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Chapter 458 Return the wish

After packing their bags, the family of three set off.

Zhao Zhao was very happy. She stood on her father's lap, her little hands gripping the carriage curtain, staring intently out the window.

Seeing her like this, Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "It seems I'll have to make time to take Zhaozhao out to play more often in the future."

As if she understood, Zhao Zhao turned her head and imitated her mother's words: "Play with Zhao Zhao!"

Wen Jiayue patted her head: "Zhaozhao has been speaking so clearly lately, Zhaozhao is really amazing."

Zhao Zhao's expression immediately showed a hint of pride, and she said in her childish voice, "Zhao Zhao can talk!"

Praised, she became even more talkative, pointing at things on the street and talking all the way.

If there was anything she didn't recognize, she would look at her father, and he would explain it to her, and she would repeat it, learning with great interest.

However, she was still young and soon became sleepy from the swaying of the carriage, so even if she wanted to continue speaking, she was too weak to do so.

She soon couldn't hold on any longer, her little head bobbing as she listlessly yawned in Shen Fuhan's arms.

Wen Jiayue carefully pulled the carriage curtain closed and then covered Zhao Zhao with a thick fleece blanket.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you want to take a nap?"

"I am not sleepy."

Even so, Wen Jiayue still couldn't help but rest her head on his shoulder.

“You’re not allowed to leave early this time,” she whispered. “I’m a little scared.”

Although Ruyi had long since escaped that calamity, she was still somewhat shaken.

"Don't worry, I won't leave, and I've brought enough guards with me," Shen Fuhan reassured her. "Nothing will happen."

Wen Jiayue's heart was still pounding, and she only breathed a sigh of relief after entering Fuming Temple.

While Zhao Zhao was still asleep, Wen Jiayue had her wet nurse and maid take her to her room so that she and Shen Fuhan could go and fulfill their vow.

It was a day off today, so even though it was almost evening, the place was still bustling with people.

Seeing so many people, Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan first had a vegetarian meal.

Finally entering the main hall, the two knelt on prayer cushions, holding three sticks of incense.

Wen Jiayue silently prayed, "I am grateful to the Bodhisattva for protecting my daughter. I have come here to fulfill my vow and hope that the Bodhisattva will continue to bless Zhaozhao with good health throughout her life."

She had promised to do good deeds and give alms, and naturally she had to keep her promise, donating money and goods to Fuming Temple.

Shen Fuhan wasn't satisfied with that, so he decided to offer two ever-burning lamps for Wen Jiayue and Zhaozhao.

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "What about yours?"

“I don’t need it,” Shen Fuhan said. “I lived for so long on my own in my past life, so I will live even longer in this life with you by my side.”

Wen Jiayue: "..."

When we came out of the main hall, it was already dark.

The deep, resonant sound of bells mingled with the faint chanting of sutras, creating a particularly calming atmosphere.

The two walked towards their quarters. Wen Jiayue glanced at Shen Fuhan and felt an unprecedented sense of peace in her heart.

She casually changed the subject: "When I go back tomorrow, my fourth brother will probably bring up the matter of proposing marriage."

“It’s good that he gets married soon,” Shen Fuhan said. “It will help him to curb his unruly nature. Miss Xie can handle him.”

Wen Jiayue asked in confusion, "How did you figure that out?"

Shen Fuhan said, "I could tell with my own eyes."

Wen Jiayue glared at him. What kind of answer was that?

Glancing at Ruyi, who remained silent behind her, she whispered, "I almost forgot, Ruyi's marriage should also be put on the agenda."

After Wen's father died and Zhang was imprisoned, Wen Ruoqian was completely left unattended and spent his days indulging in debauchery.

Little did he know that Shen Fuhan had already sent people to get rid of him and throw him into a mass grave.

With no master, the Wen mansion became an empty shell, and the maids and servants scattered.

She didn't know where Changsheng was, and Ruyi hadn't mentioned it either.

Lost in thought, I arrived at the place of parting.

Men and women cannot live together in a temple. Shen Fuhan sighed with a complicated expression.

"If I had thought of this before I left, I certainly wouldn't have chosen to come today."

Wen Jiayue teased, "It's just one night, Lord Shen won't be unable to bear it, will he?"

"I can bear it, but I want to hold you while I sleep even more," Shen Fuhan touched her face, "Go on."

Wen Jiayue didn't feel any reluctance and turned to leave without hesitation.

She gestured for Ruyi to step forward and asked, "Where is Changsheng now?"

Ruyi said, "Brother Changsheng has gone home. He said he would first take care of his parents for a few days before coming to stay with you, Madam. So I didn't mention it."

There are so many things I can do when I go home, especially talk to my parents about getting married.

Wen Jiayue said knowingly, "So it's because good things are coming soon."

Ruyi blushed slightly and whispered, "Madam, please don't make fun of me."

“How can you be making fun of me?” Wen Jiayue said seriously. “Chang Sheng is a trustworthy person. I am very at ease knowing that you are marrying him.”

"Even after I get married, I will stay by your side every day."

Wen Jiayue nodded and said, "That's possible, but I'm afraid Changsheng will resent me and won't let you accompany him after we get married."

“He has his own things to do, why bother accompanying him?” Ruyi blushed even more and curtsied, saying, “This servant will go fetch water for Madam, this servant will take her leave.”

Wen Jiayue chuckled. Thinking about it carefully, everyone around her had a happy event this year.

Ruyi's wedding, her fourth brother's wedding, Qianqian's pregnancy... Wen Jiayue placed her hand on her lower abdomen, feeling a sense of anticipation.

The following day at noon, we returned home safely.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Shen Fuyou's voice came through.

"Big brother, you're back so late! I've been waiting for you for an hour!"

Shen Fuhan asked, "What is it?"

Shen Fuyou cleared his throat and said impatiently, "I plan to propose to Yan'er tomorrow. This is the betrothal gift I have prepared. Please see if it is enough."

As he spoke, he unfolded a gift list that was longer than his arms, covered with densely written words.

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "This is too much. Even the prince's wedding to his princess didn't involve such a grand affair. This is not proper."

"Too much?" Shen Fuyou muttered softly, "I still think it's not enough."

He wished he could write down all his assets.

Wen Jiayue gave him some advice and then sent someone to organize the betrothal gifts, put them in a chest, and tie them with red silk.

The busyness lasted until evening, and Shen Fuyou left with profuse thanks.

Looking at his bouncy figure, Wen Jiayue exclaimed in surprise, "Fourth Brother seems to never get tired."

Shen Fuhan said, "I'm naturally happy to hear about the marriage proposal."

"Really?" Wen Jiayue asked quietly, "What about the day you proposed to me?"

Shen Fuhan coughed lightly: "At that time, I was just obeying my parents' orders, and besides, I hadn't even met you yet, so..."

“So you’re unhappy,” Wen Jiayue snorted, “you’re definitely not as dedicated as Fourth Brother.”

"What should we do then?" Shen Fuhan wrapped his arms around her waist and inhaled the fragrance from her hair.

Wen Jiayue rolled her eyes: "How about we get a divorce, and you can propose to me again?"

The hand around her waist tightened instantly, and her earlobe was viciously bitten.

He said, enunciating each word clearly, "Don't even think about it."

"I just want to... um..."