Those family letters
Fu Huaiying walked out of the palace in a good mood, but saw Lin Yan'an leaning against the carriage at the palace gate, looking at her with resentment on his face.
She finally reacted, quickly stepped forward, and touched the person's complaining face, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I forgot to tell you that I stayed in the palace last night."
Lin Yan'an raised his hand and said, "Get in the carriage."
Fu Huaiying obediently took his hand and got into the carriage.
The carriage started to move slowly. Fu Huaiying leaned out and rested her head on the shoulder of a groom. "Are you still angry? I'm fine, right? I went to the palace to cry and complain. He can't order me to be beheaded."
"I know there are people of mine in the palace. I'm just worried."
After hearing this, Fu Huaiying took the initiative and gently patted his shoulder, "You know everything, and you're still giving me a cold shoulder?"
Lin Yan'an tilted his head slightly, "Huaiying, it's hard not to worry. In your previous life, you died at his hands. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. In your previous life, you rarely entered the palace, only attending the occasional palace banquet, but his eyes were always on you. In this life, you are the official closest to him. Huaiying, he knew your life story from the beginning. How can I not be worried and afraid?"
Fu Huaiying was silent. Lin Yan'an was right. Emperor Huanyu knew her life story and could kill her at any time...
However, when planning for the future and looking forward to the road ahead, we cannot be timid.
Seeing that she was silent, Lin Yan'an reached out and gently placed his hand on the fair and slender hand on her shoulder, and said softly, "Huaiying, I don't mean to blame you. I know your foresight and understand your ambitions. I just hope you can pay more attention to yourself. Not everything is worth risking your life for."
The evidence she obtained last night could mean death if she was not careful. She thought he was a fool, but he knew King Huan. He would never give such a big handle to Wen Shuangye. Therefore, the secret letter that Huaiying handed to His Majesty last night could not have been written by King Huan.
It could only be that she wrote it herself. Perhaps, the fire last night was also her plan. Although there may be loopholes in the plan, what she is best at is... hurting herself to find a way forward.
Fu Huaiying leaned forward, hugged him from behind, and said softly, "You guessed right. This was my handiwork. I planned it all. I thought Wen Shuangye would send someone to assassinate her, but I didn't expect her to show up herself."
"Huaiying, if you hadn't been careful, you might have died in that fire. If it weren't for Dahu, you would have...entered the palace last night. If the current emperor had trusted Prince Huan and summoned him instead of hastily covering it up and investigating it carefully, I wouldn't have seen you today. Perhaps, I didn't know you well enough. I only realized it after the person in the palace handed me a message."
Fu Huaiying nudged him from behind, showing weakness. "Yan An, have I never told you directly that I love you? When we were playing this game of chess, I had already told Da Hu everything. I believed her because she was the family you brought me. She told me not to worry and that I could trust her completely, so I took action."
"That letter, was it the one you imitated from King Huan's handwriting?"
Lin Yanan felt someone nodding obediently behind him, "Yes, in my previous life, King Huan often delivered letters to me. I've seen it so many times, so naturally I can imitate it a little bit."
Lin Yanan was a little jealous. "I've written you so many letters, why haven't I seen you imitate my handwriting?"
Fu Huaiying rolled her eyes. "Your handwriting is so ugly, I can't even wrap it tightly with two pieces of straw rope. It's hard to imitate."
Lin Yan'an's handwriting cannot be said to be ugly, it can only be said to be completely unreadable. Whenever he was not fighting, he would write letters, one letter after another, an average of two letters a day. Sometimes, even after he had arrived in the capital, the letters home were still on the way.
"That's your excuse."
Fu Huaiying sat up straight and pinched his face with both hands, "Your handwriting is so ugly that it's unbearable to be seen in public. And I read every letter and replied to every one of them!"
Lin Yanan stopped the carriage and immediately turned back to look at her, eyes full of shock, "What did you say?!"
Fu Huaiying had a bad feeling and stared at him closely, "You didn't...did you not receive it?"
Lin Yan'an froze there, scenes flashing through his mind. His voice was a little hoarse, "I didn't receive it, Huaiying, I didn't receive any."
Fu Huaiying was also a little bewildered. She didn't know why Lin Yan'an hadn't received them. "Then where did those letters go? They shouldn't be. Every letter has my seal on it. You said my flowers are beautiful, so I dried them and put my seal on the seal."
Lin Yan'an raised his hand, his brows furrowed. "Wait, that's not right. You said you put dried flowers in your letters?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Lin Yan'an's face darkened slightly. "I was wondering, why do I never receive a single letter, but King Huan always has so many letters to read?"
He recalled his past life, when every time Prince Huan received a letter from home, he would take some dry food and sit beside him to read it carefully, always showing off how much the princess loved him, and every word was a private whisper in the boudoir.
"At that time, I was wondering, Your Majesty never issued an order for Prince Huan to get married, so why did he keep calling her Princess? I thought he was satisfied with his unmarried wife, but I didn't expect that he was holding my letter!"
Fu Huaiying was even more confused. "That's impossible, right? I always write on every letter, Yan An opens gently, so he can't have taken the wrong one, right?"
Lin Yanan snorted coldly, "He likes to entertain himself. I was wondering why there is an ink stain on every letter."
The more Lin Yan'an thought about it, the angrier he became. It was a pity that the words Huaiying had worked so hard to write and the flowers Huaiying had specially made for him were also accepted with a smile.
"He was the one who stole my letter! And he even showed off in front of me! Ahhhh!"
