Caldea Put to the Test (1/2)
All along, Wen Xian had cast aside the dignity of a princess, yet her husband still clung to the humility of an imperial son-in-law. How could the two of them possibly make a life together?
She could not voice these feelings to a baby and could only respond with silence. Ying'er did not dare speculate recklessly either, and the carriage soon fell quiet and desolate again.
"No outsiders have ever entered the place where the food is prepared apart from our people. Could there be a traitor among us?" Fanchi Xuesa said grimly.
Wuya Lanqi had reported them again—her again? Just how many spies had she planted here? Was every move he made under her watchful eye?
"Begin," the madam ordered. Then she climbed down from a chair, pulled out a handkerchief, and began fanning herself.
"Then please come into the stables with this princess and choose a horse, Young Madam Yun." Xuanyuan Ying spoke coldly before walking toward the stables.
What neither of them knew was that this time, rather than magnifying their respective children's faults, they had both covered them up.
Lanqi was thoroughly satisfied, and a weight lifted from her heart. Now the two could speak affectionately, but if she dwelled on whether Noble Lady Ping's child was of imperial blood or a bastard, they would likely quarrel, perhaps even part on bad terms. The torn wound would never heal for the rest of their lives. She did not want things to reach that point.
I sighed, feeling that I had truly forced him too much. Just as I was about to tell him to go out and eat, Musa had already dipped the ladle into the tomato and egg soup and filled a bowl to the brim.
Having a son