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Chapter 200 Slender Waist

Wen Jiayue was stunned and didn't utter a word for a long time.

He actually likes this painting that much?

It's just an ordinary painting, what's so special about it?

But thinking about it carefully, she didn't lose out.

A painting in exchange for a month of peace and quiet is worth it.

She nodded and said, "Alright, this painting belongs to the Marquis."

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Your tone sounds somewhat reluctant."

Wen Jiayue said, "This is a unique piece of calligraphy in the world, I already feel like I've lost out."

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and said, "It's too late to regret it now."

He rolled up the painting, put it in the dark compartment, and blew out the candle.

"Go to sleep."

After all that commotion, Wen Jiayue was no longer sleepy, and she asked about Jianhu.

When will it be completed?

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment and said, "About three months."

It's not just about building a lake; there also needs to be small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, and towers around it. It's a huge project.

Wen Jiayue's eyes lit up: "Wouldn't that mean it would be completed just before Zhaozhao's first birthday?"

Shen Fuhan asked, "What's wrong with Zhaozhao's birthday?"

Wen Jiayue replied, "Of course, I'll take her on a boat trip; Zhaozhao likes it."

If I couldn't make it happen in my past life, I'm determined to make Zhaozhao's dream come true in this one.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "Did Zhaozhao tell you this?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback and said to cover it up, "When I read the poem to her, she got especially excited when she heard words related to boats, so I guess she likes it."

She was so relaxed that she almost blurted out the truth without thinking, but luckily she managed to cover it up.

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "I see."

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief, decided not to chat with him anymore, and closed her eyes to try to fall asleep.

Shen Fuhan then went to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up 15 minutes early and put Wen Jiayue's painting into the study.

After taking the measurements, he instructed Siber, "Make a frame to these dimensions."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Use Phoebe zhennan wood."

Sibo responded with a surprised "Yes".

Golden nanmu is a type of wood reserved for royalty. Although the Marquis's residence has some, it was bestowed by the Emperor and has not yet been used.

I never imagined that the first time I used Phoebe zhennan wood would be for a painting.

I wonder which master painted the picture in the Marquis's hand.

Out of curiosity, Siber couldn't help but peek inside.

Shen Fuhan covered the painting and said coldly, "Watch your eyes."

Sibo immediately lowered his head, his face covered in cold sweat.

The Marquis has been quite amiable lately; he was too relaxed and almost overstepped his bounds.

Three days later was a day off, and Sibai handed the finished golden nanmu wood picture frame to his master for inspection.

Shen Fuhan looked at it carefully for a moment, then nodded and said, "Put it down."

He personally framed the painting and placed it on a bookshelf containing many confidential matters.

Having finished his business ahead of time, he was about to get up and go back to his room to have lunch with Wen Jiayue when someone knocked on the door.

Si Bai's voice came over: "My lord, the lady's maid has come to deliver a message, saying that Consort Yun from the palace is summoning the lady to the palace."

Upon hearing the first part of the sentence, Shen Fuhan thought that Wen Jiayue was inviting him to dinner, but he didn't expect it to be about going to the palace.

He couldn't help but frown. Only a few days had passed, and Consort Yun was summoning him to the palace far too frequently.

Shen Fuhan walked towards the bedroom without saying a word.

Wen Jiayue was changing her clothes when Shen Fuhan suddenly pushed the door open and came in, startling her.

"Why has the Marquis returned?"

Shen Fuhan glanced at her increasingly slender figure and said calmly, "I will accompany you to the palace."

Wen Jiayue simply said "Oh," indicating she was no longer surprised.

That sounds nice, but in the end, we'll definitely have to discuss things with the Emperor.

Shen Fuhan sat on the long couch and said, "Consort Yun has invited you to the palace a bit too often. You need to learn to refuse in the future."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "She is the emperor's concubine, and I am just a lady of the marquis. I don't have the courage to refuse her."

Shen Fuhan then said, "In that case, I will inform the Emperor."

Wen Jiayue said, "If you didn't know better, you'd think the Marquis and the Emperor were brothers."

The tone of his voice was no different from saying "I'll tell my fourth brother," as if he were instructing Shen Fuyou.

That was the emperor, who was above all others. He just said it so casually, and the emperor listened to him?

Shen Fuhan frowned and said, "You are not allowed to make fun of the Emperor."

Wen Jiayue wasn't afraid of him at all, and snorted, "You brought it up first."

She put on her moon-white outer garment, but felt it was too plain, so she chose a sachet and tied it around her waist.

His gaze swept over the pale blue jade phoenix pendant, and he casually fastened it.

Shen Fuhan said, "I'm speaking seriously."

“Me too,” Wen Jiayue said, looking at herself in the mirror. “The Marquis and the Emperor have such a close relationship that they don’t seem like a ruler and his subject at all.”

The color of her lips seemed a little pale, so she gently rubbed her lip rouge.

Shen Fuhan said, "Of course we are ruler and subject, but not brothers. The Emperor simply trusts me."

He explained to her in a serious tone, which made Wen Jiayue curl her lips into a smile.

Ling He's personality is undoubtedly related to Shen Fuhan.

Did he really not realize she was joking?

Shen Fuhan asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Wen Jiayue quickly pursed her lips. "I was just thinking that the Marquis's good relationship with the Emperor would definitely be of great benefit to the Marquis's mansion."

However, apart from the Emperor, Shen Fuhan seems to have no close friends.

Wen Jiayue stood up and said, "Let's go."

As she walked out of the main courtyard, she saw a plaque that read "When you see someone virtuous, think of emulating them," and suddenly thought of someone—

Pei Huaijin, grandson of the Duke of Qi.

He was also considered one of Shen Fuhan's closest friends.

The reason she forgot was that she had never met this Young Master Pei, and Shen Fuhan rarely mentioned these things.

He doesn't need to inform her about who he's on good terms with, nor does he need her involvement.

Moreover, Young Master Pei should still be bedridden at the moment, and it will be several more months before he meets Shen Fuhan.

Wen Jiayue didn't think about it any further. Anyway, it was someone who had nothing to do with her, and she might never see them again in this lifetime.

The two boarded the carriage.

As soon as the curtain was lowered, Shen Fuhan grabbed her waist.

Wen Jiayue frowned and dodged away: "What are you doing, Lord Marquis?"

"do not move."

He held her waist tightly, preventing her from moving, and lowered his head to measure her.

"I noticed your waist had gotten even thinner just now, and it's true."

He spoke with a straight face, but his actions were anything but, leaving Wen Jiayue both embarrassed and angry.

"let me go!"

Shen Fuhan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "The color of your lips is too bright."

Wen Jiayue instinctively sensed danger and immediately said, "I'll wipe it off..."

“Just kiss her,” Shen Fuhan interrupted her, “wouldn’t that be simpler?”