Chapter 83 The Eldest Princess is Furious
Yan Cang remained silent.
He was also afraid that it was all a dream, a dream filled with his fantasies, and that when he woke up, he would only see her lifeless form.
A pang of pain flashed across Yan Cang's eyes as he pulled her tightly into his arms, feeling her real warmth.
Chu Yunjin was actually very tired.
But she didn't want to sleep; she just wanted to quietly savor the feeling of being pampered. Even as her eyelids started to droop, she was still nestled in Yan Cang's arms.
When she opened her eyes, the rain and wind had stopped. Yan Cang hadn't left yet; he was leaning against her side, his gaze fixed on her tenderly and affectionately, making her unable to resist being captivated by his gaze.
"You haven't left yet?" Chu Yunjin's voice was somewhat languid. "What time is it?"
It's almost noon.
"Huh?" Chu Yunjin exclaimed in surprise, "You didn't go to court?"
Six films are being shot so far. Don't I need to go to work and clock in?
Yan Cang said, "I'm taking the day off to stay home with you."
Chu Yunjin paused for a moment, then couldn't help but remind him, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Won't we be impeached?"
“…You make a good point.” Yan Cang’s eyes showed a thoughtful expression. “I should also take control of the Censorate. That way, if they want to impeach someone in the future, their memorials will all go through me.”
Chu Yunjin: "..."
"Didn't you say that rainy days are perfect for brewing tea and playing the zither?" Yan Cang patted her shoulder. "Get up and wash up. Your husband will brew tea for you today."
Chu Yunjin was surprised again: "You can?"
Yan Cang is skilled in martial arts, knowledgeable, resourceful, a warrior, capable of temporarily overseeing the Six Ministries, and also knows how to brew tea.
Chu Yunjin asked hesitantly, "Then... do you know how to play the zither?"
"I know a little."
Chu Yunjin was too embarrassed to ask how much he knew, fearing she would be ashamed if he told her. She could only sigh inwardly, realizing that children from powerful and wealthy families were indeed cultivated from a young age, becoming proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. This was not an exaggeration, but rather the basic requirement for the nobility.
This has been true throughout history and across the world.
Then she thought, Yan Cang could become the Grand Marshal of the Army, so his skills must be top-notch. He had been exposed to horseback riding and archery since childhood, and he also needed to have a good foundation in music, chess, calligraphy and painting from an early age. Then he started leading troops at the age of fourteen, so his energy must have been entirely focused on the battlefield after that.
In other words, he had learned everything he was supposed to learn before he turned fourteen.
Chu Yunjin really wanted to ask him if he was exceptionally talented, or if he had spent all twelve hours of the day learning skills without eating or sleeping since childhood.
After getting up, washing up, and changing his clothes, Yan Cang ordered someone to light the stove, deciding to spend the whole day with her so she could fully enjoy the mood of a rainy day.
In contrast to the warm and cozy atmosphere of the Prince of Yan's residence, the Wen family is shrouded in gloom.
Not only were Prime Minister Wen and his wife struck by bad news, but Prince Consort Wen also didn't sleep a wink all night.
After returning home last night, he was in a daze and begged Princess Ning'an for help. After being refused by Princess Ning'an with various excuses, he knelt in the princess's room all night, hoping that the princess would think of a way to help him, considering their years of marriage.
Princess Ning'an couldn't sleep at night. Lying in bed, her mind kept replaying all the little things between the two of them over the years. She eventually fell asleep in the middle of the night, no longer caring about Wen Consort's situation.
It rained overnight, and the temperature dropped rapidly.
Wearing only a single layer of clothing, Prince Consort Wen shivered from the cold. With red eyes, he knelt in his room all night. The next morning, as soon as the Princess woke up, Prince Consort Wen collapsed from exhaustion.
The eldest princess was startled: "Guards!"
A maid stepped forward to help Prince Consort Wen up.
"Carry him to the bed." Princess Ning'an stood up and gave the bed to her unconscious husband. "Let Shiyu come over."
"yes."
The personal maid went out holding an umbrella.
Princess Ning'an stood in front of the bed, looking at the man lying on it, his face pale from the cold, and his lips almost bloodless.
She sighed softly, feeling a pang of heartache.
A couple's years of affection cannot be easily severed.
But feeling sorry for her is only a little sad. It's impossible for her to compromise because of this, or to force herself to plead even though she knows it's futile.
