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The next day, Shan Yue blushingly handed over the "results" of Feng Yinxiao and his wife's activities to Miao Yu, with a hint of pride in her expression. Miao Yu glanced at it, smiled knowingly, and took it to wash.
Feng Yinxiao had gone to court early in the morning. Yun Kexin was in the washroom getting ready. Shanling entered with a bowl of Rock Candy Lily and Water Chestnut Soup and saw Yun Kexin coming out. He smiled and said,
"Madam, you're up! Come eat something. Young Lord said you were tired last night and asked us to prepare some food for you before you head out."
Hearing Shanling mention "last night," Yun Kexin's face turned red, and she silently blamed Feng Yinxiao for being so indiscreet. She wondered how he spoke to the servants. Shanling noticed Yun Kexin's embarrassment and cleverly added,
"Young Lord means well; we just need to take good care of you."
Only then did Yun Kexin smile and nod, walking over to sit at the table.
"Madam, we will also have Red Date Black Chicken Soup later. For now, let me serve you Lotus and Water Chestnut Soup to soothe your throat."
Seeing that Yun Kexin was eating quietly, Shan Yue added,
"There’s no need to serve the black chicken soup; save it for my husband," Yun Kexin said as she put down her spoon, looking up with a gentle smile. "By the way, did Young Lord have breakfast before leaving?"
Shanling showed a surprised expression, followed by a hint of envy in his eyes. "Madam and Young Lord truly are of one mind; previously when I made black chicken soup for Young Lord, he insisted on saving it for you, and now you are saving it for him."
Of one mind? Yun Kexin instinctively wanted to do this; it wasn't an intentional display of virtue. However, Shanling's words made her realize that Feng Yinxiao had already taken residence in her heart. She genuinely wanted to spend her life with him. For the first time in two lifetimes, Yun Kexin felt the deep affection contained in the phrase "of one mind," filled with happiness.
She smiled gently and said, "It's nothing; as a woman, I can't compare to men. They work hard outside and truly need nourishment."
Shanling nodded as if he understood, smiling as he said, "I will prepare breakfast for Madam before you head out."
Han Wangfu's Heir Apparent Fu Yihang and Duke of Yan's Residence's daughter Feng Yulu were set to marry in two months. As one of the relatives, Yun Kexin inevitably had to attend. What surprised and angered Feng Yulu was that Fu Yihang intended to leave her behind and go sleep in the study alone.
"Husband, what do you mean by this?" Feng Yulu asked, suppressing her anger and trying to remain calm.
Fu Yihang stopped halfway, turned around, and glanced lightly at the heavily made-up main wife. With a hint of fatigue in his voice, he said, "It's nothing. I'm just used to sleeping alone..."
"You..." Feng Yulu suddenly stood up from the bedside, furious and embarrassed. "But today is our wedding night. How can you leave your Consort alone in the empty chamber? What face will I have to show others in the future?"
A flash of impatience crossed Fu Yihang's eyes as he coldly replied, "Madam, you think too much. What does it matter about face? I just want a quiet place to be alone."
Fu Yihang recalled the noise and chaos of Han Wangfu before and after the wedding, which annoyed him greatly.
"Quiet? Am I such a burden to you?" Feng Yulu was both angry and hurt, but in her rage, she laughed bitterly. "Husband, let's speak frankly. Are you still thinking about Yun Kexin, our Sister-in-law?"
Feng Yulu deliberately emphasized "our Sister-in-law," causing Fu Yihang's face to pale with anger.
"Shut up! Since you know Yun Kexin is our Sister-in-law, how can you say such rebellious words?!"
Feng Yulu was startled by Fu Yihang's sudden change in demeanor but refused to admit her fault because she believed she was in the right.
"Even if the Consort spoke out of turn, doesn't my husband reflect on whether he has treated me well?" Feng Yulu began to sob, "I even suspect that you married me for Sister-in-law. You want to continue being relatives with her. Every time you return to your mother's family, you'll have a chance to see her..."
"Enough!" Fu Yihang was furious at the core of the matter and glared angrily. "If you think this way, why did you agree to this marriage in the first place?" He paused and coldly turned aside, mocking her. "Is it because you are attracted to Han Wangfu's high status?"
"You!" Feng Yulu trembled with anger and jumped up and down. "Fu Shizi dares to insult me like this! Fine, I'll go back to my family now. You can write me a Divorce Document!"
With that, she pretended to frantically pack her clothes—actually just putting on a show for Fu Yihang. Unexpectedly, Fu Yihang took her seriously and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.
"Madam, don't be impulsive. I'm sorry; my words were too harsh," he said as he grabbed Feng Yulu's wrist, lowering his voice. "Today is our joyous day; please don't—"
"Hmph! My husband still knows today is a 'joyous day,'" Feng Yulu saw Fu Yihang soften and felt pleased. Seizing the opportunity, she pretended to be a wronged woman crying like a pear blossom in the rain. "Who leaves their legitimate wife alone on their Wedding Night to sleep in the Study? How am I supposed to live with this?"
"Alright, I, Heir Apparent, was wrong," Fu Yihang actually wasn't afraid of Feng Yulu, but they had just gotten married, and he still had to return home in three days. It wouldn't be good to completely tear their relationship apart. "I apologize to you, and I'm not angry anymore."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yulu became even more pleased with herself. Without saying another word, she jumped into Fu Yihang's arms, her eyes brimming with tears:
"Husband, you really don't need to hide anything from me. There are some things that Consort should know," she changed from her usual arrogant demeanor to a gentle and understanding appearance, speaking softly, "But I'm not someone who holds grudges. I just hope you can let go of the past and we can live our lives well together, okay?"
