Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 329: The Emperor Has a Daughter Lost Outside
Qu Fulan ran out and fanned herself with her hand, as if that could dispel the heat on her face.
Although she’s seen and used it, that doesn’t mean she’s always at ease with it. She’ll definitely get a stye on her eye, she just will.
There was no wind inside the room, and her hand fanning was useless, so Qu Fulan had to run outside.
A few maidservants were surprised to see her. "Does the Young Madam need something?"
"It’s a bit hot inside, I’m just coming outside to get some air." Qu Fulan explained with feigned calmness.
"It’s chilly outside, Young Madam, be careful not to catch a cold." The maidservants were worried and wanted to fetch a coat for the Young Madam, but the Heir was inside, and they dared not go in without orders.
"I’ll just sit in the courtyard for a while, you all carry on with your tasks, no need to worry about me, I’ll go back inside in a bit." Qu Fulan said.
Only then did the four maidservants leave.
Qu Fulan hadn’t sat for long before she heard footsteps behind her, thinking the maidservants had returned, "Didn’t I say you didn’t have to worry about me? Why are you back?"
No one responded, she turned to look and saw Pei Ji’an coming out with a cloak in hand.
Qu Fulan had cooled down by now, but still felt a bit awkward seeing him, like a thief caught in the act, not daring to meet his eyes.
He said nothing, draping the cloak over her shoulders. She stood up to help him tie it, thoughtfully pulling her long hair out, the actions gentle with no sense of pulling.
The unease in Qu Fulan’s heart disappeared.
The night view of Lixiang Courtyard was beautiful.
Lanterns were hung everywhere.
The two walked along a narrow path, creating a romantic atmosphere of a stroll.
Qu Fulan happily counted her steps one by one, while he leisurely followed behind, also in a rare pleasant mood.
Back when he remodeled this Lixiang Courtyard, he had only been dissatisfied with the original decor, so he drew designs and hired workers to implement them. At that time, he was young and only thought about his own pleasure, never imagining the place he built would one day house another person, leaving traces of her everywhere.
This feeling was quite wonderful.
However wonderful, the night breeze was chilling, not suitable for a long stay outside.
A girl could easily catch a chill; by now, Qu Fulan’s hands had become cold. Pei Ji’an felt it when he took her hand and quickly pulled her into his embrace, wrapping her in his cloak.
Embracing him around the waist, Qu Fulan felt wrapped in warmth by his cloak, immediately dispelling the cold.
Finally, she got too lazy to walk, so he carried her home. Qu Fulan couldn’t resist giving him a kiss on the cheek as a reward for his hard work.
Once inside, they entered the warm pavilion and undressed for bed.
The floor furnace in the warm pavilion had already been lit, though it was just the beginning of winter, not yet time for it to burn all night, just enough to warm the room before bed, then turning off while sleeping.
So even in ancient times, the wealthy lived quite well, with ice in the summer and floor furnaces in the winter, aside from not being as convenient as modern air conditioning, it was pretty effective.
Qu Fulan turned comfortably on the bed, stretching lazily, when she heard his voice saying, "Earlier, I found your book at the foot of the table and put it on the table for you."
Qu Fulan was momentarily stunned, a book? The foot of the table?
Suddenly recalling something, her heart leapt to her throat, and she sat up with a start, "Where’s the book?"
Pei Ji’an, already stripped to just his inner clothes, walked toward the bedside, picking something up and tossing it onto the bed.
With a "smack," the book landed on the bed, and the cover couldn’t withstand such rough handling, retiring gloriously.
A brightly illustrated book appeared before them.
Qu Fulan: "..."
Pei Ji’an: "..."
He didn’t have the habit of snooping in others’ belongings. Even after spotting it earlier, he hadn’t opened it to see what kind of book it was, assuming it was a storybook and casually placing it on the table for her.
Now the book lay bare before them, fortuitously open to a vividly illustrated page.
"Lanlan..." Pei Ji’an said in disbelief.
"No, let me explain..." Qu Fulan was tearfully at a loss, quickly covering the book and using the cover to conceal it again.
Pei Ji’an had already reached the bedside, leaning over to hold down the book, preventing her from "destroying the evidence."
"Lanlan, we’re married, how many of these do you want to see that I can’t get for you? There’s no need for you to secretly borrow them from others to look at."
At this, Qu Fulan felt like dying, "If I said it was an accident, would you believe me?"
Pei Ji’an just sighed lightly, shaking his head, "No wonder others say women don’t mean what they say, that when they say they don’t want it, they actually do. It’s my fault for not grasping this truth earlier, actually thinking you meant it when you said no."
Qu Fulan truly found herself speechless and unable to explain.
Due to this mishap, that night she turned into a fish on a grill, being flipped and turned servilely.
Though hard to put into words, she couldn’t in good conscience say she didn’t enjoy it, though it was overly intense, making it hard to handle.
By the next day, she couldn’t get up, recalling the once-described scene in novels of going seven rounds in one night. Qu Fulan silently gave Pei Ji’an a new nickname in her heart: Qilang.
Ren Hua had said Pei Yuan couldn’t manage more than five times in a night, so how did it differ so with Pei Ji’an?
The Heir was very considerate, bringing clothes for his wife to wear. The small item resembling an eye mask was hooked in his hand, surprising him for a moment upon learning its intended use.
No wonder she blushed so fiercely when he had mistaken it for an eye mask. The Heir didn’t find it shameful for having misunderstood back then, instead finding its purpose intriguing.
Indeed, it was a great item with blood-stirring effects.
Once Qu Fulan was dressed and ready to go eat, Pei Ji’an leaned in to whisper by her ear, "Actually, you don’t need to wear padded ones..."
Qu Fulan’s face flushed crimson, tempted to throw the soup before her right at his face!
In the end, she could only kick him under the table, Pei Ji’an cooperated with an "ah," saying, "Wife, please have mercy."
It drew the maidservants’ attention, leaving Qu Fulan very embarrassed, hurriedly piling food onto his plate to shut him up.
However, before they could finish their meal, a servant came to report that King Jie was gravely ill, and the emperor urgently summoned him.
Pei Ji’an left, resuming a busy life of coming and going mysteriously, a lifestyle that persisted until the end of the month.
At the month’s end, two things happened that brought relief to Qu Fulan.
One was the auction’s great success, and the other was the bookstore’s monthly "The Best Storybook" issue, sparking even more fervent subscriptions.
Meanwhile, Pei Ji’an remained absent, until a few days later, when Qu Fulan, wearing a veil hat, went to buy things in the city, and the Imperial Army suddenly appeared, clearing the bustling street.
Everyone was baffled, unaware of what was happening, though Qu Fulan, unaffected in the shop, was curious as to what required such a large presence of the Imperial Army.
Among the crowd pushed to the sides, someone remarked, "I heard the emperor has a daughter who was lost outside and has now been brought back, personally escorted by Heir Pei and Prince Xiao."