A short while later, Wen Shiyu came over first, holding an umbrella.
He put away the umbrella outside the door, went inside to straighten his robes, and greeted the princess: "Mother."
“Your father has fainted. You stay here and take care of him.” Princess Ning’an leaned against the couch, gently stroking her belly. “I am pregnant and cannot do everything myself. You, as his son, will have to work a little harder.”
Wen Shiyu walked into the inner room and glanced inside. Where Princess Ning'an couldn't see, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. But as he turned to leave, all his emotions vanished from his face, leaving only worry and self-reproach.
"Mother." Wen Shiyu knelt down, lifting his robe. "Father is worried about my cousin. Mother, could you..."
"You were present yesterday when Wen Heyun insulted the Princess Consort of Yan." Princess Ning'an looked at him coldly. "And coincidentally, the Prince of Yan overheard it. Do you think he will let him off?"
"I……"
Princess Ning'an said sternly, "So many victims were found in his backyard. This is irrefutable evidence, and the entire court knows about it now. The Emperor issued an edict yesterday suspending the Prime Minister from his post. Do you think the Emperor will change his mind so easily, or that Prince Ming will show mercy to a beast who abuses women?"
Wen Shiyu's expression changed, and he argued, "My cousin was just confused for a moment..."
"A moment of confusion?" Princess Ning'an suddenly stood up and slapped him hard across the face. "He was confused for a moment? The body of the murdered woman in the backyard has been found, and that's just a moment of confusion?!"
Wen Shiyu covered his face, gritting his teeth and remaining silent.
"If you're so capable, go and plead with Prince Ming. If you're not, then shut up!" Princess Ning'an's voice was icy. "If you hadn't been so wicked and deliberately brought Wen Heyun to the Princess's residence, how could he have been so audacious as to humiliate the Princess Consort of Yan, and how could he have been so unlucky as to fall into the hands of Prince Yan?"
"Wen Shiyu, is this how I've always taught you to behave? You even dare to humiliate and insult royal ladies! You're truly a master of courting death!"
Princess Ning'an trembled with rage, unable to sit properly on the couch: "The Wen family has fallen to this state, and you are the culprit!"
Wen Shiyu's face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground with his head down, remaining silent.
Princess Ning'an waved her hand: "Go take care of your father, don't bother me."
Wen Shiyu staggered to his feet and walked into the inner room.
Princess Ning'an stared at his retreating figure, her expression indifferent.
This is nothing.
You Wen family have lied to me! I will make sure you lose everything!
"Father!" Wen Shiyu's voice suddenly rang out, "You're awake? Would you like some water? I'll go get you some..."
Princess Ning'an got up and went to the inner room.
Looking at Wen Fuma, whose face was pale and whose lips were dry and chapped, she calmed down, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently held his hand: "Yishu, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that in the current situation, I can't help even if I wanted to... Please wait a few more days, and I'll see if I can think of another way."
Prince Consort Wen moved his lips, then lowered his eyes sadly: "Have I put Your Highness in a difficult position?"
Princess Ning'an said, "I understand your concern for your nephew."
I understand, but it's still a difficult situation.
Wen Fuma gave a self-deprecating smile: "I'm sorry, I thought our years of marriage were just a reflection of our relationship... but I took myself too seriously."
Princess Ning'an said calmly, "Are you blaming me?"
"...No." Prince Consort Wen's face was expressionless. "I have no right to blame Your Highness."
Princess Ning'an frowned, her expression gradually turning cold: "So, because of your nephew who has such a foul mouth, who insulted the Princess Consort, and who abused women, you blame me for not offering a helping hand?"
Prince Consort Wen remained silent.
“If it weren’t for our marital bond, a piece of trash like Wen Heyun should be stuck in the Imperial Prison, enduring every torture imaginable!” Princess Ning’an stood up. This was the first time she had ever spoken so harshly to her husband in their many years of marriage. “Let me tell you, I will not save Wen Heyun. Not only can I not save him, but even if Prince Ming were willing to give me that favor, I still wouldn’t! That kind of despicable scoundrel, that filthy scum, should stay in the Imperial Prison until he dies!”
Seeing her anger, Wen Shiyu's expression changed slightly: "Mother, please calm down—"
"And you, Wen Shiyu." The princess turned to look at Wen Shiyu, who was standing frozen to the side. "If you do the same thing as Wen Heyun in the future, even if you are my son, I will never lend a helping hand!"
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