Fu Huaiying looked at him in his helpless rage and inexplicably found him cute.
"It doesn't matter. We will have many more futures together. I will tell you every word of the words you haven't seen."
"Now, can you read it to me?"
Fu Huaiying was helpless and pushed him, "Don't push me any further, I want to get off the carriage! Go away, Dahu is still waiting for me."
"girl!"
Da Hu rushed out of the clinic with a bag of cakes in his hand and a piece in his mouth.
Fu Huaiying was caught off guard and was almost thrown to the ground by her, staggering back a few steps.
Lin Yanan stood aside with a grin.
"One day without seeing you feels like three years have passed. Do you miss me, young lady?"
Fu Huaiying looked at her hand carefully and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Much better. Why didn't the girl come in that day? It was the little boy outside who told her later, otherwise I wouldn't have known."
"Seeing you're having so much fun, I couldn't bear to disturb you. Is it serious? Will your hand be the same as before after it heals? Does it hurt when it's cold?"
Da Hu swallowed the cake and said, "It's okay. The doctor said I have a good foundation and I will be fine in a few days. It's not a big deal. Don't worry, young lady. Fortunately, that old woman is dead, otherwise I would have killed her with a sword."
Fu Huaiying smoothed up her drooping hair and said, "Today, Fu Liusong was also dismissed from his post and given a beating. Fu Guang, our good days are yet to come. You must take good care of your health so that you can enjoy happiness."
Da Hu smiled and rubbed against her again and again.
Lin Yan'an held his forehead and said, "Let's go, Huaiying, let's take Dahu to dinner."
Fu Huaiying nodded and turned to look at Dahu, "What do you want to eat? The young marquis will pay for it today, and eat him to death."
"Fang Ding Lou! This is expensive. I'm going to bankrupt him."
Lin Yanan said with disdain, "This is my private property. If Huaiying and you squander it for ten lifetimes, there will be enough money left."
Dahu's eyes rolled, "Then you didn't give it to the girl."
Lin Yanan rolled his eyes. "You're too late. Not to mention the private vault, I've even given the seal of the Marquisate to Sister Huaiying. Do you have it?"
Dahu looked at Fu Huaiying for help.
The latter looked at the two of them with a smile, and after receiving her pleading gaze, he laughed out loud, "What's the big deal? Didn't the young marquis say he'd let us squander it? What's his is mine, and what's mine is yours."
Dahu laughed even more happily.
Fangding Tower
When Fu Huaiying and Lin Yan'an stepped in, they saw a familiar person.
The moment her eyes met Wen Yuhe's, Fu Huaiying remembered that she hadn't seen him for a long time.
Wen Yuhe was stunned for a long while when he saw her come in. He finally mustered up the courage to step forward and say hello, "Sister Huaiying, long time no see."
Fu Huaiying nodded and looked at him. Wen Yuhe had changed a lot. He smelled of alcohol and looked listless, with red eyes.
I think it was Wen Shuangye's death that stimulated him. Among the children of the Wen family, he and Wen Shuangye were the closest. Wen Chuyan often gave advice and advice, not like a nephew but more like a teacher. The other two sisters of the Wen family were both at the border, one joined the army and the other became a military doctor, and they rarely returned to Beijing.
Wen Shuangye hurt him so much that it felt like her eyeballs were being torn apart, so it was no wonder that he was unable to recover.
Lin Yan'an spoke up to break the deadlock, "Yuhe, are you hungry? Let's go and have a meal together. It's my treat."
Wen Yuhe looked at him, then at Fu Huaiying, his eyes dimmed a lot, and he nodded slightly.
"What do you want to eat?"
Fu Huaiying glanced at him and said, "It's all right. Ask Dahu."
Da Hu could order the food here with his eyes closed. "First, a small bowl of fish soup, then steamed cheese with sugar, steamed meatballs with flour, duck with eight-treasure gourd, um... and a dish of cherry meat, and your signature dish, that's it."
Lin Yanan laughed and propped up his face to look at Fu Huaiying, "Sister Huaiying, didn't your good sister say she wanted to eat me out of money?"
Da Hu rolled his eyes, "What do you know? I can eat you out of money, but I can't waste it."
Wen Yuhe looked at them with his eyes lowered. He hadn't seen Sister Huaiying for a long, long time. At first, it was Sister Huaiying who didn't want to see him, and later, it was he who didn't dare to see her. Last night, his aunt set fire to the house and wanted to kill Sister Huaiying. He was sad about his aunt's death and felt guilty. He didn't have the face to see Sister Huaiying.
"Sister Huaiying..."
Fu Huaiying looked back at him with a smile in her eyes.
Wen Yuhe was unable to ask anything in an instant, and didn't want to ask anything. She looked very happy, much happier than when she was in the mansion. Perhaps neither he nor his brother could make her so happy.
"nothing."
Lin Yanan noticed that he was hesitant to speak, and looked up at him, "Yuhe, what would you like to eat? You can add more."
"No, this much is enough for the four of us."
Fu Huaiying looked at him and said, "Add another peanut crisp."
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, we'll serve you some tea first. Please wait a moment, the dishes will be here soon."
Wen Yuhe suddenly looked at her, and Dahu also turned to look over.
"Just order whatever you want to eat. Don't be so restrained." Wen Shuangye is dead, and Fu Huaiying is no longer obsessed with the suffering she suffered because of Wen Yuhe when she was young.
She would no longer hate them, except the emperor and Fu Liusong.
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