What are you angry about?
In the twelfth lunar month, thick snow suddenly fell in Yu'an Palace City. Fuyao was staring blankly out the window in her bedroom with a book in her hand.
Her body during pregnancy was as heavy as a ballast stone, and the kingfisher-inlaid and pearl hairpin made by the prince himself was dazzling.
Although she was holding the book in her hand at the moment, she didn't turn a page.
Looking at the bright snow, she suddenly remembered the scene when she and Song Chenyu were playing in the yard of the general's mansion.
It was the first time she saw such thick snow, so she couldn't help but play snowballs with him.
Slowly, the corners of her scarlet lips began to rise, and her bright eyes were filled with joy.
In just a moment, the joy suddenly disappeared, and a hint of resentment crept up.
Fuyao, it was you who agreed to let the imperial concubine let other women serve His Highness.
Why can't I stand seeing him talking with another woman in the imperial garden now?
Contradictions and sadness are intertwined in my heart and cannot be shaken off.
"Princess."
Qing Ning behind her looked at her distressedly.
"The medicine is ready."
After leaving the study in the morning, Fuyao suddenly felt abdominal pain.
Later, the imperial physician was called in, who said that the fetus had been disturbed, and prescribed herbs such as Atractylodes macrocephala and Scutellaria baicalensis to strengthen the spleen and stabilize the fetus.
Fu Yao specifically told them not to tell this to anyone, as she didn't want the imperial concubine and the emperor to worry.
Qing Ning still clearly remembers the scene when her master had a miscarriage in the General's Mansion.
"Princess."
Fuyao turned around and gestured to put the medicine on the table. Her pupils no longer had the same luster as before.
As the medicine slid down her throat, Fuyao didn't feel any bitterness at all.
In a daze, she fell asleep on the couch.
The wind blew snow particles onto the pillars. Song Chenyu stood outside the imperial garden, his black cloak rustling in the north wind.
"Your Highness."
Ma Chong shrank his neck due to the cold.
"It's getting late. We should go back to the East Palace."
Song Chenyu didn't respond, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the white eggplant bag Fuyao gave him around his waist.
The words of the imperial concubine this morning rang in his ears again, I discussed this with Fuyao.
"Your Highness?"
Ma Chong called out again.
Song Chenyu came back to his senses and walked towards the East Palace.
The footprints in the snow were crooked, just like his messy mood today.
Passing by the main hall, a shadow was reflected on the window. It was Fuyao.
She was sitting on the couch wearing a snow fox fur coat. He paused slightly, thinking of how she looked when they first met, sitting behind the bead curtain in Liufeng Pavilion.
"Your Highness, we've arrived."
Ma Chong's voice woke him up.
Song Chenyu gritted his teeth and stepped into the main hall.
Fuyao heard the noise and looked up. Seeing it was him, her eyelashes trembled, and then she lowered her eyes to fiddle with the silver-gray frosted charcoal in the charcoal basin.
"The plum blossoms in the Imperial Garden are blooming today."
He spoke stiffly, his knuckles white.
"Um."
Fuyao still lowered her head and only responded softly, with a hint of alienation on her face.
Song Chenyu's Adam's apple rolled. He stood beside her couch for a while and then turned and went to the study.
Qing Ning outside sighed quietly, but no one saw the pain in the prince's eyes when he turned his back to the main hall.
He sat at his desk, flipping through the memorials, but he couldn't read a single word.
After three o'clock in the morning, Song Chenyu finally got up.
When I reached the door of the main hall, I could hear the even breathing sounds from inside through the beaded curtain.
He came gently to the bedside. She was asleep, the pearl hairpin in her hair was crooked, revealing a spot of light pink behind her ear, where he had kissed her.
He stretched out his hand, then stopped in mid-air.
Finally, Song Chenyu quietly left and returned to the study.
He knew that she was tired during pregnancy, and he often came home late, which would affect her already poor sleep.
The person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, and remembered his whispers when he was deeply in love with her that night.
"Fuyao, I will never let you down."
It turns out that what hurts the most is not being treated coldly, but being in love but having to endure it with each other's own thoughts.
