Song Yaozhu spread out Yu Gong's letter for Xie Liwei to see, "The Ministry of War is indeed problematic."
Xie Liwei finished reading the letter and threw it into the incense burner.
"We still need to start with Cui Maosheng. He must know something about those crossbow bolts from before."
After the Cui family was purged, Cui Maosheng was fortunate enough to escape unscathed.
He's keeping a low profile these days, after all, the Lu family is currently riding high, and if he doesn't keep a low profile, he'll be killed.
"But Cui Maosheng seems to be very tight-lipped."
That's because he's not desperate enough yet.
When people are in real trouble, they will say whatever they should and shouldn't say in order to protect themselves.
Song Yaozhu drew circles on the table with her fingertips and suddenly said, "Our Imperial Noble Consort is probably furious about her sister's matter right now, so why don't we find her a punching bag?"
She smiled, her lips pursed, like the most beautiful flower in spring.
Xie Liwei couldn't help but swallow hard, and leaned down to peck her lips.
We stopped short of causing trouble and dared not act recklessly.
Seeing his restrained demeanor, Song Yaozhu couldn't help but feel a mischievous urge to tease him.
The moment he stood up, Song Yaozhu's fingers gripped his collar, she raised her face, and her red lips landed on his chin.
"Should I find you a good concubine?"
Xie Liwei grabbed her hand and scoffed.
"Sister, don't provoke me just because I spoil you."
Xie Liwei looked into her eyes with his eyelids lowered, and for a moment, Song Yaozhu had a chill run down her spine.
However, the cold light in Xie Liwei's eyes quickly disappeared. He seemed reluctant to speak to Song Yaozhu like that, and his eyes were full of love.
"Sister, sometimes some words are meant to be funny, and sometimes some words can hurt feelings."
Song Yaozhu awkwardly released her grip on his collar. She subconsciously felt that all men were like Yuwen Wuji.
Rather than waiting for him to go out and cheat on her, it's better to arrange things for him openly and honestly. Just like when she was empress, she couldn't be jealous; she had to be magnanimous.
Her eyes dimmed, and suddenly Xie Liwei lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her eyes to meet his.
What are you thinking about now?
Granny Qin said that pregnant women tend to overthink, and if this is not detected in time, it can lead to a drastic change in their personality after childbirth.
“People are different. If my sister thinks of me that way, I will be sad.”
Before he finished speaking, two clear tears rolled down Song Yaozhu's cheeks. She didn't know why, but she just felt so wronged, so incredibly wronged.
Xie Liwei immediately lost his composure.
These aren't just two tears; they're practically the White Snake's flood of Jinshan Temple!
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Xie Liwei pulled her into his arms. "Don't cry, my dear princess, Yao Yao, sister..."
Xie Liwei tried to coax Song Yaozhu for a long time, but she was still sobbing softly in his arms. He felt helpless, having exhausted all his words of comfort.
Thinking that Granny Qin was right, pregnancy really does affect a woman's health and mood. From now on, I must take precautions and never let my sister suffer like this again.
Many illnesses originate from a person's emotions. Because of the pent-up emotions within the body, which cannot be released, they accumulate in the heart and eventually cause illness.
Song Yaozhu also felt that she was being pretentious, but she just couldn't control her aggrieved feelings. Especially with Xie Liwei coaxing her like this, she felt encouraged to put on airs even more.
After crying for a while, Song Yaozhu hugged Xie Liwei's waist and asked him in a low voice, "I feel like I'm acting really strange right now, and I can't quite control my emotions."
She figured it was fine for her to cause trouble once or twice, but if it happened too often, Xie Liwei might start to get annoyed with her. And if he did get annoyed...
Song Yaozhu felt that she was being awful, completely irrational, and not calm at all.
She didn't like being out of control like this. She didn't even like herself like this, so how could she expect Xie Liwei to tolerate her like this?
Xie Liwei kissed her forehead and asked Caijin to make a bowl of sesame paste, walnut kernels, and sweet tofu.
"You've had a good cry, are you hungry?"
Song Yaozhu, like a cat whose tail had been caught, angrily said, "I'm not hungry!"
But when the dessert arrived, the fragrant aroma of sesame made her swallow hard again.
But thinking about what she had just said to Xie Liwei, she couldn't back down.
Xie Liwei lowered her head and picked up the bowl. "Sister, have a taste. The people in the kitchen have been working on it for so long. We can't let their skills go to waste."
Seeing his expression, Song Yaozhu snorted and took the bowl.
“Your ‘raising the tray to eyebrow level’ is missing the ‘tray’; it can only be called ‘raising the bowl to eyebrow level’.”
The phrase "raising the tray to eyebrow level" comes from Meng Guang, who would hold the tray up to eyebrow level when serving her husband meals to show her respect for him.
However, Song Yaozhu never felt any affection between husband and wife from this story, yet later generations insisted on using this term to describe the good relationship between husband and wife.
Now that she was the one being served, she felt that the term had some merit.
Sure enough, the one being served would never say anything that shows a lack of affection.
"Alright, I'll give Your Highness some face."
She gave a reproachful look, picked up a spoon, and scooped up a mouthful of sweet tofu. The sweet tofu was made of milk, smooth and tender, with a milky flavor and the fragrant sesame paste filling her mouth instantly.
Sweet but not cloying, the coolness of the milk tofu was neutralized by the hot sesame paste. Combined with the fact that she had been crying for a while, she had a great appetite and quickly finished a small bowl.
"Alright, don't be greedy." Xie Liwei saw that she still wanted to eat and cruelly cut off her desire. "Too much of a good thing."
Song Yaozhu took the handkerchief he handed her, wiped her mouth, and asked, "After thinking about it, why are you always clinging to me?"
Since they recognized each other, Xie Liwei has become very clingy. Unless it's absolutely necessary to be apart, he always wants to be with her.
Even when he goes to work in his study, he wants to spend a long time cuddling with himself.
Xie Liwei paused slightly as he took the dirty handkerchief from her, his tone seemingly a little tense.
"Is my older sister annoyed by me?"
In fact, Song Yaozhu had complained more than once that he was always clinging to her and that she didn't like this sticky feeling, but it was all just verbal complaints; she never actually forbade him from being clingy.
The tone of her voice tonight, as if she were settling scores, gave him a jolt.
"No, I just suddenly realized that." Song Yaozhu brought her face close to his and smiled, "Are you afraid I'll leave again?"
Xie Liwei's pupils contracted slightly, and then he said in an extremely solemn tone, "Sister, don't say such things."
Song Yaozhu felt as if the wrinkles in her heart had been smoothed out. She couldn't help but blame herself. She had previously said that Granny Qin was throwing the baby out with the bathwater, but wasn't she just like that?
How could a scumbag like Yuwen Wuji compare to her Ahri!
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