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Chapter 245: Escaped 1 calamity

After lunch, the family members went their separate ways.

Shen Fuhan finally had a chance to ask, "Why were you crying just now?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "When?"

"After Zhaozhao caught the jade ruyi."

“Oh…” Wen Jiayue explained, “I just felt that Zhaozhao made a very good choice, and I cried tears of joy.”

It seemed a bit far-fetched, but she spoke so frankly that Shen Fuhan probably wouldn't think much of it.

But he insisted on getting to the bottom of it: "Why did you cry tears of joy?"

Wen Jiayue could only say, "As parents, what we want most is for our children to live a peaceful and happy life. Zhaozhao's thoughts coincide with mine. Isn't that enough to make me cry?"

At this point, she complained, "The Marquis is as cold as ever, without a single expression. Never mind, you don't understand me at all."

Shen Fuhan hesitated for a moment; he really didn't understand.

Besides... it's just a baby's first birthday celebration, a way to get a good omen. What kind of expression should he have?

He fell silent, and Wen Jiayue immediately felt that she had won back a point.

Upon arriving at the main courtyard, Shen Fuhan went to the study, while Wen Jiayue went straight back to her bedroom.

Zhao Zhao seemed sleepy again, yawning twice in a row, her eyes brimming with tears.

However, she was still holding the jade ruyi in her arms, which she hadn't let go of since she got it.

Wen Jiayue then let her hold her and gently coaxed her to sleep.

Ruyi tiptoed over and asked softly, "Madam, the sun is a bit strong. Would you like to draw the curtains?"

Wen Jiayue looked at her and nodded gently.

In any case, Ruyi has escaped her death, and Changsheng will not commit suicide.

However, she had no time to worry about whether those dozen or so bandits would stay in the same place and kill another group of innocent people.

Her power was too weak; she could only save those she wanted to save.

Ruyi turned around and saw that the lady was looking at her with a somewhat incomprehensible gaze. She asked in surprise, "Why is the lady looking at me like that?"

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "I just feel sentimental thinking that you'll be getting married soon. Has the date been set?"

“Oh, Madam,” Ruyi said, blushing, “I haven’t discussed it with Brother Changsheng yet, please don’t rush me.”

"Okay, if it's decided, you must tell me first."

The master and servant whispered to each other while Shen Fuhan was writing furiously in his study, dealing with the backlog of official business from the past two days.

He had been taking care of Wen Jiayue for the past two days and hadn't had a chance to see her. He had to go on duty tomorrow, so he had to take care of it today.

As evening approached, Shen Fuhan put down his brush and prepared to have his meal.

As soon as he stood up, Ling He knocked on the door.

"My lord, people from the Dali Temple have arrived, saying there's a major case."

His tone was somewhat anxious, and Shen Fuhan quickened his pace and came out, asking, "What happened?"

"More than ten bandits, audacious as ever, murdered Censor Yu and his two sons in a wooded area ten miles outside Fuming Temple."

Upon hearing "Fuming Temple," Shen Fuhan stopped in his tracks.

The temple where the vow was fulfilled was Fuming Temple.

He sketched out a map of the area around Fuming Temple in his mind, and his heart tightened.

Fuming Temple is located on the outskirts of the capital; the official road is just beyond the woods. If they had gone there too…

Shen Fuhan looked solemn; he had miraculously escaped a calamity during this illness.

As for this Lord Yu, he remembered him; he was just a corrupt censor who held a position without doing his job. As long as you gave him money, he could turn white into black.

Regardless of the person's character, since he is an official appointed by the imperial court, this case should be handled by the Court of Judicial Review.

He instructed, "Go and tell the lady."

Ling He then went there himself.

Upon hearing his report, Wen Jiayue felt a pang of anxiety; indeed, someone had suffered retaliation from that group of desperados.

She forced down her guilt and asked about Ling He to distract herself.

"How are things between you and Qianqian lately?"

