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“Feng Yinxiao, don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who casually pours out my troubles,” Yun Yun Kexin gently smiled while holding Feng Yinxiao's arm. “Besides, I haven't suffered at all; my husband treats me as his own, and I am truly content.”
Feng Yinxiao, feeling touched, hugged Yun Yun Kexin tightly and kissed her hair and cheek.
“Thank you, Yun Kexin. Actually, what angers me the most is Miao Yu,” he said, lifting her chin to look into her eyes. “If the relatives in the household were cold due to unfamiliarity, I could tolerate it, but Miao Yu is just a servant; what right does she have to treat her master like that—”
“Miao Yu is just not very talkative; she hasn't been rude to me,” Yun Yun Kexin reassured Feng Yinxiao, calming his agitated heart. “Please don't take it to heart.”
“How can I not care?” Feng Yinxiao replied irritably. “If it weren't for the fact that she was my mother's favorite maid before she passed and my father trusts her, I would really want to kick her out of the Yan Guogong residence.” He paused for a moment and muttered in frustration, “Miao Yu is really strange. Before Yun Kexin came in, she was behaving well; even during our wedding, she helped with everything wholeheartedly. But after the second day, she suddenly became cold.”
Yun Yun Kexin was taken aback and asked in confusion, “Are you saying that Miao Yu only changed her attitude after our wedding?”
“Yes,” Feng Yinxiao mumbled. “I really don't understand what she's thinking…”
Yun Yun Kexin pondered: What could have caused Miao Yu to become distant? She hadn't noticed any signs that Miao Yu liked Feng Yinxiao, so the issue must have arisen during the time from when she entered after the wedding until the second day; something must have happened.
“Yun Kexin, what are you thinking about?” Feng Yinxiao noticed Yun Yun Kexin lost in thought and shook her shoulder.
“Oh, nothing,” Yun Yun Kexin snapped back to reality and smiled. “Husband, you should rest now; you’re tired…”
Two days later in the morning, Feng Yinxiao and Yun Yun Kexin went to the Main Hall to greet Feng Hongrui and Zhuo Min. Yun Ke arrived to take Yun Yun Kexin back home.
Feng Hongrui warmly welcomed Yun Ke and chatted with him for a while, asking about the recent happenings at the Duke of E's residence. After Yun Ke answered each question, he let them leave and reminded them to send his regards to Second Madam Yue Clan.
It was October; the mornings and evenings were cool while the afternoons were hot, especially in the capital. At this time of day, it was already mid-morning with the sun blazing down on the earth. Everyone carried umbrellas or wore straw hats. Xianling, Xianying, and Xianyue took turns shading Yun Yun Kexin, who was sweating profusely. It wasn't until they passed through a long covered walkway that they felt a bit cooler, but they were still panting—because Yun Yun Kexin was taller than all three maids combined, holding an umbrella was quite a challenge.
Yun Kexin was just about to let them take a break and could manage the umbrella herself, but unexpectedly, Feng Yinxiao stepped closer to Shanyue and calmly said, "I'll do it."
Before Shanyue could refuse, the umbrella was already in Feng Yinxiao's hands. Yun Kexin hadn't reacted yet when he had already draped his shoulder over hers and started walking forward. Ma Minghao, who was holding the umbrella for Feng Yinxiao, took a moment to regain his senses before chasing after them.
Yun Kexin's head barely reached above Feng Yinxiao's shoulder; if she leaned slightly, she would bump into his chin. At that moment, they would quickly exchange glances and smile at each other as they continued walking. Sometimes he would even take out a handkerchief and silently wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead.
Rebirth—Yun Kexin had never imagined that any man would cherish her so tenderly, nor did she dare to hope for such a warm and beautiful moment to happen to her. She had seen through the world, yet the world still favored her. Lost in thought, Yun Kexin allowed Feng Yinxiao to guide her to the carriage at the entrance of the residence.
Feng Yinxiao spoke little, but his actions were always much quicker than others. Just as three maidservants were about to step forward to assist Yun Kexin onto the carriage, Feng Yinxiao had already instructed the coachman to move the seat under the carriage and said, "Yun Kexin, hurry up and get in the carriage. I'm worried you might get heatstroke; there are ice blocks inside to keep it cool."
Large beads of sweat slid down from Feng Yinxiao's cheeks. Yun Kexin took out a light pink handkerchief to wipe him down before bending down to enter the carriage. Feng Yinxiao handed the umbrella to Ma Minghao and also got into the carriage. Shansheng, Shanying, and Shanyue giggled mischievously as they climbed into the carriage behind them.
Yun Ke, who had been silent all this time, was taken aback by this scene: he was one of the witnesses between Young Lord and Seventh Sister. He knew a thing or two about how protective he was of his sister, but he had never seen such attentive care as what he witnessed today. He had known Young Lord longer than Seventh Sister and understood his aloof nature; court officials rarely dared to approach him, let alone play matchmaker. Initially, he had worried that Young Lord and Seventh Sister wouldn't develop well together; even if they married, it would be difficult for them to get along. However, what he saw today greatly exceeded his expectations.
Yun Ke smiled with relief and jumped onto the Yun family's carriage.
The carriage was indeed much cooler with ice blocks inside, resembling a pleasant spring temperature that dispelled the heat and restlessness in people's hearts, bringing a sense of calmness. However, Feng Yinxiao was a manly figure; even sitting in the carriage made him sweat. Yun Kexin took out a semi-transparent wooden fan she had prepared before leaving and fanned him gently. Feng Yinxiao smiled slightly:
"Your hand must be tired; let me take over." He reached out for the fan.
