Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 396 - 395: Worried You’ll Be Cold
Feng Liuli knew that this couple was about to start arguing again. She gently held a cup of tea and took a small sip, quietly picking up a sunflower seed and cracking it open, watching the scene like a play.
Clearly.
It had become routine...
Even a wise official has difficulty resolving family disputes. The couple’s little quarrels were ignored by Xun Yin, who picked up a piece of pastry, took a small bite, and savored it slowly with the tea.
When Ye heard her husband mention Vice Minister Li and Dingyuan Marquis, she was furious: "Vice Minister Li’s son already has five concubines, and I’ve heard he has many pretty confidantes. If Ah Zhi were to marry him, how peaceful could the backyard be? And as for the eldest son of the Dingyuan Marquis family, he’s good, but..."
She paused and said, "But he’s seven years older than Ah Zhi, this, this..."
In the end, she snorted, turned her head away, and said no more.
Ye was displeased that the eldest son of the Dingyuan Marquis family was too much older than her youngest daughter; marrying her daughter to him would wrong her.
Ye Yuan, sweating profusely, said stiffly, "Then Ah Zhi’s marriage matters are up to you. I won’t bother anymore."
Having said that, he also turned away, seemingly sulking.
Ye wouldn’t let him have his way, using this as a reason to scold him again: "I knew you didn’t care about your daughter’s lifelong happiness, and I was right."
Ye Yuan capitulated, deciding not to discuss this matter with her anymore, and lowered his tone: "It’s all up to you. Ah Ling has a good eye for people, and as your husband, I naturally trust you."
In truth, you can’t blame Ye for being so worried. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Her eldest daughter, Ye Fu, married the Fourth Prince, Prince Jin, a match made in heaven with both talent and beauty. However, Prince Jin’s eyes were covered in fat, and he favored his concubine Ling Rong over his main wife. Shortly after his main wife gave birth to a son, he took the concubine to the southern city of Hu City, which is Ling Rong’s hometown.
Prince Jin, being the biological brother of the current Emperor Jingping and a true royal noble, favored his concubine, leaving the Minister’s Mansion with no recourse but to lament their eldest daughter’s misfortune.
Fortunately, in the past two years, Fu’er has been living well with Xiao Ah Che.
Moreover, Ye occasionally visits with her youngest daughter, which makes life a little more comfortable.
Ye’s greatest fear is that Ah Zhi will tread the same path as Fu’er, making her all the more cautious in choosing a son-in-law.
Outside, the sound of fireworks bursting was unending.
On the other side.
Ye Zhi and Shen Chen ran out to an open area to watch the fireworks. The wind and snow had stopped for a while, and the snow on the ground wasn’t too thick.
The fireworks in the sky bloomed like radiant flowers, lighting up the dark night.
Mixed in with the sound of fireworks were firecrackers, full of the flavor of the New Year.
Ye Zhi wore a red cape embroidered with begonias and lined with purple mink fur, which was very effective against the cold, making her feel warm all over. In her hands, she held a silver-plated Hundred Flowers incense ball hand warmer, so even out on the snowy grounds, she didn’t feel the cold seeping into her bones. Feeling unsatisfied with watching from the small courtyard, she suggested, "Xiao Chen, why don’t we go to a higher place to watch?"
Shen Chen, his expression indifferent, replied, "Alright, as you wish."
Today, he was wearing a lake-green silk brocade facing lapel robe, with his long hair half tied up with a jade crown, and wasn’t wearing any cape or cloak.
Ye Zhi, worried he might be cold, said, "I’ll wait for you here. You quickly go back to the courtyard to get some clothes."
Shen Chen’s long, narrow eyes half-squinted: "No need, I’m not cold." Did he look like he was cold?
The internal cultivation method Shen Chen practiced with the Old State Preceptor included techniques to ward off cold using inner strength, making him much more resistant to cold than ordinary people. The lake-green silk brocade facing lapel robe he wore today was already sufficient warmth even without extra clothing.
Without him telling her, how would Ye Zhi know he practiced any kind of cultivation method? She continued to persuade him.
"The snow may have stopped, but the chill remains. Don’t try to be brave. I’ll wait for you here; quickly go to the courtyard to get some clothes. If you delay, the fireworks will end."