The next morning, Fuyao forced herself to get up, and Qingning brought her some pregnancy-maintaining medicine.
The snow fell again, and the red plum blossoms outside the temple were in full bloom, with ice beads condensed on the flower buds.
Fuyao touched her belly and laughed, but her tears fell on the fox fur.
Since the night they shared a room in the general's mansion, they have never slept in separate rooms.
Listening to the female official explaining the book, Fuyao forced herself to pay full attention so that she wouldn't be distracted by other things.
After lunch, she and Qing Ning went to Feiwei Palace. As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard the laughter of a young woman coming from inside.
She looked up and saw a woman sitting opposite the imperial concubine, the two of them talking and laughing.
The woman was wearing a beige coat with a snow-white ermine fur trim at the collar.
At this moment, a white cloak was draped over the back of the chair, and a few sparse black plum blossoms were embroidered on the cuffs.
She had embroidered it herself the day before, and the stitches still had the clumsiness of a young girl.
She was none other than Zhao Lingzhi, who had been chatting with the prince in the imperial garden yesterday.
"Your hands are warm."
The imperial concubine reached out and covered her fingertips on the tea table and smiled.
"I used to think young girls were most afraid of the cold, but yesterday I saw you picking plum blossoms in the Imperial Garden, standing there for a long moment in your thin clothes. You seem to be even more resistant to the cold than my old mother in the palace."
Zhao Lingzhi's ears turned red, and she quickly retracted her hand.
"It's the green-calyx plum tree that's in full bloom, its pink and white with a hint of green.
I thought, if I don’t break it before the snow falls, it will freeze to death tomorrow, which would be a pity.”
"He's quite a fool."
The imperial concubine called Zhaoyue to add a piece of pine soot ink to the stove.
"Since you love plum blossoms, tomorrow I'll ask your mother to send someone to the garden behind my warm room to pick a few old plum blossoms.
I just got a Ruyao gallbladder vase, which is perfect for a simple girl like you."
There was news outside that the Crown Princess had arrived.
"Fuyao greets mother."
Fuyao said softly.
"Here I come."
Concubine Feng smiled and then pointed at the woman opposite.
"This is Zhao Lingzhi, the daughter of Hanlin scholar Zhao Heng."
"Meet the Crown Princess."
Zhao Lingzhi hurriedly stood up.
"Mrs. Zhao, please sit down."
Fuyao spoke softly, looking closely at the woman.
Zhao Lingzhi was only fifteen years old, the age when "a pear blossom is wet with rain in spring."
The corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, her eyes are as soft as spring water, the tip of her nose is as slender as jade, and her lips are the color of freshly applied rouge, with a hint of pink in the light red.
"You have met His Highness, right?"
Concubine Feng pulled the sleeve that was tucked onto the side of the chair.
Zhao Lingzhi quickly reached out to help.
“I saw it yesterday.
Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, Brother Chenyu is still as cheerful and talkative as before."
As he was speaking, Qi Zhaoyi walked slowly towards him.
She was the closest to the imperial concubine, so she would always come to Feiwei Palace to sit when she had nothing to do.
"I was wondering who gave birth to such a beautiful girl, it turned out to be Miss Zhao!"
As soon as Qi Zhaoyi sat down, she looked at Zhao Lingzhi.
"You're joking."
Zhao Lingzhi lowered her head with a smile in her eyes.
Qi Zhaoyi looked at her first, then looked at the imperial concubine.
"My lady, please tell me, have I said anything nonsense?
With such a look, it wouldn't be too much to become a concubine for the prince!"
Upon hearing this, Concubine Feng glanced at Fuyao and then at Zhao Lingzhi.
"It's up to the children to decide what they want to do."
"The Concubine is here by chance. How about Zhao Lingzhi becoming your sister?"
Qi Zhaoyi laughed and said,
"It's a good thing to have someone to help you share the burden."
Fuyao turned her head and looked at Qi Zhaoyi, with a smile on her lips.
"The Queen is in charge of this matter."
Although she appeared calm on the surface, her heart was actually in turmoil.
In the East Palace, Fuyao looked down at the account book, which was brought into the palace by Xianning.
