Long Yue and Li Qingmu traveled at a leisurely pace, taking ti to enjoy the scenery on their way, and finally arrived at Jiangling County.
Jiangling is located in the south, and now in October, the weather is rely cold, not yet freezing, but frequent autumn rains bring a damp chill that seeps into one’s bones.
Long Yue prepared two hot water bags, wrapped in ticulously crafted thick cotton bags to prevent burns, placing one in Li Qingmu’s arms and the other in his blanket.
They were still in the carriage, which was very spacious, and Li Qingmu leaned on Long Yue’s leg, curled up slightly, and fell into a deep sleep.
He slept soundly.
Tsk, this man is always so calm and composed, rarely losing control in impatience; perhaps it’s only when facing the closest people that he might lose his reason.
Perhaps sensing Long Yue’s movents, the man, half-asleep, shuffled his body and lightly rubbed against her leg.
"Thump!"
The hot water bag fell from his arms onto the wooden floor, making a muffled sound.
The man’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
He was still a bit groggy, rubbing his eyes with his hand, a movent reminiscent of a child waking from a cradle.
Long Yue found it amusing, reaching out to stroke his silky, ink-black hair, each strand glistening and smooth like satin.
"Sorry for disturbing your sleep."
Long Yue murmured softly.
Li Qingmu yawned and groggily got up.
"Thump..."
Another hot water bag fell out.
Li Qingmu glanced at the two hot water bags, then at his little wife, and suddenly smiled gently.
He reached out to hold Long Yue’s small hand, realizing her hand was a bit colder than his warmth.
He turned to pick up the hot water bag, but Long Yue quickly stopped him: "Let do it."
Li Qingmu was speechless; his wounds were actually already healed, but his little wife was overly cautious, as if he were a fragile vase ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
"I’m fine..."
He murmured, but obediently remained seated.
If he dared to oppose his little wife, he might not be able to hold her while sleeping at night. Such a sorrow...
Long Yue picked up the two hot water bags, dusted off the slight dirt on them, and tucked them back into Li Qingmu’s arms.
"Hold them."
"I’m not cold..."
"The cold in Jiangnan isn’t just felt superficially; it’s a bone-chilling cold. You’re injured now, keep them on. Falling ill later would an you can’t live out your years peacefully, and I’ll follow you!"
Long Yue glared with beautiful eyes, speaking in a huff.
Li Qingmu was dumbfounded. Wife, do you have to say things so absolutely?
What do you an if I’m not fine, you’ll follow ? Wife, can’t you spare such unpleasant talk?
Seeing Li Qingmu looking depressed, Long Yue’s anger dissipated, and she laughed, "What’s with that expression? I’m serious! A Mu, if you leave, I won’t survive you, so if you want to be well, take care of yourself and don’t ss around!"
Li Qingmu lowered his gaze, knowing the Emperor sent him to Luanshi Ridge, Long Yue felt sowhat resentful; she worried for him, but wasn’t he worried for her too?
"You said before, we can never be apart, so if you’re going, I must co along."
Ugh!
Long Yue froze, suddenly rembering she said such words before. Now she’d dug a hole for herself.
She was gloomy.
"Li Qingmu, we’re at Ling’an City’s gate soon. Would you like to visit my mansion?" ca Qi Jingyu’s voice from outside.
"Already?"
Long Yue poked her head out, indeed, there stood a lofty city gate ahead, and she realized her daze in the carriage had brought them here.
"The two of you were so lovey-dovey inside, you paid no heed to the outside,"
Qi Jingyu grumbled impatiently, making Long Yue feel very embarrassed.
Little fellow, can’t you mind your words a bit? Saying such things makes people shy!
Li Qingmu laughed heartily without care: "If the Young Prince still invites us despite grievances, of course, we’ll go."
The words teased Qi Jingyu’s sensitivity sowhat, causing him to flare up: "I’m not petty like that; my heart can encompass the seas! Hey, are you going or not?"
"Go!"
...
Lingjiang Imperial Mansion.
Long Yue t Prince Lingjiang for the first ti.
She had heard that Prince Lingjiang’s health wasn’t very good, unfit for travel, and now seeing him, he was indeed as described.
This prince appeared around thirty-two or thirty-three, his complexion was pale, unhealthily so, and he walked sowhat weakly, supported by Princess Consort Lingjiang.
He wore heavy winter clothes, and upon entering the main hall rely removed his cloak. He glanced apologetically at Long Yue and her husband, saying, "I’m weak, which might amuse the two of you."
Being able to openly speak of his frailty was a sign of honesty. Li Qingmu slightly clasped his fists in salute: "Prince makes a jest; birth, old age, injury, and sickness are human conditions."
Li Qingmu avoided the word "death," which slightly surprised Qi Junlian.
Quite the clever lad!
"Cough cough..."
At this mont, the cold wind blew outside, causing Qi Junlian to cough lightly. As the Princess Consort prepared to pour tea, Long Yue had already poured a warm cup and handed it over.
Qi Junlian was surprised, then smiled: "Zitong, Mrs. Li is far quicker than you."
This was a bit of banter between the old married couple, and Princess Consort Lingjiang rely smiled, "I’ll make so porridge later."
For a Princess Consort to personally make porridge, that’s showing love!
Qi Jingyu turned his face away, staring at a plant across, as if it could sprout a golden ingot.
Long Yue suddenly understood why the little guy always seed uncomfortable seeing her and her husband being affectionate, it was cultivated by his parent’s influence.
"Pfft!"
Long Yue couldn’t hold back; she laughed out loud.
Qi Junlian sipped his tea, clearing his breath, saying, "You did the right thing regarding that matter."
Long Yue was startled; that matter naturally referred to confessing to the Emperor, Li Qingmu did so without his consent and Qi Junlian wasn’t angry?
Long Yue looked at him suspiciously, then heard him say: "Privately forging military armor and weapons, such should’ve been reported to the Emperor, but my selfishness held it back.
Afterwards, I regretted it, contemplating reporting it again, but feared my father would be angry, thus leaving in a dilemma, almost causing grave mistake.
Now, you spoke on my behalf, and my father didn’t punish you; clearly, you bore enormous pressure and sovereign anger then, this matter is my fault."
This matter is my fault!
The words shook Long Yue and Li Qingmu!
This Prince Lingjiang was such a humble person?
They couldn’t believe it!
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