The days in the villa were relaxed and carefree, and Xihe almost forgot to go back to the city, until the old lady missed her grandson so much that she sent someone to deliver a letter asking them to go back early.
Xihe poked the little guy's chubby cheek and said, "Look how favored you are."
The child raised his head, his eyes full of confusion: "Mom?"
There is a small white mustache on his lips, which makes him look even more innocent and cute.
Xihe laughed and said, "This is ice cream."
The weather was getting hotter, and two days ago, she helped Lvwu make an ancient version of ice cream. Although the taste was not as good as the modern one, it still became the little one's favorite, and he kept asking for it all day long.
Xihe used a handkerchief to wipe him clean, and just as she was about to get up, Meng Yuchuan came over.
He was wearing a blue robe today. The material was thin and light. When the wind blew, he felt as if he was floating in the air. He did not look like a military officer, but more like a Taoist priest in a Taoist temple not far away.
“Daddy!”
Meng Huaiyu grinned, revealing a row of tiny teeth.
Meng Yuchuan sat down cross-legged, patted the little guy's head, and looked at Xihe: "My wife."
Xihe gave him the letter, and after he finished reading it, she supported her chin with both hands and said with a smile: "Husband, I will hand Huaiyu to you on the way." The meaning was self-evident.
Meng Yuchuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and sighed, "I'm afraid not."
Xihe: ???
"The imperial decree to confer the title of Marquis has been issued, and we must all go back to listen to it."
After he finished speaking, he saw her face fall instantly, and the smile on her lips deepened. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch her head.
Xihe slapped him away: "I'm not your daughter."
She sighed, life in the villa was easy, she wanted to stay a few more days.
Thinking of this, he looked at someone.
"My Lord."
"Um?"
"I will come again after receiving the order."
Meng Yuchuan said "hmm", but didn't say whether he agreed or not.
Xihe stared at the man, but didn't get a definite answer until evening.
The next day, the maids began to pack up. The little girl knew she was going back to the city soon, and she felt depressed.
Seeing this, Xihe took out a spinning top and asked the servant to take him to the yard to play. Soon, bursts of laughter came from the yard. Xihe looked at it and smiled unconsciously.
"Young Madam, do you want us to help pack up the prince's things?"
"Where's Qingzhu?"
"Should be following the prince."
Xihe looked around and found that most of the people around Meng Yuchuan were gone. After thinking for a moment, he said, "You guys clean up first. I'll go ask the prince."
Meng Yuchuan's things were all managed by the servants around him, and the maids could not touch them at all. Moreover, as a marquis and a general with great power, the maids did not dare to touch his things at will. If they took the wrong things, they would lose their heads.
Along the way, maids and servants were busy running around in the yard, tidying up things.
Xihe walked along the small stone path to the study.
Knocked on the door and went in.
Meng Yuchuan sat in front of a long desk, writing with a serious expression.
Xihe walked over and told him what happened. Meng Yuchuan called out "Qingzhu" and Qingzhu hurried to clean up.
The study suddenly became quiet. Meng Yuchuan was still busy writing. Xihe looked around, thinking that he should not disturb others, and turned around to leave.
"My wife."
Meng Yuchuan put down his pen.
He folded the paper and put the letter in.
Then he raised his head, smiled and waved: "Come here."
Xihe walked over puzzled. Meng Yuchuan helped her sit down on a chair, then, like magic, he pulled out a stack of tempting pastries from somewhere: "Try some of Wufangzhai's pastries."
Wufangzhai is a famous pastry shop in the capital. Its supply cannot keep up with the demand every day. If anyone wants to try it, they need to send servants to queue up early.
Xihe looked at him in confusion, and the next second a piece of food was stuffed in his mouth.
Xihe widened his eyes.
Meng Yuchuan smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"
Xihe puffed out her cheeks and chewed a little, then looked at him with her eyes lighting up.
Meng Yuchuan pursed his lips and smiled, then pinched another piece for her. He sat beside her and watched her eat happily with a smile.
People at that time considered thinness as beauty, and women did not dare to eat too much. They had to maintain a slender waistline. Because of her family background, the original owner wanted to be better than others in every way. She ate like a bird, taking small bites at a time.
After Xihe arrived, he felt that "Three Breaths in One Step" was too weak, so he ate with all his heart.
During these few days in the villa, he became visibly plumper.
The pale face became rosy, the eyes became bright, and the skinny wrists became more fleshy.
The atmosphere in the study was just right as they were feeding and eating. With a creaking sound, the nurse came in with a teacup in her hand, smiling, "My Lord, this is my slave..."
When I looked up, I saw two people sitting together in the study.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
Xihe blinked and was about to speak when the pastry beside her mouth moved. She subconsciously bit it... After chewing it for a few bites, she realized that this was not a good move and quickly swallowed it.
Who knew that I swallowed too quickly, choked and started coughing.
Meng Yuchuan quickly brought the tea over. She took it and drank it. Only then did she feel alive again.
Xi He suppressed his embarrassment and looked at the nurse: "Nanny, are you here to see the prince?"
The nurse seemed not to have heard anything, her eyes fixed on the cakes on the table, gritting her teeth. She had specially bought them in the city!
Not getting a response, Xihe had no choice but to look at Meng Yuchuan and signal with his eyes: Looking for you.
Meng Yuchuan patted her back and moved his hand down to hold her slender waist. He looked at the nurse and asked, "What's the matter?"
The clear male voice pulled the nurse's spirit back. She lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "I have made some chicken soup and brought it here for you, Madam."
Xihe: “…”
This is treating her like a fool.
Meng Yuchuan said calmly, "Let it go."
The wet nurse took small steps forward and put the chicken soup on the table. When she put it down, she couldn't help but look up and saw the rich and noble prince wiping the cake crumbs from the young lady's mouth with a handkerchief, with intoxicating tenderness in his eyes.
She tightened her grip on the tray. How could the prince fall for a woman with such a bad reputation?
The wet nurse's gaze was not concealed at all, and Xihe looked over.
The wet nurse shuddered and lowered her head hastily.
"I'll take my leave."
After they left, Xihe nudged Meng Yuchuan and asked, "What's going on between you and the wet nurse?"
It’s bad enough that there’s only one original wife, but now there’s a wet nurse.
She pushed him hard, trying to get away from him, but suddenly heard his rather amused laughter: "Are you jealous, my lady?" Then, without waiting for her to react, he said, "I don't know. This is the first time she has come to me."
What this means is that the wet nurse never came near me before.
Xihe didn't believe it and pointed at the cake: "What about this?"
Don’t think she didn’t see the look in the nanny’s eyes just now. It was obviously her who sent the pastry. What a guy! He even lied to people.
Meng Yuchuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This was sent by Qingye."
Qingye and Qingzhu are brothers. They both work under him and are quite trusted by him.
Xihe looked at him in silence. Meng Yuchuan's heart moved. He looked into her eyes and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Don't you understand my husband's heart? Apart from you, I will never be moved by anyone else."
"What about Zheng?"
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