Prince Yong helped her steady, took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders, then gently asked, "Is it hot?"
"It's not hot, Your Highness, don't worry, I'm not that delicate. Why hasn't Uncle Fu returned yet?" She shyly changed the subject, inwardly screaming, "How embarrassing! How embarrassing! What did I just do? How could I be so unladylike!"
"Autumn is approaching, let's go back first. I've finished making the bamboo flute and will send it to you."
Sun Yun felt sweet as honey, but when she looked at Huo Danlan, she was so angry that she lost all expression. For some reason, Sun Yun was still not satisfied and decided to make her angry again.
Then, her eyes flickered and she bit her lip. "It's alright, Your Highness, don't worry about me. I used to practice Tai Chi with Ah Jun, so I'm in excellent health and won't get cold. Besides, I have your cloak, don't I? The scenery of Maple Mountain is so beautiful, I'd like to see more of it, wouldn't you say, Miss Huo? Uncle Fu might not be back for a while, shall we go for a walk?"
"Is everything really alright?" Prince Yong was still worried, and whether intentionally or not, he made sure to show his concern in great detail.
Sun Yun took off her own cloak and put on Prince Yong's. Prince Yong's cloak was large and long, covering her completely. "It's alright, let's go."
Huo Danlan was so angry she could barely walk, but this was a place Jiang Ying used to frequent. She couldn't play the zither here. Did Prince Yong not miss it at all when he revisited this old place?
As long as he still has even the slightest feeling for Jiang Ying, it will be of use!
However, she was destined to fail. The reason why Prince Yong was good was not because he was the Empress Dowager's son, nor because he was handsome, but because it was his consistent style to treat his wife well. Even if he still had feelings for Jiang Ying, Jiang Ying was dead, and now Sun Yun was his betrothed wife, so he naturally had to protect her.
Even if he is heartbroken at this moment, he will not hurt Sun Yun in the slightest, because Sun Yun will be his lawfully wedded queen.
After taking only a few steps, Sun Yun said, "Your Highness, I've heard that maple leaves can be made into bookmarks. Would you like me to make a few for you?"
“Alright.” Prince Yong nodded, showing the proper attitude of a husband.
Sun Yun skipped and hopped around him, and with his permission, she happily pointed to the maple leaves above her head and said, "Your Highness, I can't reach them, can you pick them for me?"
"Ah Yun, the dirty and tiring work is for the servants to do, how can we let the prince do it?"
One is a spoiled brat who bosses Prince Yong around, and the other is a gentle, virtuous, and considerate lady who always puts Prince Yong first. Putting aside personal feelings, many people would probably think Huo Danlan is better.
Moreover, Huo Danlan's words were cutting to the heart. If Prince Yong helped him, Sun Yun would treat him like a servant; but if he didn't help, Sun Yun would be upset.
If it were a man who valued status and face, he would have ordered his servants to handle this matter. But Prince Yong was not very capable, except for being good to his wife. He reached out and picked the maple leaf that Sun Yun pointed to, and handed it to him, saying, "If it's not enough, tell me."
"Mm." Sun Yun nodded, like a chick pecking at rice.
Zhao Shu and Wei Tingsi quietly followed behind, watching the interaction between Prince Yong and Sun Yun. Wei Tingsi lowered his eyes and asked Zhao Shu, "Shushu, won't you make me a bookmark?"
"I'm not Sun Yun. I'm a princess with a super rank, more noble than even the concubine princesses in the palace. Why should I do this or that for you?" Although she said this, her eyes were looking at which maple leaf she liked.
Wei Tingsi could see through her stubbornness, but he didn't expose her. Instead, he pretended to be hurt and said, "Alright, alright, how about I make a few for the princess? Like father, like daughter."
He's a man of action; as he spoke, he had already started reaching out to pick maple leaves.
Zhao Shu burst out laughing. What kind of logic is that?
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