They really are Tang Zhuzi; I love beads.
I finally gave her a gift she liked. I'm sure she'll be even happier when she receives the second one.
Watching Tang Zhuyun happily playing with the pearls, Prince of Jin suddenly felt that he had grasped the point.
Why bother with consummating the marriage? Her happiness wouldn't be so superficial!
"After I leave, everything in the palace will be under your management," said Prince of Jin.
"Oh." Pearls are so soothing!
After thinking it over, the Prince of Jin realized that his statement might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, so he said, "While I'm here, I'm still under your jurisdiction!"
That way, she won't keep thinking about getting him killed.
"Oh." What are these pearls for?
"This isn't the case in other mansions; but this is the rule in our mansion."
"Oh." It's heartbreaking to ruin even one hole.
"Tang Zhuyun!"
His passionate efforts were wasted, and the Prince of Jin was enraged.
"Hey!" Tang Zhuyun said, "Keep your voice down, the children are asleep. What did you just say?"
The Prince of Jin has withered away.
"Take whatever you like from the mansion and move it to your own room," he said through gritted teeth. "You can also make any changes you want."
"I know about this; you mentioned it before," Tang Zhuyun said. "But after the burial, I need to move back home, so let's not go through the hassle. It's safer to keep it in the storeroom."
"If Zong Heng..."
What will you do if their attitude towards you changes?
But it's a little difficult to say these words aloud.
While Prince of Jin hesitated, Tang Zhuyun said, "If he dares to come to my door, I dare to scold him. Anyway, I still have the Emperor as my protector. The Emperor is counting on me to treat his illness!"
The same logic applies to others.
In their eyes, no matter what, the Emperor would always side with her, for reasons unknown, which was incredibly frustrating!
At the same time, Song Jingyang was talking to Xiu'er.
"Think again, is there anything else we need to prepare as betrothal gifts?"
Xiu'er yawned. "Song Jingyang, can you get out of here right now! I want to sleep, what are you doing lingering here! I've already told you about the spittoon, what else can I say?"
Song Jingyang seemed to have a strange urge tonight, staying at her place and asking her about the dowry required for marriage in her hometown.
How could Xiu'er know?
Song Jingyang patiently guided her, letting her think it over slowly, as if she were about to get married.
Xiu'er could no longer tolerate it and finally scolded him.
Song Jingyang sighed and walked to the window, opening it for the hundred and first time. Two figures standing in the main room were projected onto the window paper as two parallel lines, clearly separated by a table.
Your Highness, you promised to consummate the marriage, what are you doing, talking nonsense?
Forget it, I'm not waiting anymore. Waiting will only bring loneliness.
These two are all talk and no action. One made him wait until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled to stay in bed; the other made him wait until the end of time to consummate the marriage. You two are truly a match made in heaven.
I'm tired, really tired.
Tang Zhuyun gave a long list of things to prepare, then climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and fell fast asleep.
So much happened during the day, she was exhausted.
The Prince of Jin, however, could not sleep.
It wasn't because he failed, but because he couldn't bear to give it up.
It wasn't until it was time to leave that I realized he had gotten used to the four of them being together.
Tang Zhuyun gave him a home he had longed for.
He didn't want to leave.
He was slow to realize things and emotionally oblivious, but now he understands. The little siren who stumbled into his life has become his sweet treat, and he can no longer bear to let her go.
He had drunk countless bitter things and had become so used to them that he no longer found them bitter; but after drinking sweet water, he no longer wanted to endure bitterness.
The Prince of Jin didn't know how long he had been lying there, but he became increasingly lucid.
He quietly got up, went to the kang (a heated brick bed), bent down, and, by the dim light from the corner of the wall— Jiaojiao would whine if she wasn't given light at night, so today he was using the little tiger's light— the Prince of Jin greedily traced Tang Zhuyun's eyebrows, her delicate nose, and her red lips with his gaze...
How I wish I could shrink her down, put her in my purse, and take her with me wherever I go.
When you're young, you don't understand love; when you do, it's already ingrained in your bones.
"Awoo--" Jiaojiao jumped onto Tang Zhuyun's chest from who knows where, staring at the Prince of Jin with her two round eyes.
Prince of Jin: "..."
Just as he was about to get up, Tang Zhuyun yawned, raised her hand, and slapped him on the chin with a "smack".
Tang Zhuyun instantly regained her senses.
She opened her eyes, looked at Prince of Jin standing by the kang (heated brick bed) rubbing his chin after a moment of confusion, and asked blankly, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Could the Prince of Jin admit that he was secretly watching her?
cannot.
Jiaojiao even yelled "Awooo! Awooo!" at Prince of Jin, "Mother, this naughty thing is going to take liberties with you!"
Tang Zhuyun rubbed its head and said with a laugh, "Why aren't you sleeping? What are you doing bothering your mother? Come on, let's cover ourselves with the blanket."
As she spoke, she scooped Jiaojiao into the bed and covered her with the blanket.
Prince of Jin: That's a male, a male...
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Tang Zhuyun asked again when she didn't get an answer.
Prince of Jin: "I... I can't bear to part with my child."
Tang Zhuyun chuckled. "Then what are you doing standing here? I don't need a father."
Just as the Prince of Jin was about to scold someone, he heard her say, "Why don't you sleep on the kang (heated brick bed)?"
The Prince of Jin blushed instantly. "That's... not a good idea."
"What's wrong with it?" Tang Zhuyun said nonchalantly, "Are you coming or not?"
The Prince of Jin blushed even more. Was he really that wild?
It turns out he was too conservative! It's just a pity he realized it too late.
"Come!"
I absolutely have to come; a real man can't refuse!
Then he saw Tang Zhuyun carrying Jiaojiao as she got up. "Alright, I'll go sleep on the couch then."
Prince of Jin: "..."
So it meant exchanging positions?
The Prince of Jin was filled with sorrow.
But when he actually slept in her warm and cozy bed, with the scent of her soap still lingering on his pillow, Prince of Jin was satisfied again.
He'll be back soon!
Prince of Jin slept for a short while, then got up, took the things Tang Zhuyun had prepared for him, and went out.
He didn't want them to see him off; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.
When he comes, she should greet him happily with the children; when he leaves, she should not see him off for miles, but rather return home soon with longing in her heart.
Of course, there was also a throbbing bruise on his chin.
Tang Zhuyun really didn't hold back when she attacked.
When Tang Zhuyun woke up, she discovered that the Prince of Jin had already left without a sound.
Both Zidu had woken up and were sitting listlessly on the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Father will be back soon," Tang Zhuyun comforted them with a smile. "Let's do our things, and Father will go and do his things, right, Yanran?"
She winked at Linlin, who was also her father.
"Oh no, oh no!" Xiu'er rushed into the courtyard and called out from outside the door, "Your Highness, please get up quickly!"
"What's wrong? Zong Heng is here again?"
"It's not Zong Heng, it's just that a lot of people from outside have come."
Who's here?