RPAGF Chapter 81 Spreads Throughout Chang'an
Chapter 81 Spreads Throughout Chang'an
Wen Jiayue came to the side room and watched with a tense face as Shen Fuhan placed Zhaozhao on the bed.
She was still hoping that Zhaozhao would wake up, but things didn't go as planned, and Zhaozhao remained fast asleep.
Shen Fuhan asked, "Shall we go back to our room?"
Wen Jiayue glared at him: "What good did it do to say I wouldn't reply?"
“It works, you no longer need to walk.”
Wen Jiayue: "..."
She returned to her bedroom, feeling frustrated.
Shen Fuhan followed, and wisely did not disturb her, going straight into the washroom.
After washing up, the two of them lay on the bed, each with their own blanket.
Wen Jiayue didn't want to see him, so she turned her back to him and closed her eyes.
Shen Fuhan didn't speak either, remaining completely silent, even his breathing was exceptionally light, as if he didn't exist.
At this moment, she became sensible and pursed her lips, then drifted off to sleep.
Shen Fuhan waited a while, and when he saw that she was really asleep, he took her into his arms.
He looked at her, but the image from his dream floated into his mind.
He stroked the corner of her lips; was that ink stain...blood?
However, that was just a dream.
He shouldn't care.
Shen Fuhan closed his eyes, trying to dispel all distracting thoughts.
The next day, when Wen Jiayue woke up, Zhao Zhao was lying next to her.
She was a little confused, so Ruyi explained, "The Marquis specifically instructed us this morning that you should see Miss as soon as you open your eyes."
"Don't think that doing this will appease me." Wen Jiayue said with a displeased expression.
Ruyi smiled and said, "But isn't the Marquis just trying to coax you?"
Wen Jiayue was stunned. Was he... trying to coax her?
“Don’t talk nonsense,” she immediately came to her senses, “You’re not allowed to say things like that again.”
Shen Fuhan wouldn't try to comfort her, and she shouldn't get stuck in this illusion any longer.
"What's wrong, Madam?" Ruyi asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Don't try to guess what the Marquis is thinking," Wen Jiayue deliberately scared her. "If the Marquis finds out, he'll definitely beat you, and I won't be able to protect you then."
Thinking of the cold and aloof Marquis, Ruyi shuddered and vowed not to say anything more.
After breakfast, Shen Funian brought Wang Chengyao over.
“You’ve been quite relaxed these past few days,” she said, sitting down without any ceremony. “The end of the year is just around the corner; it’s time to get busy.”
Wen Jiayue ignored her comment and asked with interest, "Why didn't you call me 'sister-in-law' this time?"
Recalling what happened last time, Shen Funian suddenly felt embarrassed.
She forced herself to speak: "It was an accident last time, I won't call you that again."
Wen Jiayue was just teasing her, and casually asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm so bored I'm going to rot, is it wrong for me to chat with you?"
Before Wen Jiayue could speak, Wang Chengyao, who was teasing his younger sister, spoke up.
"How did Mother get moldy?" he asked with concern. "Should we call the doctor to come and take a look?"
Shen Funian's face flushed red and then turned pale, afraid that Wen Jiayue would notice something, so she dragged Wang Chengyao over and started beating him.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat!"
"Mom, ouch! Stop hitting me!" Wang Chengyao cried, on the verge of tears. "What did I say wrong?!"
Wen Jiayue quickly pulled her away.
"Alright, alright, Yao'er didn't do anything to you, why are you so angry?"
Shen Funian then let her son go and explained why she had hit him.
"Why are you interrupting when adults are talking?"
Wang Chengyao pouted, touched his buttocks, and ran away.
Shen Funian continued her explanation, which was clearly a case of protesting too much: "The doctor he mentioned is Su Ye. I've had a poor appetite lately, and he's been preparing some medicine for me."
Wen Jiayue was somewhat surprised, not expecting that the excuse of loss of appetite was actually something the two of them had come up with together.
She sized up the plump Shen Funian and asked hesitantly, "You... have a poor appetite?"
“Doesn’t it seem like it?” Shen Funian said matter-of-factly. “I just don’t have a good appetite.”
Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be... that she's pregnant?
Suddenly remembering that Su Ye was a doctor, they would definitely know if she was pregnant, so they stopped worrying about it.
I guess I really have a loss of appetite.
Seeing her disbelief, Shen Funian explained through gritted teeth.
"It's all that little brat's fault. He's made a mess of his studies, and it's made me so angry that I can't eat."
So that's what it was about. Wen Jiayue comforted him, saying, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so don't pressure him too much."
In his previous life, Wang Chengyao was never academically inclined, but Shen Funian always wanted him to study, which led to a deteriorating relationship between the mother and son.
Originally, she was happy to see it happen, but since she had a good relationship with Shen Funian in this life, she thought she would try to persuade him.
If studying doesn't work, there are other ways out. Why fixate on the imperial examination as the only path?
Shen Funian was so angry that her head ached. She waved her hand and said, "Let's not talk about it anymore, or I'm afraid I'll faint."
Wen Jiayue said nothing more; this matter needed further consideration.
Shen Funian asked, "By the way, why did you suddenly return to the Wen residence these past few days?"
"I'll stay for a few days when I have nothing else to do."
“It’s certainly free, but it’s exhausting for my older brother,” Shen Funian said, raising her eyebrows. “He goes to the Wen residence every day. I don’t know what kind of spell you cast on him.”
Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "His legs are his own, what does it have to do with me?"
“That’s true,” Shen Funian changed the subject, “It seems you have a knack for managing your husband. How did you manage to make my elder brother so devoted to you?”
Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, realizing that she had come to learn from others, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
"I don't have any skills to control my husband, I just follow my heart."
"Impossible, my older brother never cared about you this much before."
Speaking of this, she added, "Now the whole of Chang'an is buzzing with the news—Lord Shen, the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, can't be without his wife for a moment, which is you."
Wen Jiayue's breathing became slightly labored, and the sound spread throughout Chang'an.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Chang'an is only so big, so who doesn't know the interesting stories and anecdotes of each family?
Moreover, Shen Fuhan, the emperor's most trusted minister, was being watched by countless eyes.
This was no secret, and it was to be expected that people would find out.
The eldest princess must already know.
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. In her previous life, she hadn't experienced this, yet she and her daughter were still harmed by the Princess.
In this lifetime, her affair with Shen Fuhan has inadvertently spread throughout Chang'an, and she will surely suffer even fiercer retaliation from the Princess.
But Wen Jiayue didn't feel too scared.
She is Shen Fuhan's wife; that is her original sin.
Now that things have come to this, we can only deal with whatever comes our way.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Shen Funian waved her hand. "Are you so happy you've gone crazy?"
“What’s there to be happy about?” Wen Jiayue brushed her hand away. “I’ve always been low-key, but this time I’ve been so high-profile. It wasn’t my intention.”
Shen Funian replied dismissively, "Fine, fine, you're the most low-key, so low-key that everyone knows you're the wife of the Marquis of Jing'an, attracting attention wherever you go."
Wen Jiayue ignored her words, a faint worry creeping into her heart.
She always felt that three years was a long time away, and that she could slowly plan for herself and her daughter.
But after this incident, will everything that happened in my past life come to an earlier time?