Wenqing narrated what she had seen in full detail to Chu Lian.
Chu Lian sat by the bed, a little stunned. The dim yellow candle light shone on the side of her face, making her small face seem even paler.
As Wenqing didnât hear any reply from Chu Lian, she had to probe again, âThird Young Madam, what should we do?â
Chu Lian sighed softly, âWenqing, take him to the opposite room, and have Wenlan get him a clean set of clothes. Okay, Iâm going to sleep now, donât disturb me unless itâs for something important.â
Wenqing felt a burst of joy inside. Although the majority of the blame for the coupleâs fight fell upon Third Young Master this time and she wanted to get justice for Third Young Madam as well, the men were still the ones who held power in the Great Wu Dynasty.
If the relationship between husband and wife deteriorated, Chu Lian would always be on the losing side as the wife.
Wenqing personally went out and conveyed Chu Lianâs words to Third Young Master.
This time, He Changdi managed to enter the courtyard smoothly, and changed into clean, dry clothes in the room beside Chu Lianâs.
He wanted to go take a look at Chu Lian, but Wenlan informed him that Third Young Madam had already gone to sleep.
On the other side, the lights were still on in Royal Princess Duanjiaâs room.
A maidservant was standing beside her and softly reporting something to her.
Once she heard all of it, Royal Princess Duanjia pouted, and gestured for the maid to leave.
When she was the only one left inside the room, a tall and burly figure appeared from behind a screen.
He Changjue walked over to the table and sat down, âThird Brother and Third Sister-in-law have always had a good relationship, why are they suddenly fighting?â
Royal Princess Duanjia rolled her eyes without any care for her image, âHonestly, your brotherâs heart is like a blob of corniness. Getting soaked in the rain? He obviously did that on purpose! That silly Chu Liu would probably let everything go after he coaxes her a little.â
He Changjue awkwardly coughed, âSanlang isnât as bad as you think, he just really loves his wife.â
âBullshit! Who even shows their love for their wife like this? And is he blind or something? Heâs been so close to that damned brat Leyao.â
He Changjue stiffened up as he was unable to refute that.
Royal Princess Duanjia suddenly turned her head and glared at He Changjue, then pointed her finger right in his face, âIf you dare to treat me like this in the future, Iâll immediately divorce you!â
He Changjueâs face immediately turned black.
The next day, everyone was preparing to return to the capital early in the morning.
As He Changdi had to stay by the emperorâs side as a guard, he had already gotten up before dawn.
Before he left, he stood in front of Chu Lianâs window for fifteen minutes, and finally left while suppressing his coughs.
When Chu Lian got up, He Changdi was already long gone.
She endured the urge to ask about He Changdiâs condition.
However, her complexion seemed to have greatly improved after a proper nightâs rest.
Once everything was packed, they boarded the carriage. Only an hour through the journey back to the capital, someone knocked on the window of the carriage.
Wenlan raised the curtain of the carriage. Seeing the person outside the carriage, she greeted, âGood morning, General Sima. Have you come to look for our Third Young Madam?â
Sima Hui was riding on a snow-white horse. Looking incredibly suave in her martial attire, she nodded towards Wenlan with a smile.
A few moments later, Wenqing and Wenlan stepped off the carriage and got onto horses instead, leaving the space in the carriage for Chu Lian and Sima Hui.
The moment Sima Hui entered the carriage, she looked around the spacious carriage and touched the decor in the carriage. A smile surfaced on her lips as she said, âAs expected of the imperial familyâs carriage. If I hadnât known beforehand, I would have thought that the person riding in this carriage was a prince or princess!â
Chu Lian gave her a look of disdain, âThis is a carriage granted by the emperor himself, of course it would be high-quality.â
Sima Hui laughed, âThatâs where youâre wrong! The one that Xiao Bojian is riding in isnât as good as this one!â
âSister Hui, have you come here just to make fun of me?â
âAlright, alright, Iâll stop joking with you.â
Seeing Sima Huiâs serious expression, Chu Lian set aside the smile on her face. With clear eyes and a slight frown, she asked, âWhat is it?â
Sima Hui sat right next to her, and coughed twice awkwardly, âLianâer, just what happened between you and He Sanlang?â
Chu Lian: ...
Right now, Chu Lian truly wished that she could find a hole and bury her head inside it. Why was it that this insignificant matter between her and her husband was known to everyone around them?
After coming to her tent to for a free meal on the first day, Sima Hui had stayed by the emperorâs side with the other military officials. The two hadnât even seen each other until now, yet Sima Hui had still caught wind of this.
The corner of Chu Lianâs mouth twitched. Only one possibility came to mind, âWas it Fourth Prince who told you about it?â
Prince Jin was the lunatic He Changdiâs best friend. If he needed to confide in someone about this, Prince Jin would be his first choice.