"Remember to call me husband next time." Shen Shoufu held her on his lap and fed her peaches.
Madam Shen fed the half-bitten peach to Chief Minister Shen. As they were an old couple, he didn't mind and ate the peach from Madam Shen's hand.
Madam Shen's eyes lit up a bit when she looked at Prime Minister Shen.
Brother Shen saw peaches placed in the house, each one carefully selected, and they looked very sweet.
Xu Zhimo said, "Yan Bao picked them especially for us. Yan Bao got an allergy on his neck from picking peaches."
"Is it serious?" Brother Shen was worried.
Xu Zhimo shook her head: "After playing for a while, the water has become much better. She wasn't paying attention. She was holding a peach in her arms and got it stained by the peach hairs."
"Silly Yanbao, you don't even know to hold a basket." Brother Shen peeled a peach and cut it into slices for Xu Zhimo to eat. She took a piece and fed it to Brother Shen. Brother Shen took a bite and let her eat the rest.
Xu Zhimo's ears turned slightly red, and the two of them shared a peach slice.
Brother Shen teased: "Is the peach sweet?"
Xu Zhimo nodded.
Brother Shen smiled, pulled her to sit on his lap, lowered his head and covered her red lips: "Let your husband taste it!"
Xu Zhimo: “…”
The Thirteenth Prince was sent back to Concubine Li. Concubine Li had not yet rested. She looked at the wet Thirteenth Prince and exclaimed, "What happened? How did he fall into the water? Is he okay?"
The Thirteenth Prince shook his head: "It's okay, I didn't fall into the water, Yan Bao took me swimming."
Concubine Li's expression changed: "Swimming?"
When the Thirteenth Prince saw this, it was too late for him to change his words.
Concubine Li asked, "Where did you swim? Was it safe? Why did she take you swimming so peacefully, but you just followed her around? How could a little girl like her be so wild?"
The Thirteenth Prince retorted: "She didn't bring him here, it was my son's will. Don't blame Yan Bao."
"You..." Concubine Li's face darkened. She asked the maid to bring a feather duster and threatened: "If you say that again, who will you blame?"
The Thirteenth Prince glanced at the feather duster and knew how painful it would be when hit by it.
He is not afraid.
The Thirteenth Prince said without hesitation, "Don't blame Yan Bao."
With a snap, a red mark appeared on the calf.
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