Fu Yihang did not reach out to embrace Feng Yulu, but stood stiffly in place as she tightly wrapped her arms around his waist. Her half-true, half-fake "complaints" filled his ears. His heart softened a bit, yet he remained unmoved. When he suddenly heard Feng Yulu mention "letting go of the past" and "living well together," he finally reacted with a bitter smile. He lightly stroked her hair a few times like a dragonfly touching water and said, "Madam, please rest."
Finally, Feng Yulu raised her eyebrows in Fu Yihang's embrace, breaking into a smile as she gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks:
"Yes, husband, Consort is here to serve you..."
She then called for the maid to come in and tidy up the room. The maid had heard the commotion outside but didn't dare enter without permission. Upon hearing the call, she hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, not daring to ask too many questions. She simply followed Feng Yulu's instructions to make the bed and arrange the bedding before leaving cautiously.
However, while Fu Yihang did not insist on sleeping in the Study, lying next to Feng Yulu felt exceptionally awkward. Even after she fell asleep, he still had no desire to sleep at all. He lay there wide-eyed in the pitch-black room, suddenly envisioning that delicate and ethereal figure before him. His heart was filled with bitterness and sorrow: Feng Yulu was indeed right; his willingness to form a connection with the Duke of Yan's Residence was entirely for Yun Kexin!
Due to her marriage, they hadn't seen each other for a long time. The longing in his heart gnawed at him like a worm, yet he didn't dare to go see her recklessly. Coincidentally, when the princess brought news of an engagement proposal from Aunt, upon hearing that it was the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Yan's Residence, he agreed without hesitation, disregarding his father and mother's hesitation about Aunt Zhuo being the official wife. Everything was solely for the sake of allowing Feng Yulu to catch a glimpse of Yun Kexin when she returned to her family.
"Cousin Kexin, if you knew all of this, would you think of me a little..." Fu Yihang murmured in his heart until he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Three days later, Fu Yihang took Feng Yulu back home. Feng Hongrui and Zhuo Min warmly welcomed their daughter and son-in-law: when Duke of Wind saw his son-in-law who held the title of Heir Apparent, he noticed that he was handsome and humble, which dispelled any previous doubts. He pulled him aside for a lengthy conversation. Seeing how well Fu Yihang performed in front of their father made Feng Yulu feel elated; caught up in her pride, she glanced at her older brother and sister-in-law across from her but found that Yun Kexin greeted them calmly and lightly while Feng Yinxiao seemed wary like a cat facing an enemy, keeping a close watch on every move of Fu Yihang. Indeed, while dealing with Duke of Wind, Fu Yihang would occasionally glance towards Yun Kexin, but quickly withdrew his gaze.
Though there was no change on the surface for Feng Yinxiao, his fists tightened within his sleeves as anger brewed inside him. Noticing something was off, Yun Kexin placed her hand on his thigh under the table, helping him regain his composure.
"Brother Xiang, this is your Seal Red," said Fu Yihang, handing over the red envelope he held to Feng Yinxiao, who stood beside the Yang Family. He smiled and added, "Just a small token of my appreciation."
Without permission from their parents, Feng Yinxiao dared not act rashly. He blinked at Feng Hongwen and Yang Yulan, as if asking whether he could accept it.
"Come on, take it," Fu Yihang urged again with a smile, deliberately waving the Seal Red in his hand. "If you don't take it soon, Brother-in-law will put it away."
Hearing this, Yang Yulan dropped the formalities, smiled slightly, and turned to her son:
"Xiang'er, hurry up and thank Brother-in-law."
"Thank you, Brother-in-law." Feng Yinxiao said in a sweet voice as she accepted the Seal Red, her face beaming with joy.
Fu Yihang smiled and also gave Feng Yuxi's daughter Dou Dou a red envelope, marking the end of this matter.
"Your Highness, how have Han Wang and the Princess been?" Zhuo Min looked at her well-dressed son-in-law with satisfaction and spoke more intimately. "I've been wanting to visit your residence, but I've always been too busy."
Fu Yihang nodded seriously and replied, "Lady Xie, Mother of the Mountain is concerned. Father and Mother are in good health, and they asked me to send their regards."
The Duke of Wind chuckled and stroked his beard politely. "There will be opportunities. In fact, I have met Han Wang in court before and exchanged words; it's just that the Princess has not seen him yet."
Fu Yihang was about to respond when Zhuo Min joked, "To initiate this marriage proposal, we must thank you, Aunt. If it weren't for your matchmaking efforts, our Lu'er might have missed out on a good husband," she paused, waiting for Fu Yihang to praise her daughter. Unexpectedly, Fu Yihang only listened with a calm expression and showed no signs of response. She had to say politely, "Yulu has been spoiled by us; in the future, Han Wangfu will have to put in more effort."
"We should indeed thank Aunt. If it weren't for her, Yulu and I would probably have missed each other," Fu Yihang said with a faint smile, subtly changing the subject. He turned to look at Feng Yinxiao and her husband and said, "Elder brother," glancing at Yun Kexin beside him suddenly with a solemn expression. "Cousin Kexin, how have you been..."
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