It wasn't until evening that Qingyin finally succumbed to exhaustion and let Nan Chu carry her out for dinner.
The table was already filled with Qingyin's favorite dishes.
Nan Chu gently coaxed the princess in his arms, "Be good, try this."
Qingyin patted his chest angrily, then said shyly, "I'll eat it myself."
Nan Chu raised an eyebrow. "Does the Princess Consort still have the energy to eat by herself?"
Qingyin: "..."
Old Man blushed and tried to raise his hand to take the spoon from Nan Chu's hand. After holding it for a while, he felt a sour taste in his mouth and said stubbornly, "You, you feed me. Anyway, it's my pleasure to be fed by you."
Nan Chu was amused by his lovely wife.
"Yes, yes, yes, I should serve my wife well."
...
The meal ended quickly amidst the sweetness between the two.
The following day, Nan Chu went to court again.
For several days in a row, Qingyin resumed her life of staying at home.
Outside the mansion, Dorje, who had been squatting near the Yehenara mansion, looked at the tightly closed gates of the mansion and couldn't help but spit out the grass in his mouth.
Doesn't Lady Zhalute ever go out?
His former sister-in-law, Hailanzhu, was not as much of a homebody as this Zhalute Fujin. She stayed in the mansion every day, never going out, never attending invitations or visiting parties, and never going out to go shopping for jewelry or clothes.
Dorjee frowned deeply, finding it hard to conclude from his few memories of his former sister-in-law that all women are such homebodies.
However, although he didn't have much of an impression, Dorje felt that Hailanzhu's former sister-in-law was not as much of a homebody as this Zhalute Fujin. With his elder brother around, he remembered that his brother had said that his sister-in-law liked to go out and buy jewelry and clothes.
Dorjee stood in the crowd, seemingly casually glancing at the gate of Yehenara Mansion, and then quickly disappeared into the crowd.
The Imperial Palace.
Hailanzhu deliberately found an opportunity to let Dorje sneak in dressed as a eunuch. She had Peilan guard the door while she stared intently at the familiar, refined young man in front of her.
"Dorje, why haven't you made a move yet? Don't you want to avenge your elder brother?"
Hailanzhu pressed the young man before her for answers.
Dorjee gave a sarcastic smile.
"Has the esteemed Consort Chen long forgotten my poor elder brother? Since you know who harmed my brother, why don't you avenge him?"
After saying that, Dorje stared intently at Hailanzhu, as if he would pounce on her like a beast and devour her flesh if she showed any sign of lying.
"You...you dare to do this!"
Hailanzhu felt a chill run down her spine as Dorje stared at her with those wolf-like eyes. She lowered her head guiltily, worried that Dorje might have sensed something was wrong from her gaze.
“I was terrified at the time, and your older brother also said that he cared about me and didn’t want me to get hurt to avenge him. I have always followed his last wish.”
As she spoke, Hailanzhu grew louder and louder, as if she had convinced herself that it was the truth.
Dorje looked at her intently for a while. "Alright, for my elder brother's sake, I'll help you this time, but you must tell me who the real killer of my brother was."
"good."
Hailanzhu answered this question with remarkable efficiency.
“And you must ruin Zarut’s face.”
Dorje gave her another dark look. "Hailanzhu, you really aren't as kind as my elder brother said."
Hailanzhu felt a pang of guilt and retorted sharply, "Then are you, Dorje, a good person?"
Dorje gave her a sharp, warning look.
Hailanzhu's inflated temper subsided again.
"I will only tell you the truth about killing your older brother if you finish what I ask for."
"Hailanzhu, if I helped you and you still lied, I will drag you to the ground to keep my brother company no matter what the consequences are."
Dorje spoke softly, his tone carrying a chilling warning.
Hailanzhu froze, feeling a little guilty, and said, "Of course I wouldn't lie to you."
The door opened, and Perrin, who knew everything, breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the Empress, whose clothes were intact and not disheveled, and another "fake eunuch."
"Your Highness, this servant will escort Eunuch Song out."
"Um."
Hailanzhu nodded calmly.
Dorjee is gone.
A flicker of excitement crossed her eyes. Dorje had agreed! That was wonderful! That woman, Jarut, would finally have no chance of seducing the Emperor again.
Hahaha.
Thinking of this, Hailanzhu couldn't help but smile smugly.
When Peilan was serving the Empress, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the smile on the Empress's face and couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.
—
Outside the palace, Qingyin stayed in her residence, eagerly awaiting the Lantern Festival, which was finally approaching.
On the evening of the Lantern Festival, Nan Chu got up early and gently woke Qing Yin, who was still sleeping.
He asked gently, "Weren't we going out to the Lantern Festival?"
At this point, Qingyin fully regained consciousness.
She lazily reached out her hand to Nan Chu, who knowingly and gently embraced his somewhat lazy wife as she got out of bed.
Having changed into a new dress and had her face cleansed by a maid, Qingyin was now truly awake.
She changed into a deep blue long dress and twirled proudly in front of Nan Chu, asking, "Does it look good?"
Nan Chu looked at her affectionately, "Beautiful."
Qingyin blushed when he looked at her, "I look good in anything."
"The Princess Consort looks good in anything."
"Alright, enough talk. Let's go out for a stroll. Maybe the people outside have already hung up lanterns by now?"
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