Such a good girl deserves to be beautiful.
Since her left hand was being held by him, He Yunxiao said, "Extend your right hand."
Meng Qingrou then stretched out her right hand, puzzled.
He Yunxiao put the silver bracelet on her right wrist.
Meng Qingrou asked doubtfully, "Young Master, don't you want it?"
He Yunxiao revealed an irresistibly handsome smile and said tenderly to his South Sea Pearl, "Of course I want it, but a beautiful bracelet should naturally be worn on a beautiful wrist. That's how it has its purpose. You can keep the bracelet for now, but don't you dare lose it."
Meng Qingrou's favorability rating has increased from 30 to 50.
Although her favorability rating had increased, Meng Qingrou's words were words of rejection: "Young Master, perhaps you shouldn't come to Linxuan Palace again in the future."
He Yunxiao was very puzzled.
"Why?" he asked.
“Nan Zhu has already been betrothed to He Yunxiao by my sister. If you, young master, come to Nan Zhu’s place often, I’m afraid my husband will misunderstand.”
At this moment, He Yunxiao was thinking: What am I, the future me? How dare I steal my wife from the present me?
He Yunxiao intentionally did not tell Nan Zhu that he was her husband.
He wanted his precious Namjoo to truly like him, to like him without any other factors, not just because she was "betrothal" to him.
"You can't not come. Your injuries won't heal properly this time. You need to heal regularly."
“Then…” Meng Qingrou hesitated, “Then you are not allowed to come except to heal your wounds.”
He Yunxiao laughed triumphantly, "Of course. How could a gentleman like me steal what another loves?"
Meng Qingrou nodded. After hearing He Yunxiao's assurance, she trusted him wholeheartedly.
In retrospect, this was a blessing in disguise. Without the Soul-Devouring Pill and his extraordinary regenerative abilities, hemophilia would have been incurable in eight lifetimes. And if he couldn't cure the disease, how could he find an excuse to hold hands with his wife, Nanzhu?
How can we strengthen our relationship without holding hands?
Thinking of Nanzhu's wary expression as she clutched the sickle, He Yunxiao felt a chill run down his spine. Not afraid of the sickle itself, but afraid that the young girl might do something rash and harm herself.
He Yunxiao wanted to ask about the Soul-Devouring Pill, but just as he was about to speak, he heard a cute little baby's tummy growling.
It had just gotten dark, and it was dinnertime.
Meng Qingrou's face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
Young women are sensitive, and this kind of thing is truly embarrassing.
Their hands were still clasped together, a sight that couldn't be seen by others. Even if the man wasn't a stranger, but her fiancé He Yunxiao, it still couldn't be seen by others.
The State of Qi values etiquette. If the eldest princess loses her dignified demeanor and acts like a little maid being held in a man's hand, it will only create a lot of rumors and needlessly damage Nanzhu's reputation.
He Yunxiao wouldn't let that happen, so he couldn't take her to places with people to find food.
He remembered that when he was looking for Linxuan Palace, he passed a small lake, so he pulled Meng Qingrou up and said to her, "Come with me, I'll treat you to barbecue."
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