This is the shop's revenue since she entered the palace. It seems that they have managed the store well.
For a moment, Fuyao suddenly wanted to give up her identity as the Crown Princess and leave the palace to do what she wanted.
As for Zhao Lingzhi and Wang Lingzhi, whoever wants to be the Crown Princess can do so.
As the night deepened, she stood up with her belly bulging.
The previous snow has long melted, and the temperature seems to be even colder.
These days, Song Chenyu has been staying overnight in the side hall. Thinking of this, Fuyao spoke.
"Close the door tightly. It's a bit cold this night."
"Then Your Highness..."
Green Lemon frowned.
"He has somewhere to go."
Fuyao turned her head.
In the study, Song Chenyu finished his work, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, with Fu Yao's image in his mind.
Although he had been spending the night in the side hall for the past month, it was partly because he was afraid of disturbing Fuyao's rest and partly because he wanted to see her reaction.
But as of now, she seems no different.
Finally he walked out of the study. Since she refused to bow her head, he had to do it himself.
He reached out to push the door in front of the main hall, but after several attempts, the tightly closed door didn't budge.
Could it be that the door was locked from the inside?
Thinking of this, Song Chenyu felt extremely dissatisfied and left in anger.
Ma Chong behind him couldn't help but sigh that this was the first time he had ever met a Crown Princess with such a unique personality.
The morning mist at the hour of Mao had not yet dissipated, but there was already movement within the red walls of the East Palace.
Crown Prince Song Chenyu stood under the corridor outside the palace, holding half a piece of uneaten osmanthus cake in his fingertips, his knuckles turning blue and white from the force.
It was crushed just now when I was walking around in the side hall.
"Your Highness, please calm down."
Ma Chong shrank his neck and handed over the handkerchief.
"The Crown Princess might have fallen into a deep sleep last night."
Song Chenyu didn't respond, but raised his hand and knocked lightly.
One, two, and on the third knock there was a slight noise from inside the door, followed by his familiar muttering.
"who."
He clenched his fists.
"I."
The movement inside the door suddenly stopped.
After a while, there was a click, but only a crack opened.
Fuyao stuck her head out with disheveled hair, tears still stained the corners of her eyes. Seeing it was him, she immediately closed the door until only a sliver of space remained.
"What are you doing here?"
"do what?"
Song Chenyu was amused by her thief-guarding look.
"Is it wrong for me to return to my own chambers?"
The crack in the door suddenly widened, and Fuyao glanced at him.
"Wouldn't it be better to sleep in the side hall?"
"Okay, okay."
Song Chenyu suppressed his temper and knocked on the door with his fingertips.
"Then open the door and I'll talk to you."
"No!"
Fuyao suddenly raised her voice, her eyes slowly turning red.
"You should talk about it. Last month, I was vomiting and holding onto a pillar, and you were in the Imperial Garden with the lady admiring the plum blossoms.
I almost had a miscarriage a few days ago, and you slept quietly in the side hall.
Yesterday I heard you and Minister Wang talking and laughing in the side hall, why are you back in the main hall?
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt.
Song Chenyu was panicking when he heard this outside, and he raised his foot to hit the door.
"Fuyao!"
"Don't hit!"
Her hurried voice came from inside the door.
"Lime, unlock it."
The door creaked open.
Fuyao was holding onto the door frame, her hair disheveled, her pregnant belly visible beneath her plain skirt.
He sighed and bent down to pick up the handkerchief she had dropped on the threshold.
Finally softened his tone,
"Isn't that stupid?
Why are you mad at me?
"You won't reconcile with me first."
Fuyao sniffed.
Song Chenyu took her into his arms, his palms covering her slightly protruding belly, looking at her with distressed eyes,
"Silly girl, I was just worried you'd find it annoying. I'm sorry."
Fuyao burst into laughter and beat his chest.
"Who asked you to come over?
The side hall is quiet.”
"Not clean."
Song Chenyu bent down and kissed the top of her head.
"Without you by my side, I can't sleep at all."
The copper bells on the eaves rang, and the morning mist gradually dissipated.
The incense burner inside the door was rekindled with the scent of agarwood, and the place finally felt the warmth of living people again.
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