When Xing'er said, "Your Highness invites you in," He Yunxiao was momentarily stunned.
In his memory, given Nanzhu's personality, she would never forgive him so easily.
He Yunxiao had considered that, given Nan Zhu's wife's personality, she would definitely not want him to be out in the cold wind. However, she wouldn't forgive him just because she didn't want him to. The most likely thing she would do was send him away. The next most likely thing she would do was bring him a stove or invite him into the courtyard instead of the hall.
Such an act of directly inviting oneself into the temple is something that Nanzhu's wife would never do.
Although He Yunxiao had his doubts, he still believed Xing'er's words.
So the only possibility is that Xing'er spoke up for him. So he said, "Thank you, Miss Xing'er, for speaking up for me in front of Nanzhu."
Xing'er smiled and said, "Young Master He, there's no need to thank me. I didn't say anything good about you. I was just telling His Highness the truth as you instructed."
He Yunxiao said, "Miss Xing'er's willingness to speak the truth in front of Nanzhu is a great help to me, and she deserves my gratitude."
Xing'er already had a good impression of He Yunxiao, and now that He Yunxiao was so polite and even thanked her despite the difference in their social status, she valued him even more.
Young Master He has the demeanor of a true gentleman and is worthy of my Highness.
Xing'er, holding a lantern, led the way and said, "Young Master He, let's go."
The two walked one after the other across the desolate, overgrown courtyard of Linxuan Palace, past Nanzhu's medicinal garden, and arrived at the front of the palace.
Although the lights in Linxuan Palace were dim late at night, the palace maids and eunuchs who were on duty were all waiting in front of the hall in a rather solemn manner.
When He Yunxiao arrived, they curtsied and greeted him in unison, "Young Master He."
The last time He Yunxiao brought Li Jin, swaggering over, I've never seen such a reception.
"Miss Xing'er, this is..."
Xing'er smiled and said, "They are gifts to thank you for them."
He Yunxiao suddenly realized, and returned the greeting, saying, "Your Highness Nanzhu, please take good care of me in the future."
The palace maids exchanged glances and covered their mouths to chuckle.
They all replied, "Yes."
After waiting a while, and until Xing'er led He Yunxiao into the palace, they began to have a lively discussion.
“We are here to serve His Highness, and he still tells us to go to so much trouble.”
“I think he should have said it like this: ‘Please take good care of my family’s South Sea pearls from now on!’”
"Does that mean she's now considered a wife?"
"Then who will be in charge of Linxuan Palace from now on?"
"Hehe, naturally, whoever is on top gets to decide."
"Alright! You're asking for it!"
"He's the eldest son of a marquis! He's no less capable than our prince."
"He is indeed very suitable for Your Highness, at least judging from his appearance."
"When Your Highness marries into the Marquis's household in the future, will we be included in the dowry?"
"Possibly."
...
He Yunxiao was led by Xing'er to the reception area of Linxuan Palace.
It wasn't really a place to entertain guests, because the room was quite empty and didn't look like a place to entertain guests at all. Apart from a table and a candlestick, there was nothing else.
Its location is quite clever, right next to the Nanzhu dormitory.
Linxuan Palace is actually quite large, but few people live there, so there are many such rooms.
However, this house was both useless and close to Nanzhu's bedroom, and it was so clean that it looked like it had just been cleaned, which was quite rare.
Upon arriving at this point, Xing'er said, "Young master, please wait here a moment. I will go and fetch my prince."
He then excused himself and hurriedly left.
He Yunxiao had no doubts and agreed, then sat there.
He even started circulating his internal energy again and began practicing martial arts during his free time.
After practicing for a while, they heard another series of hurried footsteps.
The footsteps sounded familiar, and they were light and quick; they must have been a woman's footsteps. It must have been Xing'er, who had rushed out earlier, returning.
For a moment, He Yunxiao thought it was Nan Zhu's wife, but he quickly dismissed the idea. After all, Nan Zhu's wife was angry with him, and quite angry at that. Although she had agreed to come, why would she rush over to see him like this?
Since Xing'er had arrived, and was in such a hurry, He Yunxiao simply gave up practicing martial arts and got up to open the door for her.
"apricot……"
Before He Yunxiao could finish speaking, the figure that made him feel guilty, that he thought about day and night, and that he couldn't let go of suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
Nanzhu's wife!
Meng Qingrou carried the hot medicine and walked quickly, completely unaware of what was happening inside the house by the roadside.
He Yunxiao opened the door and watched Nan Zhu's wife's retreating figure, instinctively calling out, "Nan Zhu..."
Meng Qingrou, who had been walking briskly, slowed down after hearing He Yunxiao's voice. She took two small steps forward and stopped in place.
They stood there, back to back, frozen in place.
He Yunxiao's originally calm mind became flustered after seeing Nan Zhu again.
He repeatedly and meaninglessly pondered some very small questions.
What expression should I use? How should I talk to her? Is she still angry? What should I do if she kicks me out again?
"Nam-joo...long time no see...well, not really, we just met yesterday...I made you angry yesterday...I promise, I promise I'll never lie to you again..."
Meng Qingrou had her back to He Yunxiao, her face slightly flushed, whether from walking quickly or from nervousness, it was hard to tell.
She held the steaming hot medicine, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath of cold air.
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