When Tang Zhuyun saw Xiu'er and Song Jingyang the next day, she couldn't help but laugh.
Xiu'er was no different from usual, but Song Jingyang followed with a flushed face, his eyes showing the shyness of a young wife.
What happened?
Xiu'er was actually pretending to be calm, but she was actually very worried about being teased.
"Your Majesty, aren't you going to see the Emperor? Is there anything you need to tell Song Jingyang?"
Tang Zhuyun: "Oh my, things are so different now that we're married. Song Jingyang doesn't dare to breathe loudly."
Song Jingyang: "Hehehe."
Xiu'er: "Your Majesty, please get to the important matter!"
Tang Zhuyun smiled and asked, "Did you go to pay your respects to your mother-in-law?"
"... not yet."
She had to meet her master before she could acknowledge her relatives.
Forget about rules; she sets her own rules.
Xiu'er was actually eager to come, wanting Tang Zhuyun to know that she was doing well.
Some things are better left unsaid; they can only be understood intuitively.
"Go ahead and have lunch with Nanny Jing before you come back."
"Good."
After Xiu'er and Song Jingyang left, Tang Zhuyun asked Nanxing with a grin, "Did you eavesdrop last night?"
Nanxing: "No."
Last night, she was too busy eating radishes to have time.
Besides, what's so good about this?
Aren't we all the same?
Tang Zhuyun said regretfully, "I went looking for you, but I couldn't find you. I thought you went by yourself and didn't wait for me!"
Nanxing: "... Does Your Highness have something to discuss with me?"
Let's eavesdrop together.
Nanxing: "..."
She couldn't respond to that.
She had a vague feeling that Tang Zhuyun seemed to be in a good mood.
What happened?
Nanxing couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, is there any good news from the Prince?"
Tang Zhuyun: "Am I that obvious?"
"They're all on their faces."
Tang Zhuyun immediately adopted a serious expression. "Will this work?"
"Still..."
"Very what?"
"Rippling..."
"Rippling?"
What kind of adjective is this?
It took Tang Zhuyun a moment to realize what was happening; her heart was fluttering with romantic feelings!
Well, Nanxing, you've finally gotten to beating around the bush!
"Perhaps a little," Tang Zhuyun said, "The Prince is returning to his residence today."
Nanxing's eyes widened instantly. "The Emperor has forgiven the Prince?"
"No, it's temporary," Tang Zhuyun said.
Nanxing: Is this even possible?
This prison sentence is far too sloppy.
Tang Zhuyun said, "My elder brother told me last night. He said that the Court of Judicial Review is currently trying another case involving the Prince, and the Prince needs to return to the manor to prove his innocence."
Nanxing was completely confused.
Tang Zhuyun explained, "The prince has been falsely accused of accepting bribes, so both parties are required to come to the prince's residence for a confrontation."
Since one side insists the item was delivered to the Prince's residence, while the other side insists it was confiscated, let's have a "live" debate to see who's who.
Nanxing found it somewhat eerie.
The empress had just said she wanted to see the prince, and suddenly someone brought her a pillow while she was dozing off?
As expected, Tang Zhuyun said, "It was the prince's idea; he didn't want me to go to the imperial prison."
Alright, he directed and acted out the whole thing, and even asked his father-in-law to cooperate. The prince is indeed quite capable.
Tang Zhuyun continued, "Actually, I won't be staying in the manor for long, but I'll have had enough time to talk."
Nanxing thought to herself, "Perhaps that's enough to get things done."
Although she hadn't overheard anything from the corner of the wall last night, she still habitually went to talk to Xiu'er after coming back from eating radishes.
After the intense moments, she always felt empty inside; she needed Xiu'er.
However, when she got to Xiu'er's place, she realized it was her wedding night with Song Jingyang.
Nanxing had excellent hearing and overheard Song Jingyang "mocking" the prince, saying that the prince was no good...
Nanxing thought this was very illogical.
Why is it that the tall and robust prince is no good, while the pale and sickly-looking Pei Shen is no bad at all?
Last night, after the storm had passed, Pei Shen lay beside her, fiddling with a lock of her hair, and said, "Vermilion Bird, do you know how much I wanted to turn you into a jade pendant or a handkerchief, so I could carry you with me."
Nanxing said expressionlessly, "Do you know how much I want to turn you into a dog?"
Pei Shen laughed, "What position do you want?"
Nanxing: "No, I want to castrate you."
Pei Shen laughed uncontrollably.
"Vermilion Bird, I really like you."
"Or maybe you're attracted to men. You could give it a try; you might discover a whole new world."
Really, there's no need to use her to comfort myself and convince myself that I'm sexually normal.
Pei Shen laughed so hard he coughed, "Cough cough cough... You know your weaknesses... I have no hope of ever getting revenge on you in this lifetime."
"I don't have breasts, but I have a butt."
Pei Shen laughed like a fool.
"Vermilion Bird, you weren't like this before. But I like you better now."
When the two of them were together, she carried a heavy burden of guilt.
But this time, it's not.
"Is that so?" Nanxing said after hearing his explanation, "This time, perhaps, he's carrying a heavy burden of calculation."
She lay on the edge of the bed, with Pei Shen inside.
Now she inexplicably has a craving for sunflower seeds.
It would be nice if there was a plate of sunflower seeds by the bedside.
We've all caught the Xiu'er -off" vibe; it seems like chatting and bantering like this isn't complete without sunflower seeds.
Pei Shen buried his face in her collarbone, his warm breath washing over her.
"Go ahead and plan," he said, "I'm willing."
You said you were willing to die by my sword.
"I really do want to, it's you who can't bear to part with me."
Nanxing remained silent.
"Little Birdie, there are other ways to kill a man."
As they were talking, Pei Shen rolled over and pinned her down.
Here we go again...
Now, thinking back on all this, Nanxing suddenly wondered if Pei Shen had cheated.
How could his thin, chick-like body contain such immense energy?
In short, I don't quite understand.
Nanxing felt that she didn't understand women, nor could she understand men; perhaps she was the third type of person.
Tang Zhuyun was thinking about what she would say to Prince of Jin when he returned. After all, time was short, and she didn't notice Nanxing's absent-mindedness.
Nanxing suddenly asked, "Your Highness, how's the progress on your promise to find someone to speak on behalf of the Prince?"
Tang Zhuyun said, "I asked about it the day before yesterday, but there's still no progress. But such a big matter is bound to cause some hesitation and consideration, which is only natural."
This is pretty much the same as taking sides, isn't it?
"Then let's wait and see," Nanxing said. "Perhaps there's some hope with Qin Sang as well."
"Hmm, I'll ask the prince about it."
Tang Zhuyun stood up and said, "He didn't say when he'd be back. I'll go make some of the Prince's favorite dishes first."
"Yes, I'll keep you company."
Nanxing now rarely leaves Tang Zhuyun's courtyard; she stays there most of the time.
A little while later, Yanran also got up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and asked, "Mother, Xiu'er arrived?"
"I was here, but I went to Nanny Jing's place now!"
Yanran: "Why didn't you call me? No, I have to go get the red envelope!"
The newlyweds are supposed to give the child a red envelope on the second day, and she can't be left out.