As soon as he entered, he smashed the teapot. The people outside heard the noise and quickly cleaned up the floor.
This really isn't my fault. I didn't want to either. At first, I thought she had a crush on Xie Yuancheng, and I was nervous.
After Meng Anshi closed the door, I hurriedly hugged him from behind: "Yuancheng, thank goodness she didn't fancy you, otherwise my palms would have been scratched raw." Luckily, my palms were still clenched, and there were red marks.
"Ying'er, you must not hurt yourself again. I'll put some medicine on you." He turned around and hugged me, taking out some ointment from his robes and applying it to me. "I shouldn't have let you go back to the palace. What kind of rubbish people are these?"
Seeing how serious he was, I absolutely adored him.
"If it were you, the Emperor would have agreed on the spot, so it wouldn't have been a loss," I comforted him, though I actually thought so too.
"Impossible. The Emperor wouldn't let me grow stronger. Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to betroth you to me so quickly."
"I heard that you used the name Lü Yan to ask the Emperor for a marriage arrangement."
"Ying'er, you're so silly. How could I possibly use the Crown Princess's name to arrange a marriage?"
Who is that?
"You."
"Impossible. How could one possibly violate the taboo of the prince consort's name?"
“It is indeed wrong, but you have forgotten that your nickname is Shuangshuang, and my courtesy name is Siying, so we can just use the name Sishuang.”
Sishuang, I quickly looked up: "Didn't you say you were wordless?"
Xie Yuancheng smiled and ruffled my hair: "I have no given name. My parents didn't give me one before they passed away. In Dazhao, parents only give their sons a given name after they turn ten. I gave it to you on the spot after I met you. Isn't it nice?"
I was initially happy to hear that Sishuang was here, but after hearing him say that, I couldn't even smile anymore.
"Ying'er doesn't like it?"
"There is nothing better than this."
Could it be that fate has its own design? Si Shuang, Xie Yuancheng's wife is named Si Shuang, Ji Si Shuang.
It was past midnight when Li Zhaole actually returned from the Empress's place. I only got out of Xie Yuancheng's bed when Meng Anshi knocked on the door. I thought she was staying at the Empress's place. She's such a whirlwind.
"I'll go with you." Usually, it's the wife who helps her husband get dressed, but here it's him dressing me.
"No need. If she sees you, she'll probably be even angrier." Xie Yuancheng will be leaving in a month; the imperial edict was issued a few days ago.
I still remember Li Zhaole's expression when she heard the news, but I wasn't much better off; my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
There's no sign of pregnancy yet, and I'm still seeing him every day or two. I'm not really affected by what happened before, so...
I touched my stomach, and he thought I was feeling unwell again.
"Yuancheng, it would be so nice if we had children." He draped his coat over me, a faint smile on his face.
"Of course it's very good."
I always try to remember every sound and smile of his. He went to the battlefield, and I don't know when he will come back.
Even though Ji Ying wasn't nineteen yet, being separated for a few years was already agonizing, let alone being on the battlefield where life and death were not in her own hands.
Wan'er was still awake. When I arrived at the main hall, she was standing outside looking around.
"Wan'er, it's so late, why aren't you resting?"
"Your Highness, have you finished your meeting? However, the Marquis is about to go to the border, and it will be difficult to see him again. It's good to talk more."
She really is something, standing outside without wearing more clothes. I handed her the hand warmer I was holding.
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