then said to Ruan Lanruo, "I need to untie the swaddling clothes to take a look."
"good."
Ruan Lanruo placed the child on the low table next to her and skillfully untied the bag strap.
Xiao Qingyin carefully examined the child from top to bottom and found a scar the size of a soybean between the toes of the child's right foot.
The scar was slightly dark, and the surrounding area was red and swollen.
Her face darkened.
What happened to this wound?
"I took him for a short rest in the back garden a few days ago,"
Ruan Lanruo replied.
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