Capítulo 940: Chapter 802: If the Epoch Was Randomly Destroyed_3
Seeing her worried yet diligent little appearance, Zhao Changhe couldn’t hold back anymore and reached out to embrace her waist, gently pulling her onto his lap.
Tang Wanju snapped back to her senses, twisting in shy indignation: “What are you doing… You just…”
“Nothing, just felt like holding you.”
Tang Wanju glanced furtively at Xia Chichi’s amused expression, leaned in, and whispered: “If you’re leaving tomorrow, shouldn’t you… collect Bao Qin tonight? The poor girl has been waiting very morosely.”
“That’s a bit too much…” Zhao Changhe responded softly: “It’s late, I’ll take you back to the Pri Minister’s Mansion to rest, and then chat with her.”
Tang Wanju leaned back slightly, glanced into his eyes, and smiled sweetly: “I want to hold hands on the way back too.”
Xia Chichi: “?”
How old are you, lady?
Forget it, compared to being able to personally lead the army to Kunlun, nothing else is as important. Xia Chichi was in an incredibly good mood, too lazy to complain about anything.
The nights in the Capital were no longer subject to curfews, with many districts still lit sporadically with pedestrians occasionally entering and leaving brothels and gambling houses. The roadside taverns were lively. As King Zhao and Tang Xiang strolled through the night in the Capital, many people saw them and turned their heads in astonishnt, their gazes fixated on the hands they held together.
“Do you… also want to have a wedding ceremony?” Zhao Changhe was saying: “When the Imperial court was first established, I was concerned about reputation and stability, so it was difficult to say I wanted to marry Chichi, let alone you… But now things are different. The country is stable, my prestige is high, and doing sothing a bit rebellious seems acceptable. You see, as we hold hands openly on the street, they can only watch, not whisper.”
Tang Wanju lowered her head, speaking softly: “Not now, but they will later. It’s still not good for your reputation… nor for the country’s honor. If you wish to give, a private gift to Wanju is enough.”
“Privately, that’s too aggrieving.”
“As your concubine, I don’t need a full ceremony.”
Still stubbornly declaring herself a concubine, even though one remark from Chichi could step on her tail about being the main wife. Zhao Changhe fell silent with a smile, not arguing with her, contemplating how to give Wanju a proper gift.
Actually, Wanju could have a grand ceremony like Yangyang, but her status is not as obscure as Yangyang’s, so it might be called an embarrassing competition between ministers. It would also easily alert and provoke other won, so neither of them brought it up before. But now, almost everyone else has had their ceremonies, leaving just this competition for a husband unfulfilled… They can’t let soone who is whole-heartedly dedicated to the country beco shackled to suffer dearly.
Tang Wanju’s face was constantly warm as she walked hand in hand with him through the streets in such public view. She kept her head down the entire way. She secretly glanced at Zhao Changhe’s thoughtful expression, humorously amused.
He’s considering everyone’s dignity and needs… Unlike the rough man who only wanted to practice swordsmanship before… Quite a change.
She actually didn’t feel wronged, having already entrusted her life to him, both body and spirit, without regret no matter how he treats her. Besides, she knows many things are not Changhe’s fault but due to circumstances. Even when Huangfu Qing ca flaunting with perceived smugness, she didn’t really care, much preferring the shaful feelings when pressed against a pillar.
“Miss, you’re back. I’ve prepared hot… um…” Bao Qin greeted, but her voice got stuck in her throat. Her face turned crimson, stamring: “Lady, madam’s husband also ca…”
Just one look at that face and you know what this girl is thinking, Tang Wanju felt both angry and amused, unable to resist pinching her cheek: “Little minx, where’s your sha? What’s running through your little head all day long.”
Bao Qin said: “Miss, are you scolding the person who hasn’t married yet but is openly holding a man’s hand all the way ho?”
Tang Wanju’s face remained expressionless, deeply inhaling.
Bao Qin quickly held her head.
The next mont, Bao Qin’s hand holding her head was taken by another broad hand. Bao Qin peeked upwards to see Zhao Changhe swaying the hands of both master and servant as they walked inside: “Now you’re also involved.”
Bao Qin: “…”
Tang Wanju burst out laughing.
Bao Qin sighed, unwilling to retort against her master, mumbling softly: “Master, are you staying… overnight… I, I’ll go have them prepare a bath…”
Zhao Changhe said: “Coming ho hand in hand without being married is one thing, but staying overnight with everyone watching before marriage truly is inappropriate.”
Bao Qin’s little face fell, just as she was about to say sothing, Zhao Changhe leaned down and kissed her cheek, softly saying: “When I return from this campaign, I’ll give Wanju a proper wedding… On that day, you’ll also be by her side with the bridal veil, waiting for .”
Bao Qin touched the cheek he kissed, her eyes suddenly sparkling.
Tang Wanju’s eyes were also sparkling, like water.
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