"Rong’er, why does the Empress Dowager keep saying ’Aijia, Aijia’? What does Aijia an?"
On the way back, the curious Qian’er transford into a little question machine.
Zhao Rong, not bothered at all, turned his head and patiently explained:
"It’s a self-reference used by a widowed Empress Dowager or Empress. Their Emperor husbands have passed away, and to show their imnse sorrow and mourning, they call themselves Aijia."
"I see... sorrow and mourning..."
Qian’er suddenly understood and pondered, "Then Rong’er, if by chance you unfortunately pass away and leave Miss and behind, should we also call ourselves Aijia?"
Zhao Rong: "......???"
Goodness, she can bid farewell to this young master with just one sentence, thinking you might.
The air grew quiet for a mont.
"You could, but there’s no need."
A young Confucian Scholar nodded, then leapt at her, moving like a rabbit.
The little girl twisted her waist and dodged like an eel.
She blinked her innocent big eyes, "Uh, Rong’er, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" The young Confucian Scholar stifled a laugh, nodded seriously, "Of course... you."
"Annoying! Don’t... don’t co over, soone else might... ah!"
Zhao Rong laughed and reached for her.
Qian’er whimpered and fled~
...
Zhao Rong and Qian’er played around for a bit.
The little girl dared not call herself Aijia again.
The childhood sweethearts soon were hand in hand again, affectionate as ever.
As they rode back on the horse.
Li Bai was leaning against the carriage door with his sword, filing his nails with a file in hand.
"Uncle Bai."
The two greeted him, then passed by and lifted the curtain, entering the carriage.
The curtain was drawn up, not let down, allowing a breeze through.
Inside the carriage, Su Qingdai, with her black dress like a waterfall of black hair, was seated, her delicate pinky slightly raised, holding a yellow envelope.
She had spread open a sheet of letter paper with her slender hands and was bowing her head to carefully read it.
The corners of her lips were turned up slightly in a curved smile.
Zhao Rong and Qian’er entered.
"Ziyu."
Hearing the movent of the forr coming in, Su Qingdai’s eyes didn’t leave the letter paper, and she gently called out with a smile.
"Whose letter is it, that makes you so happy? From ho?"
Zhao Rong smiled and sat down on her left side.
Qian’er glanced at Su Qingdai, held Zhao Rong’s arm, her small white hand habitually curled around his fingers.
The little girl sat on Zhao Rong’s right side.
"Yes, it’s a letter sent by my father."
Su Qingdai happily wrapped her arms around Zhao Rong’s arm, holding the letter with both hands, offering it to her real love, her eyes bright as she looked at him, her beautiful eyes curved like crescent moons.
Zhao Rong smiled, reached out, and started to carefully look at it.
The two won clung to the young Confucian Scholar
As he examined, the two won exchanged a swift glance, as if unintentionally sweeping over each other, their gazes brushing past before they no longer looked at each other.
Zhao Rong did not notice the silent battle between the two girls at ho, and even if he noticed, he would have pretended not to see it.
He focused his attention on the letter.
This was a family letter sent by the Su family of Nanxing County to Su Qingdai. Judging by the handwriting, it should have been written by the old master of the Su family.
Yes, it should count as Zhao Rong’s convenient father-in-law.
However, at present, he had not yet given Su the Fairy, who was wholeheartedly following him, a proper status.
Concerning the matter of status, although Zhao Rong had not ntioned it for a while.
He had not forgotten.
Su Qingdai seed understanding, too, and had never urged Zhao Rong, even in recent days, she hadn’t ntioned a word about it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but feel affection and pity.
He liked won who were obedient and clever.
Yes, being a little foolish was okay too, but they must be obedient and understanding...
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, letting his gaze sweep over the letter paper.
The beginning of the Su family letter, was the old master caring for Su Qingdai, the most outstanding daughter of the Su family, then it spent a large portion talking about Zhao Rong.
The convenient father-in-law seed to be very aware of his affairs, the letter was exaggerating in praising Zhao Rong, extrely satisfied with this son-in-law, asking Su Qingdai not to forget the family traditions and teachings of the Su family, to observe the virtues of a woman, and to serve her man well.
Zhao Rong chuckled softly as he read through the overwhelming praise about him.
It could be seen that this father-in-law must have a loyal and patriotic nature, between the lines, he highly praised Zhao Rong for being close to the young Emperor and for helping the Empress Dowager and the little Emperor with the sacrificial ceremony.
The old fellow seed to wish he could imdiately ride from Nanxing County to co and have a hearty drink with his content son-in-law...
Indeed, if the old master weren’t such a character, he wouldn’t have previously taken his sizable Su family to take a big risk, go to the three counties in the west to conduct behind-enemy-lines reconnaissance, and be captured and detained by Zhou Dufu... Zhao Rong shook his head inwardly and noted.
But the letter also vaguely ntioned the matter of the status, urging Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai to confirm it sooner, to marry soon, and then... ahem, to give the Su family a few chubby grandchildren.
Zhao Rong blinked.
It was indeed human nature.
The two won, constantly observing Zhao Rong’s gaze and expression from either side, also noticed these points.
Inside the carriage, the exquisite woman in a black skirt and black hair slightly lowered her head, a hint of sunset-like blush rising on her cheeks.
Qian’er squinted her peach blossom eyes slightly, puffed her cheeks, and muttered, "This Old Master Su is really not proper, hmm, neither is the daughter he raised."
Zhao Rong continued reading.
The remaining content on the letter paper roughly expressed that the old master Su was quite eager to rush to the Sacrificial Moon Mountain to witness the sacrificial ceremony organized by his son-in-law, to see the young Emperor receive blessings from the ancestral spirits of the Li Territory...
However, the old master’s old illness seed to have symptoms of recurrence recently, and the mbers of the Su clan had all persuaded him against it.
The elderly man’s words in the letter were filled with regret and lancholy...
The carriage fell silent for a mont.
The young Confucian Scholar, with a focused expression, silently finished reading the letter.
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