Yun Kexin wouldn't allow it and laughed, "How can my hand be tired so soon? I've just started fanning."
Feng Yinxiao didn't insist; he closed his eyes against the backrest and enjoyed the gentle coolness of the breeze. Suddenly, he caught a faint fragrance wafting from the fan's breeze, which reminded him of the begonia flowers and purple jasmine from the Earl of E's residence—delicate floral scents that were refreshing yet not overpowering.
"Yun Kexin, where does this fragrance come from?" Feng Yinxiao opened his eyes and turned towards Yun Kexin with a smile. "I remember there are only trees along this path without any blooming flowers."
"Before I left, I sprinkled some pollen on the fan," Yun Kexin said with a shy smile. "It was bought by Feng Yinxiao; you know I like begonia and purple jasmine."
Feng Yinxiao smiled in realization: she truly cherished the things he gifted her, even if it was just a few boxes of pollen.
Suddenly, he became serious and said, "Yun Kexin, do you want to visit the farm when we return home and offer incense to my father?"
Yun Kexin had this intention in her heart. She had thought about returning to the farm to pay her respects at her father's grave, but she wondered if it would delay Feng Yinxiao: "I heard that the palace will be very busy in the second half of the year, and the Emperor might summon Young Lord at any time to discuss important matters, so—"
"It's alright," Feng Yinxiao held Yun Kexin's hand and smiled. "The farm isn't far from the Duke of E's residence, and we have a carriage; it won't take much time."
Yun Kexin was so touched that she couldn't speak, only whispering a "thank you." After a moment, she added, "By the way, Feng Yinxiao, I haven't paid my respects to your Birth Mother yet. After we return home, let's go to your mother's grave to offer incense."
Feng Yinxiao felt a wave of emotion in his heart. He extended his arm and pulled Yun Kexin into his embrace.
"Yun Kexin, you are truly a gentle and virtuous wife," he whispered as his warm lips brushed against her ear. "To marry you must be a blessing I earned in my past life."
Yun Kexin's face flushed slightly as she lowered her eyes and smiled: if he knew about their past life concerning her, she wondered how he would react.
"Husband, we must be nearing the Duke of E's residence," Yun Kexin shyly pushed against Feng Yinxiao's chest.
"Let me check." Feng Yinxiao released her and lifted the curtain of the carriage to look outside. He smiled and said, "We're almost there."
The carriage moved slowly before finally stopping in front of the Duke of E's residence. The relatives from the Yun family had been waiting at the door. The First House and Second House were eagerly looking forward while Fu Lian from the Third House wore an indifferent expression, feeling somewhat disdainful: it wasn't such a big deal for a daughter to return home; did it warrant all the fuss with everyone from the Yun family crowding here? It made it seem like an emperor or empress was arriving.
Feng Yinxiao got off the carriage and instructed Shanling to bring the umbrella. Just as Yun Kexin lifted the curtain to step down, he held the umbrella over her head with one hand and gently supported her wrist with the other, reminding her, "Take your time."
Yun Yang, who had already stepped forward, cheerfully took Feng Yinxiao's arm and said, "Let's go inside; it's too hot out here. There’s a basin of ice inside to cool off." He then instructed the servants, "Go check if the iced sour plum soup is ready in the kitchen. It should quench Seventh Young Master’s thirst."
Feng Yinxiao was somewhat taken aback. Although they both served in the same court, his interactions with Yun Yang had been limited. Even when his relationship with Yun Kexin became widely known, he had never experienced such attentive hospitality from Yun Yang. Their relationship had mostly been one of mutual respect. For a moment, he felt flattered and smiled lightly.
"Thank you, Lord Yun," he paused and quickly corrected himself, "No, I mean, Father-in-law."
The way Feng Yinxiao addressed him as "Father-in-law" filled Yun Yang with pride. Second Madam Yue glanced at Feng Yinxiao, whose appearance was as handsome as jade. She recalled how he had held an umbrella for Yun Kexin and assisted her with various gestures; the more she looked at him, the more she liked him and felt satisfied with this marriage arrangement. It seemed that their late fathers' good intentions were finally being fulfilled.
Yun Yang shared similar sentiments as he led Feng Yinxiao into the Western Courtyard, saying, "Young Lord, there’s no need to be so formal. We are family now; there’s no need for those courtly etiquettes. I am your father-in-law, and you are my son-in-law, which makes you like my own son. As long as you treat Seventh Young Lady sincerely and kindly, that is enough for me."
The Yue Clan was about to step forward to take Yun Kexin's arm when Fu Lianyin rushed ahead like she was vying for attention and linked arms with Yun Kexin instead, smiling affectionately.
"Xiner, you’ve worked hard on your journey back; I’ve been thinking about you quite a bit—"
Yun Kexin could hardly suppress her disdain: Fu Lianyin, how can you lie so shamelessly without fear of retribution? Aren't you worried about tripping over your own words later? But then she remembered that she had just gotten married and was here to visit her adoptive father and birth mother today—not to compete with Fu Lianyin. Not wanting to spoil her mood, Yun Kexin smiled lightly and said, "Xiner has also been thinking about Father and Mother. By the way, how is Xiao'er?"
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