On the palace path, Princess Luyang held Fu Niang's hand and walked with a spring in her step.
Fu Niang kept looking back at Wei Zi's scarlet figure as she lowered her voice.
"Luyang, isn't this a little improper?
Grandpa always says that His Highness the Crown Prince has yet to begin formal public study, and an Outer Court Official shouldn't casually...""
Before she could finish, Princess Luyang stopped and turned around.
"Lu..."
Fu Niang had not finished speaking when Luyang gently cupped her still slightly baby-plump cheeks in both hands and squeezed them together.
Little Fu Niang became a sticky rice dumpling~
"Lu... Luyang..." With her face held like that, Fu Niang could no longer speak clearly.
Princess Luyang looked at her and burst into a giggle.
"My silly Fu Niang."
As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, touched the tip of her nose to Fu Niang's, then stepped half a pace back.
"Is that husband of yours an ordinary Outer Court Official?"
He's someone who dares call even my imperial father 'Ruler-Father' to his face.
You didn't see how he looked just now...
When I told him to go find my imperial brother, he was clearly startled inside, yet not so much as an eyebrow moved."
Luyang paused, then linked arms with Fu Niang and continued walking.
"Someone like him would be only too eager to take a look at that brother of mine who talks so woodenly."
After being affectionately "bullied" by her,
Fu Niang finally recovered, rubbed her slightly reddened cheeks, and muttered,
"He isn't wooden..."
"All right, all right, he isn't." Without looking back, Princess Luyang laughed and pulled her along.
"Look at you, worrying about him before you've even married him.
Relax. I know where to draw the line. My imperial brother is merely