Ling He's eyes dimmed again: "My wife still won't send me my meals."

This was expected, so Wen Jiayue didn't dwell on it. She hesitated and asked, "Has Qianqian mentioned having a baby to you recently?"

When Lin Qianqian came over last time, she said she wanted to have a child to relieve her boredom.

Although she managed to dissuade me, half a month has passed, and I don't know if she has changed her mind.

Ling He replied blankly, "No."

He didn't quite understand why this was being brought up. Wouldn't a child naturally result from sleeping in the same bed?

Although he has been married for almost half a year and still has no child, unlike the Marquis, whose wife was diagnosed with pregnancy two months after their marriage.

However, he firmly believed that it was just a matter of fate.

Wen Jiayue was relieved to hear this; thankfully, Lin Qianqian hadn't acted rashly.

As soon as Ling He left, Shen Funian stormed in with her son, looking furious.

Wen Jiayue quickly said, "I forgot to send someone to tell you that the Marquis has gone to the Dali Temple."

Upon hearing this, Shen Chengyao's dejected expression vanished, and he almost jumped up.

Shen Funian glared at him: "What are you laughing at? Go back and practice your calligraphy! You're not allowed to eat until you've written twenty big characters tonight!"

The mother and son came and went quickly. Wen Jiayue shook her head and ate her meal alone.

Because she was worried about the fugitives, Wen Jiayue tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The third watch gong sounded, signaling Shen Fuhan's return.

He tiptoed in, only to find Wen Jiayue looking at him with a clear expression.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Do you have a headache?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "I've slept too much these past two days, I'm not sleepy tonight."

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "I'll go wash up first."

Wen Jiayue didn't rush to ask, and waited for him to return before asking, "Have those people been caught?"

“We’ve caught them,” Shen Fuhan said. “Fourteen people in total.”

Wen Jiayue knew perfectly well, and she asked the question she cared about most.

"This is terrifying. Was that censor a good person? He died so unjustly."

"Injustice?" Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Those who do many unrighteous deeds will surely perish."

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment. So this time, it was the bad guys who killed the bad guys?

She didn't ask any more questions and prepared to go to sleep.

Shen Fuhan reached out and took Zhao Zhao's hand over the sleeping woman.

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "What's wrong?"

It's already the end of the month, and I'm one short of eight times for sex. Could it be tonight?

Shen Fuhan said nothing, but held her hand and whispered, "Go to sleep."

He was constantly distracted while investigating the case, always thinking about what would happen if they had also gone to Fuming Temple and encountered those thieves...

He was confident that he and his guards could kill those people, but his heart remained uneasy.

Only by holding Wen Jiayue's hand can one find a moment of peace.

He remained obedient and made no other moves, which surprised Wen Jiayue. Was he not actually planning to have sex?

Before she knew it, her sweaty palms had soaked her hands as well.

Wen Jiayue felt uncomfortable and tried to pull her hand away.

Shen Fuhan wouldn't let her leave: "Just sleep like this."

“But I don’t want to sleep like this,” Wen Jiayue said, frowning. “You’re sweating.”

Shen Fuhan paused, released her hand, and carried Zhaozhao to the innermost side.

Wen Jiayue was immediately on high alert and froze for a moment, but Shen Fuhan simply pulled her into his arms and did nothing else.

Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up: "If you can't sleep, I can help you fall asleep."

Wen Jiayue quickly closed her eyes.

She was getting ready to sleep when Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up: "Don't forget the flower viewing banquet."

Wen Jiayue hadn't forgotten, but she was a little puzzled as to why he suddenly brought this up.

Shen Fuhan said, "It's only a few days left. If you don't have suitable clothes, remember to have the embroiderer come over to take your measurements and make clothes."

“I have plenty of clothes, so I don’t need to make any new ones.”

Shen Fuhan said, "Let's make a few more, including mine. I've already chosen the fabric."

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to agree.