Chapter 12: Walking Hand in Hand
When Feng Moheng woke up, his eyes subconsciously looked towards the bed.
Shen Yuling sat in front of an exquisite dressing table, dressing herself up carefully.
Beside her stood a clever and well-behaved maid, holding various dressing boxes in her hands. The lids of the boxes were open, and inside were placed a dazzling array of cosmetics, pearls, and other items.
Shen Yuling was facing the bronze mirror, holding a delicate eyebrow pencil in her hand, carefully drawing her curved eyebrows.
Sometimes she frowned, as if she was not satisfied with the shape of her eyebrows, and sometimes she smiled slightly, apparently feeling somewhat satisfied with her makeup.
Shen Yuling noticed the movement on the bed and turned around with her pretty face dressed up.
She had an intimate energy.
She called out sweetly, "Husband."
"We will follow Aunt Huixin to the Princess's residence to pay respects to our mother. My husband, do you want me to change your clothes?"
Feng Moheng was startled when he heard her intimate tone and address.
Some things I'm not used to.
But he knew in his heart that since he had agreed yesterday to put on a show in front of his mother, he had to do it completely.
After all, my mother is not someone who can be easily fooled.
"No need, there is a maid here."
Feng Moheng has always been well served by someone, and he doesn't have to do anything himself.
As soon as he reached the changing rack, six or seven maids filed in.
The leading maid was holding a basin of steaming water in her hand, with vapor rising from it.
The maid following closely behind him carried a complete set of mouthwash products.
The maids behind were holding belts of various styles, sachets, and a plate of rings and other decorative items.
These maids were well-trained. They stood in a neat row and began to help Feng Moheng wash and change clothes very skillfully.
Every move is in order.
Shen Yuling watched this scene from the sidelines without being surprised.
Although she grew up in the Northwest, her father's status in the Northwest was basically like that of a little emperor, with power so high that no one could match him.
But, in this world, blessings and disasters always go hand in hand.
The more achievements one has made, the more the emperor will fear him.
How could her father's power not arouse suspicion from those in higher positions?
So, she was sent to Beijing for marriage.
Rather than calling it a marriage, it would be more accurate to say that she became a hostage to restrain her father.
After all, Shen Yuling is the only daughter of Grand Protector Shen Yuan.
In this chess game of power struggles, she was like a chess piece placed in the open, with no choice.
If the time-traveling woman had not appeared, the original owner would have been just like the heroine in the play, living a life of wealth and honor.
When I was a child, I was loved and cared for by my parents. They held me in their hands for fear of dropping me, and held me in their mouths for fear of melting me.
After getting married, she will be loved and pampered by her husband and live a smooth and worry-free life.
But such a wonderful life is the result of the blessings of the original owner's previous three lives.
The morning sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, onto the exquisite furnishings in the house, creating a soft halo.
Feng Moheng and Shen Yuling were dressed neatly and stood there quietly.
Feng Moheng wore a dark brocade robe with delicate cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on the collar and cuffs, which made his handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes look even more striking.
Shen Yuling was also extremely beautiful, wearing a light red silk dress that outlined her graceful figure.
Three thousand strands of black hair were tied into a bun, dotted with a few pearls and jade, making her look even more charming and attractive with bright eyes and white teeth.
When the two of them stood together, they looked like a couple from the gods who had walked out of a painting. Anyone who saw them would exclaim that they were a perfect couple.
Aunt Huixin walked in quietly, followed by a few well-behaved maids.
"I pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Prince of the County and to His Royal Highness the Princess of the County."
Aunt Huixin bent her knees slightly and bowed respectfully.
"Get up."
Feng Moheng had a calm expression.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Aunt Huixin responded and stood up.
Then, she walked straight to the bed with the maids behind her.
His eyes first fell on the white cloth on the bed, but after just a quick glance, he looked away and then carefully observed the marks on the bed.
After looking at it, she smiled with satisfaction.
Aunt Huixin waved her hand gently.
The maid behind her understood and hurried forward.
Put the white handkerchief away carefully.
"Your Highness, it's getting late. The carriage to the Princess's residence is ready. The Princess must be waiting for you."
Aunt Huixin said this as she walked gracefully to the sides of Feng Moheng and Shen Yuling.
Feng Moheng just nodded slightly and walked out.
Shen Yuling quickly caught up with Feng Moheng.
Before Feng Moheng could react, she stretched out her little hand and tightly grasped Feng Moheng's big hand.
Her slender fingers intertwined with his long fingers and clasped them tightly together.
Feng Moheng felt his hand tighten and he couldn't help but turn his head slightly, his eyes full of surprise, looking straight at Shen Yuling.
Subconsciously, he prepared to struggle free.
His brows were furrowed, somewhat displeased.
Shen Yuling remained unmoved, but just blinked and gestured to Aunt Huixin behind him.
Her eyes were lively, as if to say that holding hands was just for Aunt Huixin to see.
At the same time, she increased the strength in her hands to prevent Feng Moheng from breaking free.
Although he had a smile on his face, he was gritting his teeth.
"Husband."
"This Gan Jing dress is really too long. I'm afraid I'll fall if I walk too fast. Can you hold my hand, my husband?"
Feng Moheng suddenly exerted force on his hands, so much so that Shen Yuling couldn't help but frown, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain.
"good."
Shen Yuling could only grit her teeth and endure the pain in her hands.
Feng Moheng really didn't hold back when he attacked, but he still maintained a gentle look on his face.
Aunt Huixin looked at the two masters flirting with each other from behind, with a smile on her face.
His eyes were full of relief.
The relationship between the Prince and his Consort is really good.
Feng Moheng and Shen Yuling walked out of the room intimately, along the winding corridor, towards the gate of the Prince's Mansion.
The servants in the mansion couldn't help but sigh as they watched the intimacy between their two masters.
Things might be changing in the Prince's Mansion.
Before this, there had been only one mistress in the mansion, Liu Ji. Liu Ji was quite pretty and eloquent, and she pleased the prince very much.
The prince doted on her even more, rewarding her constantly and doing many things according to her wishes.
As a result, the servants in the mansion naturally treated each other differently, and many of them ran to Liu Ji, hoping to have a good future under her.
But who could have expected that in just three months, His Majesty would issue an imperial edict to marry Shen Yuling, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, into the Prince's Mansion.
And looking at the situation today.
The prince held the princess's hand all the way and seemed to be extremely fond of her.
This scene, of course, caught the eyes of many maids and immediately caused a round of whispers.
"The princess is so beautiful."
"Yes, no wonder the prince couldn't resist. He held the princess's hand all the way. They looked so intimate."
"The prince and his wife are a perfect match made in heaven."
Everyone was talking in low voices.
Liu Jingyi suddenly heard the maids whispering, talking about how close the Prince and his Consort were.
The words were like needles, piercing her ears.
Her expression darkened instantly, and a sinister look flashed in her eyes.
Feng Moheng, didn’t he promise himself that he would not touch Shen Yuling?
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