Chapter 41 Mutual Pampering: She Writes Love Letters, He Sends Tribute Fruit
"Hehe, are you disgusted by my swearing, or do you feel sorry for that little bitch Liu Yu?"
"Qian Yueshu," Xiao Qingxuan said, enunciating each word clearly, "all the etiquette, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting that I taught you in my past life were wasted."
The more he talked about those things, the angrier she became.
In her previous life, she learned etiquette, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Nine times out of ten, it's because of Liu Yu.
Every time she and Liu Yu had a conflict.
He punished her by making her learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting...
Xiao Qingxuan, that scoundrel, probably thought he was spoiled.
[Look at you, a mere concubine, daring to provoke the Crown Princess Liu Yu. I can't bear to punish you, I only allow you to learn the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, which are useful to you.]
But what he didn't know was...
For her, that was an immense humiliation and injustice!
Qian Yueshu was so angry that she pointed at the door and said in a shrewish manner, "Xiao Qingxuan, get out of here! I don't want to see you!"
"Fine, I'll get out!" Xiao Qingxuan was also angered.
Since his rebirth, he has climbed the wall to see her almost every day.
Even if he was so tired that he fell asleep during court sessions, he was still happy to do so.
The only few days he didn't come were those days when there were important government affairs to attend to.
He even came to stay with her during her period.
He even stayed up late at night to warm her stomach.
Does she still dare to doubt his love for her?
He even deliberately tried to provoke her.
He didn't even go to the morning court session today.
Wasn't it all just to appease her?
However, this appeasement comes with conditions.
That means if he backs down, she has no choice but to go along with it!
But now he's already offering her a way out.
But why does she still act like this?
Xiao Qingxuan truly couldn't sense her affection.
Otherwise, how could I have been so... so shameless towards him last night?
Both of them were holding back their anger.
So Xiao Qingxuan left in a huff.
This time, the departure was thorough.
He hasn't come for three days in a row.
Qian Yueshu happened to be menstruating, so there was no rush to comfort her.
So three days later.
Both of them became anxious.
They both missed each other, but neither felt they had done anything wrong.
Nobody wants to back down.
But everyone is eagerly hoping that the other person can bring them a surprise.
Qian Yueshu naturally wanted her Crown Prince to climb the wall to see her.
Xiao Qingxuan hoped that Qian Yue would feel comfortable and soft, even if it was just to have a guard deliver a message to him: "Your Highness, I miss you."
The Qian family mansion.
It's evening again.
Qian Yueshu stared blankly out the window.
Including the daytime departure of Xiao Qingxuan, another three nights and three days have passed.
Tonight.
Xiao Qingxuan never comes again.
That means we haven't seen each other for five days and four nights!
Qian Yueshu was a little flustered.
She had just started her period, so she could wait.
But my period is almost over now.
She wanted to coax Xiao Qingxuan back.
Besides, I guess I've gotten used to having him with me every night.
So she couldn't get used to feeling so lonely.
So Qian Yueshu began writing love letters to the Crown Prince.
She made a mistake before.
The man then punished her by making her practice music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Qian Yueshu felt that her handwriting was not bad.
After all, he frequently kept account books in his previous life, so he wrote the most books.
Later, after entering the Eastern Palace, he was personally instructed by a great Confucian scholar invited by the Crown Prince.
Her small, delicate calligraphy was very beautiful, so she wrote love letters to make him happy.
But what should I write?
Your Highness:
She paused for a moment after writing down the title.
Qian Yueshu felt that they weren't close enough.
So the name was changed to "husband".
"Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person."
"Today I sit alone by the window, and even miss you. I know that I am stubborn and sometimes impulsive, causing Your Highness worry. Afterwards, I feel extremely remorseful."
As she wrote this, her nose tingled slightly.
She really didn't think she was wrong.
I just miss him!
That bastard is really heartless.
He hasn't come to see me for so many days.
"I am already uneasy that I cannot often be by Your Highness's side to share your burdens. If I were to cause Your Highness further trouble because of me, then my sins would be too great..."
She wrote on and on.
Don't be fooled by her seemingly sincere apology when she wrote it.
But Qian Yueshu didn't think she was wrong at all.
The idea is to first coax people over, and once they've had their fill of being pampered, then slowly train them!
On the other side.
Xiao Qingxuan, who was in the Eastern Palace, also couldn't sleep well.
It's not just that I can't sleep well, I can't even sit still.
The first two or three days were fine, since I was still angry.
But the longer the cold war with Qian Yueshu lasted...
Xiao Qingxuan felt increasingly uncomfortable.
When helping his father review memorials, he picked up the vermilion brush but couldn't bring it down for a long time, his mind a blur.
I wanted to read to calm my mind, but after flipping through a few pages, I couldn't absorb a single word.
He used to sneak out of the palace to see her.
To be honest, he was very tired.
As the crown prince, his time is very precious.
Squeezing out that little bit of time to go to the Qian residence often requires spending even more time and energy to arrange.
The physical exhaustion was secondary; the real drain was the constant anxiety, the fear of being discovered by the censors, and the pressure of incurring the emperor's wrath.
But he did it willingly!
Seeing the way her eyes lit up the moment she saw him, all his weariness seemed to vanish.
Especially at night, the beauty of sharing a bed.
Xiao Qingxuan wished time could stand still at that moment...
I originally thought...
After ignoring Qian Yueshu for so long, I can finally get some rest.
It's one thing to think about it.
In practice, it's a different story.
Xiao Qingxuan has not felt any relief these past few days.
Even though the brocade quilt was soft and the incense was light, it could not smooth out the wrinkles in his heart.
actually.
Now he's starting to want to coax her.
Even if I feel I'm not wrong, even if I still don't want to see her!
But Xiao Qingxuan just wanted to do something to make her happy.
Suddenly I remembered that Qian Yueshu loved to eat fruit and snacks.
It just so happens that his father bestowed upon him the tangerines he had presented as tribute today.
Those were tributes delivered by fast horses from Lingnan, golden and plump, with a delightful aroma.
He tasted one when he paid his respects to the Empress Dowager in her palace. It was juicy, sweet but not cloying, and truly a delicacy.
So he had all the tangerines sent to Qian Yueshu.
The idea formed almost without hesitation.
He summoned his bodyguards and ordered, "Send all the tangerines that Father Emperor bestowed upon you today to the Qian residence and give them to Miss Qian the Second."
Wang Xi, the eunuch serving beside him, was visibly taken aback and hesitated before saying, "Your Highness, these tribute oranges are rare; why don't you keep a few..."
"Send them all." Xiao Qingxuan's tone was calm, yet left no room for argument.
It wasn't that he didn't understand the significance of these tributes, nor that he didn't cherish them.
I just think of the sweet and refreshing taste of citrus.
He figured Qian Yueshu would like it!
It was as if eating this sweet orange could dispel the unpleasantness between them and bring back the smile to her face.
I hope she won't be so angry!
The Qian family mansion.
Qian Yueshu had just finished writing the last stroke of her pen and carefully sealed the love letter filled with delicate, elegant calligraphy.
Just then, a guard from the Eastern Palace entered carrying a small, exquisite bamboo basket.
Qian Yueshu took it with a puzzled look, and lifted the soft silk covering it. A refreshing and sweet citrus scent wafted out.
The golden, round fruits gleamed enticingly under the light, each one plump and full.
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