Yan Zhuo sneered, "Please? You should leave this kind of good thing to your husband!"
After saying this, he turned around and went downstairs without any regrets.
He shouldn't have come up here. He thought Xuan Ning's temper had calmed down a bit after getting married, but it seemed like it didn't help.
It’s such a waste that Xiao Jingyu, the top scholar in the imperial examination, is now only fit to be a green leaf beside her to set off the flowers!
If this continues, problems will always arise over time.
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In fact, there was no such harmony between Xuan Ning and Xiao Jingyu as it seemed on the surface.
After Yan Zhuo left, there were no outsiders in the room. Xiao Jingyu sat back in his previous seat without saying a word, picked up the book, and continued reading as if no one was around.
Xuan Ning was met with disapproval from Yan Zhuo, and his anger grew. He was even more disgusted. "Xiao Jingyu, what do you mean? I'm a living person, and I'm not as good as that shabby book in your hand?"
This was the same as her inexplicable sarcasm just now, all due to jealousy and psychological imbalance.
Why is Yan Zhuo so nice to a country bumpkin?
He even ran from the west to the east of the city just to buy her favorite cakes.
As a princess, it's bad enough that Yan Zhuo has always been unfriendly to her, but Xiao Jingyu is her husband, yet he is so cold to her?
It wasn’t like this when we first got married!
Xuan Ning couldn't understand why Xiao Jingyu ignored her again. She had no place to vent her anger, so she couldn't help but walk over, snatched the book Xiao Jingyu was reading, and threw it downstairs.
After the rain, the bluestone slabs on the streets were bumpy and there were many puddles of water.
As luck would have it, the thrown book fell into a puddle and instantly became soaked and turned into waste paper.
Xiao Jingyu turned his head in disbelief and stared into Xuan Ning's eyes with an almost heartless look. "Do you know that when you lose your temper, it's really ugly!"
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A quarrel between a couple became more intense because of Yan Zhuo's unintentional intervention.
But Yan Zhuo didn't realize it at all, or maybe even if he did, he wouldn't care.
He carefully protected the glutinous rice cake that he had snatched from another person at a high price, and hurried to get there before Jiang Ying woke up.
Aunt Peng's wonton noodles were ready. Yan Zhuo was still worried, so he drank a bowl of it himself to make sure it tasted like what Jiang Ying liked. Then he tiptoed into the house and prepared to call for help.
But as soon as I entered the room, I found Jiang Ying sitting or lying on the large bed, making some indescribable postures!
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