Two palace maids waited quietly outside. Hearing noises inside, they entered the room gently, bowed, and then went to serve Zhao Canchen and Lin Yajun as they bathed and changed in the washroom.
Zhao Canchen and Lin Yajun, dressed in brand-new morning robes, walked hand in hand from the inner room to the main hall.
The morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone through the window lattice onto them, adding a touch of warm glow to the newlyweds, making them look like a perfect couple with an ethereal aura.
The octagonal table in the main hall was already laden with a variety of exquisite foods, emitting an enticing aroma. There was steaming bird's nest porridge and chicken soup, vibrant green vegetables, tender roasted lamb, and delicate pastries. These meticulously prepared dishes, though not cheap, all demonstrated the Lin family's thoughtfulness towards the newlyweds.
Lin Yajun's eyes were drawn to the delicious food, and her stomach began to rumble. Since transmigrating to this world, she had never tasted such a sumptuous breakfast.
After all, when she transmigrated, the Lin family had already declined, and their food, drink, and daily necessities were getting worse every day.
Zhao Canchen looked at Lin Yajun tenderly and said softly, "Xiaojun, sit down and have breakfast." He gently took Lin Yajun's hand and made her sit down next to him.
Lin Yajun obediently sat down, and Zhao Canchen immediately served her a bowl of steaming hot bird's nest porridge, saying with concern, "Drink it while it's hot, it will have a fishy taste when it's cold."
Lin Yajun smiled and replied, "Okay, Achen." She took the bowl, gently stirred the bird's nest porridge with a spoon, took a spoonful and put it in her mouth, savoring the delicate texture and rich aroma of the bird's nest porridge.
Lin Yajun took a couple of sips, then took a bowl and carefully served Zhao Canchen a bowl of ginseng chicken soup.
She tasted it herself first before handing the bowl to Zhao Canchen, saying gently, "Chen, try this chicken soup, it tastes very good."
Zhao Canchen was deeply moved by Lin Yajun's thoughtfulness. He took the bowl and said with a smile, "Xiaojun, you drink too." He finished the chicken soup.
Now, Zhao Canchen's mood is as bright as the morning sun, and his beloved is by his side, eating and talking. He feels that this is undoubtedly the happiest moment of his life.
After enjoying a hearty breakfast together, the two sat leisurely by the window, basking in the warm sunlight and feeling the tranquility and comfort.
The palace servants respectfully served fragrant tea, which they sipped slowly and chatted in hushed tones.
Zhao Canchen remembered the generous gift that the Prince of Song had sent yesterday, so he said to Lin Yajun, "Yesterday, the Prince of Song sent a generous gift, a ten thousand tael silver note. I will give it to my father-in-law later as a betrothal gift."
Lin Yajun smiled gently and said, "It's all up to you. Anyway, we have more money than we can spend."
Zhao Canchen gently took Lin Yajun's hand, stroking it tenderly, and asked curiously, "Oh? Yajun, what do you mean by that? Where did you get so much money?"
Seeing this, Lin Yajun leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Achen, someone brought me a bag of silver notes yesterday."
Zhao Canchen's eyes immediately lit up, and he asked curiously, "How many?"
Lin Yajun smiled mysteriously and continued softly, "A lot, a single silver note is worth a thousand taels, and it's a whole bag full. How much do you think that is?"
"So many?" Zhao Canchen's eyes widened in surprise, and he muttered to himself, "Who on earth is secretly helping me? Why are they being so kind to me?"
Lin Yajun shook her head helplessly and replied, "I don't know either."
Zhao Canchen muttered, "It shouldn't be the Prince of Song." The Prince of Song had already sent him ten thousand taels of silver notes, so why would he secretly send another bag of silver notes?
Lin Yajun suddenly remembered that there was another thing that Zongzheng Temple had given to Zhao Canchen. She suggested, "Achen, let's go take a look at the courtyard in a couple of days." She thought to herself that she would check the location and condition of the courtyard before deciding whether to rent it out. Firstly, it would generate some income, and secondly, it would be safer to have someone looking after the house so that it wouldn't break down easily.
"Which courtyard did you say it was?" Zhao Canchen asked. "The princess gave one, and the Imperial Clan Court gave one. The two courtyards are only two streets apart." He explained the situation to Lin Yajun in detail. "The princess traded a horse for it from the prince consort. It was the courtyard where the prince consort's wet nurse used to live."
Lin Yajun curled her lip and muttered, "What good things can the prince consort give you?"
She said to Zhao Canchen, "Let's look at the one from the Imperial Clan Court first."
Zhao Canchen said gently, "Alright, let's go out and take a look in three days."
Lin Yajun nodded obediently, and the two gazed at each other affectionately.
Zhao Canchen observed that Xiao Jun's eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and a pair of bright, star-like eyes were set in her jade-like face.
Her long, silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her a gentle and tender appearance that deeply attracted him.
Zhao Canchen seemed to remember something. He turned and went into the inner room. Not long after, he came out with a comb in his hand.
With a smile, he held the comb high and said to Lin Yajun, "Xiaojun, I still remember how you looked with your hair down that day." His voice revealed a hint of tenderness in his memory, "Back then, your skin was as white as snow, and your features were as exquisite as a painting, like a snow beauty who had come down from a snow mountain."
Zhao Canchen paused for a moment, then frankly admitted, "Actually, from that moment on, I had already fallen deeply in love with you. Your pure appearance and decisive actions have attracted me deeply."
Lin Yajun naturally knew which day he was referring to; it was the day she bought that servant.
She turned her head away shyly and said reproachfully, "You must be laughing at me behind my back. I look so disheveled."
Zhao Canchen quickly explained with a smile, "I'm not making fun of you, Xiao Jun. Only fairies would have such beautiful long hair." His words were full of sincerity and praise.
After saying that, Zhao Canchen gently placed the comb on Lin Yajun's hair and began to comb her silky long hair. His movements were exceptionally gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Lin Yajun's face was filled with disbelief. She never expected that Zhao Canchen would have such skillful hairstyling techniques, with such light and agile movements.
His fingers moved through Lin Yajun's hair with fluid grace, and soon an elegant woman's hairstyle appeared on her head.
This hairstyle is neat and beautiful, making one appear both dignified and elegant, while also revealing a gentle and graceful temperament.
Lin Yajun gazed at herself in the bronze mirror and couldn't help but admire Zhao Canchen's skill: "The hairstyle my husband styled is so beautiful!"
Zhao Canchen smiled gently and replied, "From now on, I will comb your hair every day." As he spoke, he took out a jade hairpin from his pocket and carefully inserted it into Lin Yajun's hair. The jade hairpin shimmered with a warm luster in the sunlight, complementing Lin Yajun's black hair and making her face even more beautiful and charming.
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