Song Yao remained silent and never caused any waves in the Song Mansion.
She was originally a young lady in a boudoir, and no one at home cared about her, let alone outside.
Song Nian sat in the room and looked at the scenery outside the window, her temper becoming more and more silent. When she occasionally saw Ming Xiang, she would put up a sweet smile to show her lively and smart side.
During New Year's Eve, she would also have meals with her brothers, sister-in-law, and the people in the second and third bedrooms. Song Fu became more and more father-like. Several times when Song Nian looked at his back and face, he would feel a little dazed, as if he was in a trance again. I met my father in the mansion.
And her sister-in-law has become what she thought a matron should be like, and what she once most wanted her mother to be like.
"Miss, all the letters you sent to the family temple were returned by the old lady."
Song Nian took the letter and whispered: "Did she return it, or did someone in the mansion return it?"
Yinsu said: "Madam returned it herself. Madam said that she is far away from the world now, so Miss, you don't have to worry about her as an outsider."
"Mother, she..."
Song Nian lowered his head, not knowing whether his mother didn't care about her, or whether she finally realized that she couldn't bear to drag herself down.
She couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
Throwing the letters into the copper basin, Song lit the fire and watched with his own eyes as the flames swallowed up the paper and turned it into black ashes.
"Yinsu, there is no need to go to the family temple in the future. People in the mansion will take good care of my mother."
"Miss……"
Song Nian smiled and shook his head: "If she has no self in her heart like before, my visit to her will only remind her of her second sister, which will make her sad."
"If she has me in her heart...she would probably want me to hate her, ignore her, and marry into the Ming family with peace of mind."
Yinsu felt the tip of her nose tingle when she saw that her young lady was clearly in her prime, but there was still a look of twilight in her eyes.
Song Nian had a sweet temperament, and now she was as quiet as if there was no such person in the house. Mingxiang felt sad every time he thought of the scene of Song Nian bringing snacks to the bride and calling her sister-in-law sweetly on the day of her wedding.
"What are you thinking about?"
Song Fu stood behind Ming Xiang and stretched out two fingers to gently stroke her cheek.
Ming Xiang blushed: "Husband...husband."
Song Fu chuckled: "You are so articulate outside now, how come you have difficulty speaking when you are with me in the room?"
Mingxiang glared at him, the tips of his ears turning red.
"You know...you know why you ask."
Song Fu took out a book from his hand and put it in front of Mingxiang. He changed into regular clothes and leaned on the couch. Mingxiang picked up the book and opened it to the place where he had not finished reciting yesterday, and started reading.
This could be regarded as the love between her husband and wife. From the day she married Song Fu, Song Fu would find some books for her to read to him slowly every day.
Previously, she could not read a page in one night, but Song Fu never lost patience and would practice with her word by word.
Thinking of the past, Ming Xiang felt shy and suddenly lost his mind and muttered the wrong sentence.
Song Fu raised his head and looked at her with a half-smile, which made Ming Xiang's face turn red.
He spoke less and less now, but even if Song Fu didn't speak, she could still see the joking and ridicule in this man's eyes.
Mingxiang wrinkled his nose and glared at him angrily, but not only failed to capture Song Fu, but instead made him smile deeply.
Not daring to look at him anymore, Mingxiang gathered his concentration and went to read slowly.
When the two of them were about to rest, Song Fucai said slowly: "Wan'er is now a month old. Don't send letters to the palace anymore. It will gradually fade away."
In the darkness, Mingxiang hummed softly and agreed obediently.
Wan'er is about to give birth. If a prince is born, he will be the eldest son of the emperor. If he returns to the court after the period of filial piety in the palace, it will be difficult for the former court and the harem to communicate again.
Song Fu lay on his back and looked at the curtain above his head, remembering when he was a child, his father held him and made wine in the courtyard with his aunt.
At that time, my father also loved his aunt very much, but since his aunt entered the palace, his brother and sister have gradually drifted apart.
Song Fu didn't understand it when he was a boy, but now that he is following in his father's footsteps, he can understand a little bit how he felt back then.
Some feelings, although not expressed, still exist in the heart.
Raising his hands to take Ming Xiang into his arms, Song Fu sighed: "I heard that Wan'er was very tired during this pregnancy and had a huge reaction. I wonder if she is okay."
Mingxiang reached out and held Song Fu's hand: "The Holy One loves Wan'er and will take the best care of Wan'er. Please don't worry, husband."
Song Fu hummed lowly, and then added after a moment: "You don't know, Wan'er talked a lot when she was little. When she was learning to speak, she would call her brother, brother, brother all day long. Later, when she grew up to a little older, she became a fan. At such a charming age, every time I see her, I have to call her "Brother Tiantian."
"What is sweet?"
"At that time, I don't know where Grandma Song bought some Liuji jelly candies for her to sweeten, so she remembered them."
"Wan'er has been smart since he was a child."
Song Fu smiled and said: "Since then, I have always bought her some halva to eat. When she was seven or eight years old, she ate her teeth and was so scared that I didn't dare to buy them for her anymore."
Mingxiang squeezed Song Fu's palm, not knowing how to comfort him.
No matter how well the Holy Emperor treats Wan'er, he should first be the king of a country, and then become Wan'er's husband.
Although the Song Dynasty will take advantage of Wan'er's influence to win over Qing Yun, it is destined that the two parties will no longer be as close as before.
"I wonder what the temperament of Wan'er and the Holy Lord's child will be?"
Song Fu thought for a while and said, "She should be extremely smart."
The two of them talked very intimately in the boudoir at night, but they didn't know that Shen Qianyu looked very haggard, as if he was seriously ill.
Song Wan had a great reaction to the pregnancy. She couldn't eat anything from the moment she became pregnant. Whenever there was any strange smell or fragrance in the house, her face would turn pale, her stomach would churn, and she would vomit as much as she ate throughout the day.
If she hadn't been in good condition and not showing signs of depression, Shen Qianyu would have lifted the roof of the Imperial Hospital, leaving those old doctors to suffer from wind, rain, exposure to severe cold every day.
Bringing the lightly cooked pure white rice porridge to Song Wan, Shen Qianyu took the spoon and asked her to open her mouth.
"This white porridge was cooked by myself. It has never been touched by others, and it has no smell of rouge."
"This soup spoon is also freshly cooked. It has never been scooped out. Wan'er, please take a bite."
Song Wan held his stomach and reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl.
"I can do it myself. You look much more haggard than me now."
"If you don't need to be so pampered, just let the people in the kitchen do it. I can't bear to make you so tired."
Song Wan's tone was gentle, and there was heartache in her words. Shen Qianyu felt sweet in her heart when she heard her soft words.
In the past, he didn't notice anything when His Highness Wan'er called him, but now he felt that he had finally entered Wan'er's heart bit by bit.
Shen Qianyu smiled stupidly, the man holding the specially made small spoon in his big palm, looking at the black and green beauty under his eyes, he was overjoyed.
"Wan'er feels sorry for me. Only what I cook will make you eat more."
"Wan'er opens his mouth."
Song Wan smiled helplessly and could only let Shen Qianyu go.
For some reason, her pregnancy was extremely difficult.
Not only did he torment her, but he also tormented Shen Qianyu. Seeing that Shen Qianyu looked more haggard and tired than her, Song Wan subconsciously lowered his head and touched his belly.
