"You, you, you... I, I, I..."
Meng Qingrou was trembling all over, and her mouth began to stutter wildly.
He Yunxiao was startled when he saw her like this.
He quickly asked with concern, "Nam-joo, what's wrong?"
Tears gradually filled her beautiful and clear eyes, and then, like a burst dam, streamed down her jade-like face.
He Yunxiao's mood plummeted to rock bottom as her tears fell.
Even though He Yunxiao didn't understand what had happened, he felt the same way when he saw Nanzhu's sadness.
Meng Qingrou sobbed and cried, hitting He Yunxiao with her small fists, which were holding grilled fish. She didn't use much force because she was afraid of dropping the fish.
Not satisfied with that, she used her small feet, clad in embroidered shoes, to kick He Yunxiao repeatedly.
"Xiao Yun, you bastard! You big bad guy, you shameless scoundrel!"
Faced with Nan Zhu's punches and kicks, He Yunxiao was both enjoying it and puzzled.
"What exactly happened?"
Meng Qingrou stopped hitting him. But because she had cried so hard, her shoulders were still twitching.
He Yunxiao waited quietly for her to finish crying.
Nan Zhu stopped crying and glared at He Yunxiao with hatred.
Like an angry, cute, and super fierce little kitten.
She pointed to He Yunxiao's lips, then to the spot on her own lips where the fish had just touched.
She exclaimed in despair, "You're cheating! How am I supposed to choose after this?!"
He Yunxiao finally understood what Nan Zhu meant.
While eating food that's right next to your partner's mouth might seem romantic in modern times, this behavior was completely different in the eyes of Princess Nanzhu in ancient times.
Such overly intimate gestures are something even couples who advocate mutual respect wouldn't do. Now that He Yunxiao, disguised as "Xiao Yun," has made such a move towards her, she has no choice but to choose Xiao Yun.
After He Yunxiao understood Nan Zhu's thoughts, he was both touched and amused.
"Then choose me, since you were going to choose me anyway."
Meng Qingrou's expression at this moment revealed the spoiled nature of a young girl. She turned her face away, stubbornly refusing to look at He Yunxiao. "I won't choose! Nanzhu won't get married!"
He Yunxiao, acting like a rogue, brought his face closer and said, "If you don't choose me, I'll eat again."
"No! No!"
"Choose me?"
"Nam-joo... I need to discuss this with my sister and Mother."
"That's more like it."
"Young master, don't be too happy yet. Your sister and mother will definitely prefer He Yunxiao."
He Yunxiao took Nan Zhu's hand and pulled her closer to him.
He said, "It doesn't matter who your sister or your mother likes, as long as you like me, that's all that matters."
These sweet words made Meng Qingrou's face turn completely red. She had never heard such tender words before. Before this, let alone sweet talk, having lived in the palace for so long, she had hardly ever seen any healthy men.
"Who, who said I like you? You're only slightly better than He Yunxiao."
He Yunxiao wanted to hold his lovely wife, Nanzhu, for a while longer, but then he heard the shouts of palace maids from not far away.
"Princess! Your Highness, where are you?"
“It’s Xing’er,” Meng Qingrou said, looking at He Yunxiao. “Let go of me quickly, we can’t let others see.”
He Yunxiao knew it was time to leave. Although he hadn't asked about the solution to the Soul-Devouring Pill yet, there was plenty of time. He had already gotten his wife, so there was no rush.
He released Nanzhu's hand, picked up his shoes, and said, "I'll come back another day to ask you about the Soul-Devouring Pill. I'm leaving now!"
Meng Qingrou exclaimed, "Hey, you..."
He Yunxiao immediately turned around and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
She said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's getting dark, you... be careful walking."
He Yunxiao smiled, waved to her, and said, "Don't worry, I'll come and marry you."
Then they left.
...
To He Yunxiao's surprise, when he finally left the palace after going around in circles, the He family carriage that had brought him there at noon was still there.
Didn't Auntie take a carriage back?
With this question in mind, He Yunxiao approached the carriage and found that although it was still the same carriage, the coachman was no longer the one from noon. Instead, it was He Yunxiao's personal coachman, the one who had taken him home from Chunfeng Tower that night.
The coachman had a square face and looked honest and simple, but he was actually very gossipy.
"Young Master, you're out. Are you going home? Or to Chunfeng Pavilion?"
As He Yunxiao stepped onto the carriage, he praised him, saying, "You're quite skilled at this."
The coachman said, "Hey, you have to love what you do. I don't have any particular hobbies, I just like riding horses and driving carriages."
He Yunxiao said, "I also like horseback riding."
Ma Fuqi exclaimed, "I never imagined that the young master and I were birds of a feather!"
He Yunxiao said, "If we're not very well-educated, let's not use idioms carelessly, okay?"
The coachman asked, "Young master, where would you like to go today?"
He Yunxiao asked, "What's the name of that river in Yinjing City again?"
The coachman thought for a moment, then said, "Moxi."
"Yes, that's Moxi. Follow it until you reach a small courtyard with two willow trees at the entrance, then call me down."
The coachman had no idea what He Yunxiao was up to, but he was used to it. This young master never did anything serious anyway; this time, looking for that willow-lined courtyard was probably another mistress's residence.
He Yunxiao sat comfortably in the carriage.
Although they hadn't made a specific appointment with Chu Xiaoxiao yesterday regarding what time to go to her house that evening, He Yunxiao didn't want to stand her up a second time after having done it once.
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