"There are so many people..."
Why did Nanzhu's wife say that?
There are bound to be a lot of people on the commercial street.
Wait a minute, this is what happened when Nanzhu's wife saw the guards when she left the palace... She spends most of her time in Linxuan Palace, she wouldn't be afraid of people, would she...?
Holy crap, Nanzhu's wife has social anxiety...
If you have social anxiety, why would you go to Jimu Street?!
No, when I first met Nanzhu, she wasn't like this. She was quick-witted and even used a sickle to scare people.
He Yunxiao pulled Meng Qingrou back into the car.
"Nam-joo, are you feeling better now?"
Seeing that she was still a little scared, He Yun lowered the curtain of the carriage.
The thin curtains blocked out the outside world, leaving only herself and He Yunxiao inside the carriage.
By this time, Meng Qingrou's fear had lessened considerably, and she had basically returned to normal.
He Yunxiao cautiously probed, "Nanzhu, are you... afraid of strangers?"
Meng Qingrou said confidently, "No."
Seeing her so confident, He Yunxiao thought the person who had been trembling with fear just now wasn't his wife, Nanzhu.
"If you're not scared, let's get off the bus."
"No, wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm not ready yet."
He Yunxiao waited a moment, then asked, "Is it ready?"
No, no.
He Yunxiao didn't want to make things difficult for his wife, Nanzhu. Although they had agreed to go shopping outside the palace, he didn't expect Nanzhu to run into trouble when facing many strangers.
Come to think of it, it makes sense. She lived in Linxuan Palace every day, a place that was sparsely populated and surrounded by familiar palace maids. Now, coming to a crowded street for the first time, it's normal for her to feel uncomfortable. It's like a pet cat being afraid when it first sees a big rat.
"Nam-joo, if it really doesn't work out, I'll take you back. We can try again another day in a less crowded place, okay?"
Meng Qingrou lifted a corner of the car window curtain and looked again at the bright sunlight outside and the bustling street.
She has always been strong.
"Brother Yunxiao...I want to try again..."
He Yunxiao originally wanted to refuse, but Nanzhu's wife called him "Brother Yunxiao" the best in the world!
I can't refuse this.
I really can't refuse this.
He Yunxiao lifted the curtain of the carriage door, found a wooden ladder, placed it in place, and then stood by the door waiting for her.
"Nam-joo, slow down, don't rush."
"Um."
Meng Qingrou stepped out of the car, her small hands still trembling as she gripped the door frame, just like last time. After a moment's preparation, she took a step onto the wooden stairs.
As if she had made significant progress through her own efforts, Meng Qingrou raised her head and looked at He Yunxiao with eager eyes. Her large eyes reflected He Yunxiao's image and the bustling street in the distance.
In He Yunxiao's eyes, Nanzhu looked like a child who had done a good deed and was waiting for encouragement.
This is a time when encouragement is essential.
"Good job, take one more step, down the stairs, slowly. Be good, slow down, don't rush. Hold on to me."
Under He Yunxiao's guidance, Meng Qingrou finally managed to climb the short three-step staircase step by step.
With her delicate embroidered shoes touching the ground, Meng Qingrou was completely separated from the carriage and entered the world outside the imperial palace in Yinjing City—a world belonging to ordinary people.
She was still very afraid, which could be seen from the fact that she stood close to He Yunxiao.
Meng Qingrou wasn't standing side-by-side with He Yunxiao, arm in arm. Instead, He Yunxiao was standing directly in front of her, and she stood to his side, turning slightly to use his body to block half of her own.
To put it more bluntly, she pressed the softest part of her body against He Yunxiao's arm for a sense of security. For example, her easily injured lower abdomen.
It's the same principle as when a cat or dog rolls onto its belly to show you affection.
He Yunxiao rubbed the little hand's fingertips against the palm of his large hand, and the little hand eagerly snuggled into the large hand's grasp. It even spread its fingers, waiting for the large hand to hold it.
Seeing that his wife, Nanzhu, had already taken such the initiative, He Yunxiao had no reason to be coy. However, before shaking hands, He Yunxiao still asked, "Nanzhu, I've 'healed' my wounds."
"Um."
With permission, He Yunxiao then separated his fingers, his rough thumb slipping between his delicate little fingers. They intertwined, their ten fingers locked together.
He Yunxiao looked at his wife, Nanzhu, who was nestled close to him, and said, "Why are you being so well-behaved today?"
Perhaps it was the sense of security that the handshake brought, but Meng Qingrou was no longer so afraid. Her emotions had calmed down somewhat, but there was no sign of her physical distance from him softening.
“Nam-joo is usually very obedient.”
He Yunxiao smiled and reminded her, "Now it's 'Zhang Lingrou,' my dear little sister."
"Okay. Rou'er understands."
Rou'er...
Tsk!
That sounds really good.
We used to just call it "South Sea Pearl." We need to change that from now on!
Calling her "Rou'er" is wonderful! It sounds nice, it's intimate, and it's fun.
"Ahem. Rou'er, shall we go buy 'Little Fatty's' brothers first?"
"Yes. This is Rou'er's first time going out today, so she'll listen to her brother."
Nan Zhu's wife kept calling him "Rou'er" and "brother".
He Yunxiao felt so good he was about to take off.
Especially now, with his wife Nanzhu walking close to him, he can not only hold her hand but also feel every soft spot on her body.
The arm felt like it was under his control, while the back of his hand rested against a soft, small belly. In his palm, he held a warm, delicate white hand.
He went to great lengths to take his wife, Nanzhu, out with him.
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