"Which point?"
"She's painting," the Prince of Jin said carefully, "But she's muttering something to herself, saying..."
"What?"
"She says her man can't be worse than Tangbao's man. Tangbao, isn't that you...?"
Tang Zhuyun: Sigh, what's so special about this?
There are countless more outrageous things they've said to each other.
How can you fall in love without fighting each other?
I think she's jealous of you.
A woman's jealousy is a terrible thing.
The Prince of Jin couldn't bring himself to say it, because he felt that saying it would be like praising himself...
Tang Zhuyun laughed heartily, "Stop talking, she's acting up again. Have you even seen her paintings?"
Prince of Jin: "I didn't see it, but her dog spotted it. Is that dog called Dog Meat?"
Despite being ugly and dull-witted, he is quite clever.
Tang Zhuyun said, "Yes, it can't be bad just for the Dog Meat."
Who would give a dog such a weird name?
There is only one Ren Yingying.
She should practically be called Ren Woxing a name implying someone who acts recklessly).
"I bet you a hundred taels of silver, she's definitely painting a man," Tang Zhuyun teased Prince of Jin. "Don't let her catch a glimpse of your stunning good looks, or she'll paint you into her masterpiece."
Prince of Jin: "..."
"She just loves drawing handsome men, and she likes pairing them up with other men."
The Prince of Jin asked in surprise, "Who are we pairing them up with?"
"Of course, it's a handsome man," Tang Zhuyun said. "She has done extensive research on people like Qingfeng."
The Prince of Jin got goosebumps all over his arms.
What a strange breed of woman she is.
Being fantasized about by her is definitely not a good thing.
The Prince of Jin was still unsure and asked Tang Zhuyun many more questions.
Tang Zhuyun was getting sleepy from his questions, and yawned as she said, "Don't worry, I won't be fooled. Even if she Ren Yingying, I could still sift out which bone was hers!"
Prince of Jin: "..."
"Alright, don't worry about her anymore. She can't take me away," Tang Zhuyun said. "But I'll have to help her if she gets into trouble in the future."
This is my best friend.
We have our own lives, with boundaries, but we also have an inseparable bond.
"No matter what, as long as she doesn't take you away," the Prince of Jin said, pulling her into his arms. "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel there's something strange about her and that dog."
The Prince of Jin couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong with that dog; but he always felt there was a hidden sharpness in its eyes.
Tang Zhuyun: "You're right, the dog isn't from this era."
Hearing that dogs could also travel through time, the Prince of Jin's doubts were somewhat relieved.
--Perhaps in their world, the relationship between humans and dogs is different?
The Prince of Jin suddenly said, "We won't keep dogs!"
Tang Zhuyun:???
Didn't he insist on keeping cats and dogs before, and when I disagreed, he got me a little tiger instead?
Everyone says women are fickle, but she thinks men are just as fickle.
"We won't raise them," the Prince of Jin repeated.
Tang Zhuyun nodded. "No, I'm pregnant, and I never intended to go through all that trouble."
Before the Prince of Jin could even catch his breath, she said, "If I want to pet a dog, I'll just go play with Dog Meat."
Prince of Jin: "..."
That dog is weird!
He always felt that the dog was full of bitterness and resentment; perhaps it was because he was fixated on appearances?
The Prince of Jin shook his head, trying hard not to think about those things.
As long as Tang Zhuyun was certain that the Lady Ren wouldn't harm her, the Prince of Jin could rest assured.
"When I told you about your situation, what did Xiao Pang say?"
The Prince of Jin said, "Xiao Pang said that she was originally settled in a manor not far from the Xiao Family, but later she disappeared. Perhaps going to that manor might yield some clues..."
His voice trembled with sadness when his birth mother was mentioned.
Tang Zhuyun leaned closer to him, taking his hand and placing it on her lower abdomen. "It feels like he's blowing bubbles inside my belly."
"Blowing bubbles?" Prince of Jin's eyes lit up. "Let me hear it."
He carefully pressed his cheek against Tang Zhuyun's lower abdomen...
It would be strange if you could even hear the sound.
But Tang Zhuyun liked him this way.
She was reluctant to part with him, and the Prince of Jin was saddened by the thought of his origins.
"Isn't it said that grandparents and grandchildren are closer?" Tang Zhuyun said softly, "Maybe when we go there, Mother will show up for the sake of her grandchildren."
Although he knew there were many flaws in his statement, Prince of Jin still nodded. "I didn't think that much about it. It's late, go to sleep early. Aren't you going to Prince of Min's Residence tomorrow?"
Thinking of her best friend, Tang Zhuyun was indeed very happy and said, "We still have so much to say to each other!"
After being apart for so long, won't the chatterbox still keep talking for three days and three nights?
The Prince of Jin said with some concern, "Let Nanxing go with you, but be careful of that dog."
Tang Zhuyun chided, "You can't treat Nanxing like a servant of the Prince's mansion, can you? By the way, do you know anyone in the Ministry of Rites?"
If possible, she also hoped that Nanxing would receive an imperial decree as soon as possible.
Putting aside other things, at least most of the time, I am the one being bowed to, rather than the one bowing to.
After hearing her words, the Prince of Jin said, "I will send someone to inform Huaishang tomorrow."
"Huaishang? What does he have to do with this?"
His grandfather has now been transferred to the Ministry of Rites as a vice minister.
Tang Zhuyun: "Sigh!"
Why are you sighing?
"Huaishang is a large and wealthy family, how can they be so stingy? If I were Madam Yao, I would be anxious too."
We're not poor, but my son is so stingy, what can I do?
The Prince of Jin laughed and said, "Look at how much you worry about him every day, do you think he'll stay single forever?"
At worst, he can arrange a marriage for Huaishang later; it's not a big deal.
Tang Zhuyun was speechless after hearing this.
Fine, it's all because she had too few people around her, allowing Song Jingyang to make the first move; and Nanxing was reserved by Pei Shen early on, so poor Huaishang was left out.
Tang Zhuyun had just fallen asleep when she heard someone outside calling for the Prince of Jin.
She tried to get up, but the Prince of Jin wouldn't let her. He covered her with the blanket and went out himself.
Tang Zhuyun was pregnant and felt sleepy, so she didn't get up and slept until dawn.
Eighth Master had basically adjusted to the time difference. Seeing Tang Zhuyun sit up inside the curtain, he called out in a loud voice, "Greetings to Mother Consort!"
Upon hearing the tone, Tang Zhuyun knew it was imitating Linlin.
"Linlin?" she called out tentatively.
Linlin agreed from outside.
Tang Zhuyun put on her coat and stood up, saying, "Come in quickly, it's so cold outside! I told you before, you don't need to pay your respects to me morning and evening..."
She's under a lot of pressure!
Linlin and Xiu'er came in together and stopped far away from her, afraid that their coldness would pass to her.
"My father said that you are going to see the Crown Princess today, and he wants me to accompany you."
Tang Zhuyun: "... That works too."
Let Ren Yingying see her exceptionally talented son!
Make her drool!
Hehe, Prince of Jin really understands her; he reminded her not to forget to show off.
Prince of Jin: I'm just worried that you're not smart enough, that you'll be sold out and still be counting the money for yourself. It's my son who has to worry about you.
Linlin is a child, which makes people let their guard down.
The current Linlin is more composed and mature, and adept at concealing her true abilities.
If his past brilliance made him stand out, he has now reached a new level, able to disguise himself as a normal child, only a bit dull.
Tang Zhuyun didn't understand these advancements, but Prince of Jin knew them perfectly well.
"Where did your father go?" Tang Zhuyun asked after wiping her face with a warm towel.