Jiang Yanchuan drew a deep breath and continued reminiscing about the past.
"Back then, when I slipped into Changlan wounded, you took what little silver you had and begged the medicine shop's owner to prescribe something for me."
And then he gleefully told the shopkeeper that his little wife was bedridden at home, and he was terribly worried too.
"..." Jiang Yanchuan closed his eyes. "Later, when the silver ran out, you went from door to door begging for food..."
And then he told everyone his little wife was gravely ill and bedridden, and needed something tasty to build up her strength.
The hand Jiang Yanchuan held his cup with gave an almost imperceptible tremble. "It was the height of summer then, and you..."
Went to a pawnshop and pawned the jade pendant he carried, trading it for a little dress so he could put his little wife in pretty clothes.
Seeing that Jiang Yanchuan really was reminiscing, Sheng Wenli relaxed completely. "It was nothing."
Jiang Yanchuan said, "Get out."
Sheng Wenli: "..."
Sheng Wenli: "???"
What was that about?!
Had that Jiang fellow been a little too mercurial lately?!
After the banquet ended, Sheng Wenli warmly invited the little one to visit the Banquet Guesthouse where they were staying.
His efforts to lure her over left his mouth parched, but once translated inside the little one's head, all that remained was-
Go out and play?
Jiang Yingcheng's sleepy eyes instantly lit up. When she looked up at her beautiful imperial father, the yearning in her eyes was almost tangible.
Jiang Yanchuan: "..."
"Don't misunderstand," Sheng Wenli hastily added upon seeing Jiang Yanchuan's hesitation. "Given our relationship, I ought to buy the child a few greeting gifts."
"Greeting gifts?"
The question carried a wealth of meaning, but Sheng Wenli failed