Shen Weiwan looked at the basket full of frozen persimmons, and her heart suddenly warmed. This emperor looked majestic, but she didn't expect him to be so thoughtful: "Thank you, Your Majesty! These frozen persimmons mixed with white sugar taste sweet and cool, so delicious!"
"Hahaha!" The emperor laughed so hard that his beard stood on end. "I knew you loved to eat! By the way, I heard that old hag Liu vomited blood in anger during her exile?"
Shen Weiwan nodded, pretending to be regretful: "Yes, the doctor also said that she should watch less of my 'shows', otherwise her body will not be able to bear it."
The emperor twirled his beard, a cold look flashing in his eyes. "Serves you right! You've been scheming all your life, being too clever, and ended up costing me your life." He paused, then suddenly looked at Xiao Yu standing beside him. "Xiao Yu, I think we should schedule your marriage with Wei Wan for the twelfth lunar month. Don't make her wait anxiously."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu immediately bowed and said, "Your Highness obeys your command."
Shen Weiwan's cheeks flushed instantly, and she secretly looked up at Xiao Yu. He had a gentle smile on his face, and his gaze on her seemed to be wrapped in a layer of warm light. Her heart was like a little rabbit, beating fast, and she felt so sweet that she almost melted.
Coming out of the palace, Xiao Yu held Shen Weiwan's hand and walked on the imperial road covered with fallen leaves. The fallen leaves under their feet made a rustling sound, like a soft song.
"Your Highness," Shen Weiwan shook his hand and couldn't help asking, "Does the emperor think I'm a big eater? Cabbage and frozen persimmons."
Xiao Yu lowered his head and pinched her cheek, which was slightly red from the cold. His tone was doting: "The emperor thinks you are genuine, unlike those hypocritical and pretentious girls from aristocratic families." He paused, then suddenly leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "Besides, whatever you like to eat, I will find it for you. Even if you want to eat the stars in the sky, I will find a way to pick them for you."
Shen Weiwan felt warm in her heart and was about to say something when she suddenly heard a fierce quarrel not far away. It turned out that a few of Liu Shilang's remaining followers were arguing with the eunuchs in charge of distributing salaries. They were arguing so fiercely that their faces were red, and it seemed that they were arguing over that meager salary.
"Humph," Shen Weiwan snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, "How come these people never thought that this day would come when they followed Liu to bully others?"
Xiao Yu gently patted the back of her hand and said soothingly, "Ignore them. Let's go home and eat frozen persimmons. I'll ask the kitchen to mix it with double the amount of sugar for you."
Back at the General's Mansion, Chun Tao had already brought up the washed frozen persimmons. Shen Weiwan picked up one, feeling the cool touch from her fingertips. She took a bite, and the cool, sweet, and sticky flesh melted in her mouth instantly. It was so sweet that she couldn't help but squint her eyes.
"Miss," Chuntao approached mysteriously, "there's a new jingle out there, and it's even funnier than the last one!"
"Oh? Tell me about it quickly." Shen Weiwan ate frozen persimmons while looking at Chuntao with interest.
Chuntao cleared her throat and imitated the tone of a street storyteller, shaking her head and reciting:
"Liu was so angry that she vomited blood, just because she miscalculated the money.
One hundred ounces of water can turn you into purple cabbage.
Weiwan marries the prince, and the persimmon is sweet and soft.
The people of the capital are smiling, and their lives are sweeter than honey!
Shen Weiwan laughed so hard she almost spit out the frozen persimmon in her mouth. Xiao Yu patted her back helplessly, saying, "Eat slowly, no one's going to snatch it from you."
Seeing the gentle smile in Xiao Yu's eyes, Shen Weiwan's heart was filled with gratitude. In this life, she was no longer the foolish daughter of the emperor who was at the mercy of others. She had avenged herself, defended the general's mansion, and met someone like Xiao Yu who treated her sincerely. Those who had hurt her had now received their due retribution and became the laughing stock of the people in the capital. And her life, like this frozen persimmon, despite having experienced the cold winter, became sweeter and more flavorful.
"Your Highness," Shen Weiwan put down the frozen persimmon in her hand and looked at Xiao Yu seriously, with a sparkling light in her eyes, "Thank you."
Xiao Yu ruffled her hair, his tone more gentle than ever before: "Why thank me? We are going to spend our whole lives together."
The sunlight outside the window was just right, pouring into the room through the lattice, and falling on the two of them, a warm feeling. Shen Weiwan leaned on Xiao Yu's shoulder, listening to the laughter and joy coming from afar, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace. She knew that in this life, she had finally lived the way she wanted, living a life that was full of excitement and excitement!
On the exile route, the wind blew even harder. Lying in the icy prison van, Liu heard the passersby chattering, reciting the latest rhymes from the capital. She struggled to raise her head, only to feel a sharp pain in her chest. Another mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the wood of the prison van red. The escort shook his head helplessly. It seemed the old woman wouldn't last much longer on this journey.
But all this has nothing to do with Shen Weiwan. Her life has already opened a new chapter, full of sunshine, sweetness and countless "surprises", without a trace of haze.
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