"With me around, he won't dare do anything to you."
Song Jinhe half-embraced Shen Muqing, and her slender body gave Shen Muqing a great sense of security.
"Qingqing, stay for a meal and let me show you my cooking."
"Okay, thank you, Ahe."
Shen Muqing, leaning against Song Jinhe, smiled brightly, making Mo Yunjing want to tear her face off. He hadn't even tasted Ahe's cooking yet.
How about lily bulb and white fungus porridge?
"Okay, I love anything Ah He makes."
Song Jinhe instructed Bai Zhi to serve them some pastries to tide them over, and then went to the small kitchen to cook porridge.
In the evening, two women and one man dined at the table again. Song Jinhe was in a good mood today, probably because she had made a good friend who suited her.
Ever since Mo Yunjing confined Song Jinhe to the East Palace, she had been sullen and depressed all day long. This was the first time he had seen her smile so happily in the East Palace. It seemed that Shen Muqing was not useless after all.
"Qingqing, try it, but be careful, it's hot."
Song Jinhe ladled a bowl of the porridge she had made for Shen Muqing and looked at her expectantly.
Shen Muqing took it, first scooped up a spoonful with a small spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then put it in her mouth.
"How about it?"
"Delicious! So delicious, the best porridge I've ever had."
Shen Muqing didn't hold back his praise, nodding as he ate; this genuine expression couldn't be faked, and Song Jinhe's smile deepened.
"Ah He, where is I?" Mo Yun Jing sat on the stool waiting for Song Jin He to scoop a bowl for him as well.
Song Jinhe was initially reluctant, but then she thought that these were all his things, and it wouldn't be right not to give them to him, so she scooped out another bowl and placed it heavily in front of him.
"Give."
Despite the bad attitude, Mo Yunjing didn't mind. He happily picked up the porridge and glanced at Shen Muqing while drinking it, as if to say, "I have some too."
If outsiders saw Song Jinhe's attitude towards Mo Yunjing, their jaws would probably drop. The key point is that Mo Yunjing is actually enjoying it and seems to be having a good time.
After finishing her dinner, Shen Muqing patted her protruding belly and sighed, "This kind of life is really good."
Seeing that it was getting late, she said, "Ahe, I'll come find you again tomorrow. I'm going back now."
"good."
Seeing that the vicious woman Shen Muqing had finally left, Mo Yunjing's expression improved, and he pulled Song Jinhe into the room.
Shen Muqing was in a great mood the whole way back. Many maids trembled and bowed to her when they saw her, which she was already used to.
"Zhuqiu, how are the maids in the courtyard injured?"
Zhu Qiu, who was lighting the lamp for Shen Muqing, said, "I can be on duty tomorrow."
Shen Muqing had been in this world for several days, and her memories were becoming clear. She only brought one maid with her as part of her dowry, Zhu Qiu; the rest were people from the Eastern Palace.
The thought of seeing them tomorrow gave her a headache. She was too kind. But then she thought, "It wasn't me who hit them, so why should I feel guilty?"
As she walked, Shen Muqing returned to her Tingyu Pavilion. She was still a little unaccustomed to it; the night was still very dark even with only candles lit, despite having lit many candles.
"Zhuqiu, I want to take a bath."
"yes."
In a huge wooden tub, Shen Muqing took off her clothes to bathe. She didn't like having anyone around, so she had Zhu Qiu wait outside.
A layer of rose petals floated in the wooden tub, and Shen Muqing was so engrossed in playing with them that she forgot herself.
"Zhuqiu, didn't I tell you to leave? Why did you come in?"
Shen Muqing saw the shadow on the wall and knew someone had come in. The person behind him made no sound and didn't say anything.
Just as she was about to turn her head to look, a cold voice sounded behind her.
"Qingqing, did you have a good dinner?"
!!
Upon hearing the voice, Shen Muqing knew who it was—Mo Yanye, whom she hadn't seen for many days. She wanted to get up, but then remembered that she wasn't dressed, so she could only stay huddled in the wooden tub, with only her head sticking out.
"Why are you here again? Are you bored?"
In Shen Muqing's eyes, he was idle and seemed to have nothing to do, harassing her every day.
Mo Yanye approached, his hand climbing up her neck and gently stroking it. The coldness of his hand made Shen Muqing shiver involuntarily, but she was helpless to stop it.
"Answer me, what instructions did I give you a few days ago?"
The man's voice was somewhat fierce; he was used to being in the military and habitually reprimanded others in a calm voice.
After being scolded by two men in a row, Shen Muqing burst into tears. Her face was turned away from Mo Yanye, her shoulders trembled, and soft sobs rang out.
Mo Yanye was at a loss. Had he been too harsh just now? Had he made his Qingqing cry?
"Qingqing?" he asked her in a softer voice.
"Could you please go out first? I want to put on some clothes, I'm cold."
Shen Muqing, her voice trembling, turned to look at Mo Yanye.
A pair of red eyes, tears welling up but not falling, brimming with lust—this scene made the veins on Mo Yanye's temples bulge, and his powerful self-control made him take a deep breath.
"I'll be waiting for you inside."
The place where Shen Muqing bathed was separated from the room by an exquisite screen. She took advantage of Mo Yanye turning around to quickly put on her clothes, but it was only a thin red gauze dress.
Just like a few days ago, Mo Yanye sat at her desk, and as soon as Shen Muqing came out, Mo Yanye's gaze locked onto her.
The woman had just cried; her eyes were red at the corners, and the tip of her nose was also red. Dressed in red, she looked even more like a fairy who sucked away human energy.
Mo Yanye found her hair dryer from somewhere, pulled her down to sit, and started wringing her hair.
"I didn't mean to yell at you just now, I was just jealous. Why won't you listen to me?"
He had already considered Shen Muqing as his principal wife, so he did not allow her to have any contact with other men, not even one.
"But I am the Crown Princess, so I will dine with the Crown Prince."
Shen Muqing spoke softly, her weak tone not indicating her weakness, "Besides, I am your sister-in-law, you can't come to see me in the middle of the night all the time."
She tried to reason with him, but only received sneers from the man behind her.
"Imperial sister-in-law? Not for long."
Mo Yanye gently dried her hair, sat down, and held her on his lap, lifting Shen Muqing's chin.
"Wouldn't it be better if you behaved better, Qingqing? Why did you make me angry? Hmm?"
Shen Muqing burst into tears again, clenching her fists and pounding them heavily on his chest.
"You all bully me. Today, His Highness the Crown Prince scolded and berated me, and you scolded me too."
With her cunning nature, didn't she say she wanted to marry him? If she truly loved him, she wouldn't be able to bear seeing him suffer. So she'd instigate a war between the brothers, making it best if the two of them fought.
Mo Yanye's heart was broken. The usually ruthless man could be described as tender and gentle on the spot.
"If he yells at you, yell back. I'll back you up."
Upon hearing this, Shen Muqing stopped crying. "What if he hits me?"
"He won't."
Mo Yanye grew up with Mo Yunjing and knew his personality well. He was elegant and polite in public and would not hold a grudge against Shen Muqing.
The two brothers, one a scholar and the other a warrior, had completely different personalities, but shared the same underlying values.
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