Lin weiyue was stunned. She really didn't understand why beiming Qinghan suddenly said thank you.
Lin weiyue started to think. What did she just say?
Was he happy just because she said she was going to his house?
Beiming Qinghan touched Lin weiyue's hair."Weiyue, mother will be very happy if she knows."
Lin weiyue understood what was going on when she heard this.
She could feel beiming Qing Han's filial piety and his longing for his mother.
In this era, there were not many n who were willing to listen to their mother and learn how to cook. Moreover, he was the Crown Prince of the Wang family.
Lin weiyue gently patted beiming Qinghan's back to comfort him.
"If your mother could see you like this, she would be happy too."
In fact, beiming Qinghan had not told anyone about her mother.
He didn't even ntion Zi Rouyan.
He did not know why, but at that mont, he was willing to tell Lin weiyue about his mother.
He was more willing to take her ho.
When they set off again, perhaps it was because of the change in Lin weiyue's ntality, or perhaps it was because her relationship with beiming Qinghan was no longer so distant.
On the way, she and beiming Qinghan started to sit in the sa carriage.
Lin weiyue would talk about a lot of things and hum a song along the way.
It was as if she had always been happy. Whenever she saw the trees and scenery by the roadside, she would smile happily.
Beiming Qinghan also seed to feel Lin weiyue's happiness. She didn't find the journey boring. Instead, it seed to be a pleasure.
He didn't know what song Lin weiyue was humming, but he thought it was nice.
He would faintly think of his Imperial mother.
She rembered that when she was young, her mother would also hum a lot of songs.
When she was resting at night, beiming Qinghan dread of her mother.
He hadn't dread of his mother for many years. He even thought that he had forgotten his mother's voice and smile, but at that mont, he saw her very clearly.
"Han 'er ..."
"Imperial mother ..."
"Han 'er, rember, you have to treasure, treasure the person in front of you."
"Imperial mother, where are you going?"
"Han 'er, rember your mother's words."
……
When beiming Qinghan woke up, he couldn't quite rember what had happened in his dream, but he rembered that his mother had said sothing very important to him.
"Are you alright?"
Lin weiyue looked at beiming Qinghan from the bedside.
Previously, she had been worried that there would be assassins, so she had asked for a large guest room, which was separated into two rooms by a screen in the middle. It was completely unaffected, but it was also very safe.
Lin weiyue had a good sleep in the middle of the night, but she was woken up by a sound.
It seed like beiming Qinghan was dreaming. She realized that beiming Qinghan was very unstable, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Beiming Qinghan looked at Lin weiyue and was slightly stunned."Weiyue, you ..."
"Are you dreaming? Did you dream of your Imperial mother?"
Beiming Qinghan nodded. He then realized that he was still holding Lin weiyue's hand.
He knew his own strength and held Lin weiyue very tightly. He quickly let go and found that Lin weiyue's wrist was red.
"I'm sorry,"she said.
Lin weiyue rubbed her wrist."It's okay, it doesn't hurt. I just lit so nerve-soothing incense. You should be able to sleep well later. I'll go over first."
As Lin weiyue spoke, she turned around and went to the bedroom on the other side of the screen.
Beiming Qinghan looked at Lin weiyue's back. At this mont, he wanted to make Lin weiyue stay. Maybe it was just to talk to her. He didn't want to be alone.
Beiming Qinghan thought about their relationship and laughed at herself.
She was clearly his wife, but now she was so distant.
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