Qingxue's eyes immediately reddened: "Master..."
"Alright, from now on, if we, mistress and servant, work together, things will definitely get better and better." Qian Shengyan held Qingxue's hand and whispered, "No matter where we are in the future, I believe you will always be devoted to me, okay?"
“Alright, Master, you can always trust me,” Qingxue said softly.
The master and servant stood in the courtyard, where there was still a thin layer of snow, and smiled at each other in the early winter morning sunlight.
"Master, Aunt Qingxue." Green Willow walked over, curtsied, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Master, Consort Guo has been here for a quarter of an hour. Would you like to see her today?"
"You're here so early?" Qian Shengyan was also a little surprised.
Qingxue chuckled: "Perhaps Liu Gege's matter served as a reminder to her, and Guo Gege has become even more diligent."
"You shouldn't be so diligent with me..." Qian Shengyan frowned helplessly, then sighed, "Didn't they distribute some fabric suitable for making dormitory books a few days ago?"
“Yes,” Green Willow replied.
"Go and get two batches of fresh-colored fruit to give to Princess Guo, wishing her a good night's sleep." Qian Shengyan was truly at her wit's end.
Both maids laughed mischievously at her. Qingxue said, "I'll take care of this. Mistress, please have your meal soon."
Qian Shengyan nodded, then wandered around the yard a few times. After breakfast, she went to see her son and brought her daughter over. Another ordinary yet heartwarming day began.
Time flies, and soon it was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. According to the usual custom, the palace would distribute Laba porridge, and the prince and his wife would go to the palace to express their gratitude after receiving the porridge.
The porridge from Yuanmingyuan was naturally among the first to be delivered. Yinzhen had also long been preparing to go to Changchun Garden to express his gratitude. Qian Shengyan helped him tidy his clothes and asked with some concern, "Is Your Highness going alone?"
"I'll go with my wife today." Yinzhen raised his head and had Qian Shengyan button his clothes. "Didn't my wife ask me something a while ago? It was about this matter. It's not appropriate for her to be sick from the Laba Festival until the New Year, so let's go today."
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