Ch 91: Praying For Blessings

Shen Yunheng’s words seemed to have lost their usual decisiveness and sharpness, carrying a hint of imperceptible hesitation: “Dinner has not been eaten, and the herbal medicine has not been taken.”

“So, His Highness is aware of it.”

Meng Tingyue’s maid servant placed the food box on the small table to the side.

Shen Yunheng knew he had indeed forgotten today. He slowly rose from the writing desk, his long legs extending easily, and in a few steps, he was seated beside the small table, his demeanor exhibiting naturalness without losing his elegance.

On the small table, several simple yet exquisite dishes were quietly placed, emitting an enticing scent.

Looking at the dishes, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

The maid servant lightly lifted the now-empty food box and slowly moved it to the side.

Shen Yunheng picked up his chopsticks and bowl to dine. His eating habits were not elegant, seemingly a habit developed in the military camp. In a short while, half of the dishes on the table were empty.

Seeing this, Meng Tingyue gently ladled soup from the soup tureen into a bowl and passed it to Shen Yunheng.

He took it without hesitation and drank it down in one gulp.

Meng Tingyue’s eyes trembled slightly, her voice carrying a hint of disbelief, “Husband, don’t you think it’s hot?”

Shen Yunheng responded concisely, “I don’t.”

Meng Tingyue remained silent for a moment, her fingertips resting on the porcelain tureen, feeling the heat of the soup, and fell into silence.

After Shen Yunheng finished his meal, Meng Tingyue brought the bitter herbal medicine to him.

Shen Yunheng’s large hand steadily received it, without any hesitation, and drank it down in one gulp.

Meng Tingyue then passed him a small dish containing candied fruit. Shen Yunheng casually picked up one and put it in his mouth, sweetness instantly blooming on his tongue.

Seeing this, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Meng Tingyue’s lips.

Shen Yunheng looked at the smile spreading across her lips, felt the joy emanating from her, slightly pursed his lips, and his gaze deepened.

Meng Tingyue lightly glanced at the piles of official duties on the writing desk. Then she withdrew her gaze and advised, “Your Servant knows that His Highness is busy with official duties, but don’t forget the time, rest early, your health is most important.”

Shen Yunheng’s gaze followed her receding figure until that figure faded from sight, but his heart felt as if it were being pulled by invisible threads, unable to calm down.

This is why he did not want to stop his work halfway.

He gently closed his eyelids and took a deep breath, as if to temporarily shut out all the disturbances.

When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with determination, and he once again buried himself in the official duties piled on the table.

After Shen Yunheng finished his tedious official duties and returned to the room quietly under the cover of night, Meng Tingyue was already asleep.

Perhaps because the weather had warmed up, the bedclothes were a bit thick, and Meng Tingyue unconsciously lifted a corner of the bedclothes, revealing a beautiful neck. The red string around her neck made her skin appear even more delicate.

Shen Yunheng gazed quietly for a moment, a gentle ripple rising in his heart.

After changing into his nightclothes, he entered the room again, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the languid scene on the bed.

At this time, Meng Tingyue had already kicked the bedclothes to the side, lying on her side, one hand tightly holding the remaining bedclothes, while the other leg was casually draped over the bedclothes.

Seeing this, Shen Yunheng’s gaze darkened slightly, his heart stirred with inexpressible emotions.

He carefully approached the bed and gently covered Meng Tingyue with the fallen bedclothes, his movements gentle as if afraid to disturb her dreams.

Shen Yunheng gently tucked the bedclothes around Meng Tingyue before slowly lying down himself. Not long after.

The person beside him seemed to be searching for something in her sleep, inadvertently turning over and pressing against him, her slender hand inadvertently resting on his chest.

Shen Yunheng’s dark eyes opened quietly in the darkness, like profound ink pools, gazing at the snow-white arm that had inadvertently invaded his world.

He closed his eyelids heavily, trying his best to calm his slightly disordered breathing.

After a moment of silence, he finally couldn’t help but turn sideways, tightly embracing the restless beauty in his arms, as if to merge her into his body.

He took a deep breath, the air filled with the faint fragrance of her hair, and he fell asleep accompanied by this fragrance.

The next day.

Meng Tingyue woke up feeling a slight ache in her right arm, and unconsciously rubbed it to relieve the discomfort.

Qin Mama was carefully attending to her, and seeing this, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes: “Crown Princess, did you injure your right arm?”

Meng Tingyue shook her head, although she didn’t know what happened, she still softly comforted Qin Mama, “Perhaps I pressed on my right arm while sleeping last night, so it’s a little sore, but it’s nothing, a little rubbing will be fine.”

After hearing this, Qin Mama’s worry didn’t completely dissipate, and she insisted, “Or, should we invite a physician to take a look? Or, should we postpone today’s trip to Tianfu Temple?”

“Mama, I am a physician myself, I know what I’m doing, this little ailment is nothing.”

“If Crown Princess truly feels unwell, you must say so, Princess Luo Jia will certainly understand.”

Meng Tingyue smiled, “Mama, don’t worry, if my body really is unwell, how could I possibly endure it?”

Towards the end of Chen shi, several carriages gracefully stopped in front of the majestic gate of the Crown Prince’s Mansion.

“Crown Princess!” Princess Luo Jia, with a vigorous and graceful figure, lightly leaped from the carriage, running towards Meng Tingyue with a cheerful face, her joy evident.

At the same time, the guests in the other carriages also opened their curtains to greet Meng Tingyue.

Meng Tingyue identified them, recognizing their identities.

“Sister-in-law, how have you been!” Qiao Yanfeng’s voice came from a carriage.

“Crown Princess, come sit with me.” Princess Luo Jia held her hand and slowly walked towards the carriage.

Tianfu Temple is some distance from Jingdu. When they arrived, it was already noon, past midday.

“Crown Princess, you must try Tianfu Temple’s vegetarian cuisine later, it’s unique and will surely leave a lasting impression on you.” Princess Luo Jia’s words held a hint of expectation and playfulness.

“Good.” Meng Tingyue felt a sense of anticipation.

Princess Luo Jia chattered like a little sparrow along the way, so Meng Tingyue didn’t find the journey boring.

Princess Luo Jia held Meng Tingyue’s hand tightly, stepping on the stone steps, ascending Tianfu Temple step by step.

By noon, the temple was exceptionally quiet, with few worshippers. The group first enjoyed the renowned vegetarian cuisine in the temple before entering the main hall for prayer.

As Princess Luo Jia said, the vegetarian cuisine in the temple was indeed excellent and to Meng Tingyue’s liking.

The young masters accompanying Qiao Yanfeng all came with their families.

The young masters’ original intention was not to pray, but they also went to get a marriage divination at Qiao Yanfeng’s urging.

“Young Master Qiao, we all got one, you should also get one, let’s see when you and Princess Luo Jia can get married.”

The Chancellor’s son initiated the topic, his tone playful and expectant, causing a ripple of laughter among the surrounding people.

Qiao Yanfeng was about to speak when a clear, slightly arrogant voice interrupted him.

Princess Luo Jia emerged gracefully from the hall, displeasure flashing in her eyes.

“Go, go, go, who wants to marry him, I certainly don’t.”