Chapter 389 is urgent
When the messenger came to report, he was only thinking that Meng Xiyao's matter was finally resolved and his wife no longer needed to worry about it.
I forgot about this one.
I didn't realize how coincidental this happy event was.
In both of these marriages, one of the individuals was a close relative.
He was the officiant at the wedding of Prince Zhong, and both he and Meng Lingge were required to attend.
Therefore, Meng Lingge's younger sister should not be treated differently.
Although Meng Lingge didn't need to do anything that day, attending two wedding banquets in a row was still extremely tiring for a pregnant woman who was about to give birth.
"How can such a joyous occasion be changed so easily?"
Meng Lingge didn't take it to heart.
"This date must have been chosen by someone; it's a rare and auspicious day. Otherwise, knowing my situation, why would my father have set the date so early?"
"Xi Yao and Captain Gu finally got together, and my third brother and Doctor Su have already postponed their wedding twice. I'm worried that if we change it again, something might go wrong."
Something seems to have gone wrong between Wen Kehao and Su Leyan. Although their feelings for each other are still there, there seems to be a distance between them.
Despite the fact that the Prince of Anshun's mansion had not been significantly renovated, the wedding was repeatedly postponed under this pretext.
"But……"
Wen Zhiming thought about it and felt that Meng Lingge's words made sense, so he changed his mind.
"Then we'll prepare a larger gift. It's okay if you don't go. I'll go early and come back early."
"Su Leyan and I are like sisters, and Xi Yao needs me to support her. There's no reason for me not to attend either of these weddings. Don't worry, I should be able to make it in time."
Seeing that Wen Zhiming was still a little worried, Meng Lingge got up and walked outside with him.
"You should go back and review the memorials. When you have time, give Prince Zhong a word of advice: tell him to act more decisively and not disappoint Doctor Su."
"Um."
Wen Zhiming knew he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had to give up.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes that there was something wrong between Wen Kehao and Su Leyan, but the two remained silent. As their older brother, he couldn't press them about their relationship. Besides, they weren't breaking off the engagement, just postponing it, so it wouldn't be appropriate to blame them.
However, since Meng Lingge had given instructions, Wen Zhiming decided to offer a few more words of advice.
The couple parted ways at the entrance of Yuehua Palace. Wen Zhiming went to Qinzheng Hall, while Meng Lingge returned to Fengyi Palace.
After taking a comfortable afternoon nap, Meng Lingge first went to the Empress Dowager's palace to drink tea and listen to music. Then, she selected several gifts for Su Leyan and Meng Xiyao from her private treasury for their congratulations next month. Finally, she looked through the accounts of each palace for a while.
In winter, it gets dark early, and before you know it, it's already a hazy night outside.
Meng Lingge stood up and shook her slightly sore hands and feet. Just as she was about to have dinner, she saw a tall figure step into the room. He closed the door with his leg as he entered and was already in front of her in the blink of an eye.
"My wife, am I back early?"
"?"
Meng Lingge thought for a moment before realizing what Wen Zhiming meant.
Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she pushed the person away slightly.
"I told you to come back early tonight, but it's not even dark yet. Why are you back already? Have you finished your work?"
She pointed her finger at Wen Zhiming's chest. "You usually don't get home until midnight. I just asked you to come a little earlier. You haven't even had dinner yet, and you're already in such a hurry. Are you really that anxious?"
"It's really urgent." Wen Zhiming nodded honestly.
He grabbed Meng Lingge's mischievous hand and gently stroked it.
He usually knew he shouldn't touch his wife, and he could barely control himself. But today, his wife had provoked him, and it was like a wildfire that spread uncontrollably.
He couldn't calm down all afternoon, barely managing to approve a few memorials. His mind was filled with Meng Lingge's shy and charming demeanor, and those words that could make him instantly hot just by thinking about them.
I have a way.
These four words made him daydream all day.
Finally, after waiting until dark, I couldn't care less about anything else. I wandered around the kitchen for a while and then rushed excitedly to Fengyi Palace.
"You..." Meng Lingge was speechless with anger, and said with her hands on her hips, "No matter how much you rush me, I haven't eaten dinner yet, and I don't have the energy to mess around with you."
The word "strength" made Wen Zhiming's eyes light up even more. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.
"I have strength."
"That won't do either." Meng Lingge was both amused and exasperated by him, and turned to walk out in anger. "I'm hungry."
Wen Zhiming picked her up from behind, his arms around her waist, and smiled maliciously.
"That's going too far! What are you trying to do? Don't do anything reckless..." Meng Lingge struggled a little, but found that Wen Zhiming did not carry her to the bed, but placed her on the soft chair next to the table.
Meng Lingge touched her face helplessly, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Is she overthinking it?
"How can I let my wife go hungry?" Wen Zhiming smiled mischievously and pulled out several oil paper packets from his bosom as if by magic.
It contained all of Meng Lingge's favorite dishes, and even a portion of desserts and snacks were prepared.
His winter clothes were thick and bulky, and he had so much food in his pocket that Meng Lingge hadn't noticed at all.
As the oil paper is unfolded, the aroma of the dishes wafts out.
Wen Zhiming then took out two pairs of long chopsticks from his sleeve, wiped them clean, and handed one pair to Meng Lingge.
"I happened to pass by the kitchen on my way, so I brought some over for you, my lady. It's still a little warm, please try it."
Meng Lingge accepted it with a faint smile.
It tastes good and warms your heart.
Unless there are special arrangements, they usually dine with the Empress Dowager at Tongshou Palace, which Wen Zhiming calls the kitchen.
Tongshou Palace is relatively close to the Empress Dowager's bedroom, but it is not a place on the way from Qinzheng Hall to Fengyi Palace.
This man wasn't even going that way.
After swallowing a mouthful of Dongpo pork that Wen Zhiming had placed to her lips, Meng Lingge said.
"We have to have dinner with Mother every day. Will Mother worry if we are absent today?"
Wen Zhiming gently wiped the grease from Meng Lingge's lips and said frankly, "I have already instructed someone to inform the Empress Dowager that I will be dining alone with my wife today, so she doesn't need to wait for us."
Meng Lingge's face felt hot.
Fortunately, the Empress Dowager was reasonable and trusted her; otherwise, Wen Zhiming's words could easily have caused misunderstandings.
Wen Zhiming was quite attentive and considerate to her, but he wasn't very perceptive in these matters. Meng Lingge thought she would have to teach this honest man a lesson in the future, so she would just have to be patient for now.
Don't ruin this rare, ambiguous atmosphere.
Meng Lingge enjoyed her meal at her own pace, and Wen Zhiming did not urge her.
He barely touched his chopsticks, just sat quietly watching Meng Lingge eat, occasionally wiping her mouth and handing her water, being extremely attentive.
What he was thinking about was how he would be intimate with Meng Lingge later, their love so intense and their parting so reluctant...
The more he thought about it, the redder his face became, his hands moved gently, and his eyes became increasingly tender and lingering.
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