Chapter 35: Wife, where are you?

  "Wife... where are you...... wife..." A small hand dragged a chubby little face on the grass, warm yellow clothes embroidered with cute little daisies, sparkling and lively. Shangguan Meng held in his other hand the small flour doll he had bought back from the market that day, muttering to himself with pursed lips.

  Meng'er hasn't seen his wife for a long time... Meng'er misses his wife so much... He flipped over and lay down casually, feeling that the clouds in the sky had turned into Ye Zi's face. Looking at the clouds, his little face smiled sweetly.

  Wow! That cloud really turned into the wife's face! Blinking eyes staring at the clouds in the sky, but the people below are looking at their young master with some worry. Since that time when the young master said he wanted to marry the wife, the wife has been nowhere to be found, only seeing Officer Yu talking to himself every day, and his little face has become thin!

  On the ground, rolling around, but holding up a small face to keep it from getting dirty, with grass clippings on his clothes, Magistrate Ouyang's eyes, like black jade, slowly misted over as he looked at him, why...he just couldn't find his wife.

  "Madam, look at Meng'er, he's staring blankly at the little face again." Upper Official Meng's father said worriedly to Upper Official Fei, his eyebrows and eyes full of heartache for his son.

  Shangguan Fei had agreed to let the family's precious son find a wife, but people from that faction all went down, and he seemed to have appeared out of thin air and then disappeared without a trace. Moreover, her son didn't allow them to take a look at the small face in his hand, and even if they saw it, there might be some clues. Looking at her precious son's increasingly pale face, her heart was also aching.

  "Meng'er, looking at the little face again." Shangguan Fei smiled and walked over. Today, after attending the imperial court, the emperor mentioned that the prince's birthday was in a few days, and his eyebrows were all knotted up. According to the emperor's meaning, it seemed that he wanted the prince to choose a husband, otherwise, he wouldn't let the officials bring their own sons...

  "Mother, have you found the mistress?" Seeing Shangguan Fei, Shangguan Meng got up from the grass, looking at her with full expectation.

  "Hasn't been found yet, Meng'er, can you show Mother your little matchmaker?" She said it again, now only if they could quickly find the person Meng'er had a crush on, the two would be engaged before the King's birthday, and the Emperor would have nothing to say. She couldn't possibly hand her son over to Ziyue Ye's hands. But why was the Emperor, who had always been indifferent to the King's marriage, so anxious to find a husband for King Ye? It was clear that the King's big wedding day was just around the corner...

  "Don't let it get damaged." After repeated assurances from Shangguan Fei, Shangguan Meng finally nodded in agreement after hesitating for a long time. He handed over the small rice doll with great reluctance, his sparkling eyes fixed intently on Shangguan Fei, fearing that she might accidentally damage his precious little doll.

  Father said, women's strength is very great. If mother accidentally pinched it badly, it would be bad.

  Shangguan Fei picked up the small portrait, although it only roughly resembled him, but still could see some clues. This portrait... how come it looks so familiar? After carefully thinking about the people she knew, suddenly she hesitantly asked, "Meng'er, are you sure this is the person?"

  Shangguan Meng immediately rushed back to Xiaomianren, his soft and gentle voice filled with 120% confidence, "Meng'er is certain, Meng'er will absolutely not remember wrong, wife's."

  Shangguan Fei knew about the remarkable memory of her family's son, but thinking back to those vague characteristics he mentioned, could it be that there was someone in this world who was exactly the same? The small face reflected by the mirror clearly resembled the current Crown Prince, Zi Ruoye. However, the Crown Prince she knew was a drunkard, a womanizer, and a useless piece of trash... But one of the characteristics mentioned by Meng'er was that he had exceptional martial arts skills... If his martial arts skills were indeed high, then why did he lose in that competition...

  Weiwei narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sharp glint flashed across them. "Meng'er, accompany your mother to attend the king's birthday celebration in a few days. Who knows, you might meet your wife."

  As soon as he heard that he could see his wife, Magistrate Ouyang's eyes lit up, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Mother said, "In a few days, he'll be able to see his wife." At that time, Meng'er must grasp her and not let her run away, absolutely!

  Shangguan Meng clenched his small fist, his eyes full of determination. He carefully put away the small mask and then slipped into his own room, doing who-knows-what inside.

  Zi Ruoye slowed down her footsteps, looking at Yun Cong who was sleeping soundly, and couldn't bear to wake him up. Since that one time they cleared the air, Yun Cong had been sleeping in the same bed as her. Thinking it was also good this way, she continued to massage his feet, of course, every night there would be ambiguous sounds that people could hear.

  "Housekeeper, come here for a moment." Ziyueye walked out of the room and called out to the housekeeper who was scolding the servants.

  "What instructions does the king have?" These past few days, because of preparations for the king's birthday, everyone in the palace has been extremely busy. The king summoned him, probably to entrust something else to him.

  Zi Ruoye pulled out a prescription from her sleeve, lowered her voice and said cautiously, "Housekeeper, this medicine must not be given to anyone else except you. Although I seem fine now, I have been poisoned for a long time. This medicine is a rare cure that I finally managed to obtain, which can root out the poison in my body."

  "Your Highness! When did this happen?" The aged butler was shocked by the sudden news, for Ziyue Ye had shown no signs of illness, yet he was deeply poisoned?

  "Don't make a sound!" He lowered his voice again, his face sternly instructing, "I think there's a traitor in the palace, and I'm going to catch that ghost during this birthday celebration!"

  The housekeeper nodded and carefully put the prescription back into his sleeve, "I will personally go to fetch this medicine, Your Highness can rest assured."

  Zi Ruoye nodded slightly, letting the housekeeper go down to continue with his work. Looking at the busy servants in the mansion, her mouth curved up lightly, and a mysterious glint flashed in her eyes. She strolled back into the house, sitting alone in the outer room drinking wine, holding a delicate small cup, the fragrance of the wine lingering between her lips.

  It seemed that the person inside the house had woken up, but Yun Qing was still in a light sleep. As she walked into the house, she indeed saw Yun Qing staring at her with a dazed expression after just waking up, and when he came to his senses, he softly called out, "Wang Ye."

  The two of them had been sleeping together for so long, always in their clothes. The slightly wrinkled pink dress slid down gently, revealing delicate collarbones. Hair as black as ink scattered across the bed. Although she simply sat up quietly, she exuded a seductive charm.

  "How did you wake up?" Walking forward, ignoring the stunning beauty of the sleeping figure, Zǐ Ruò Yè asked with a smile.

  "Yun Ning is still sleeping, when will the king wake up?" Looking at her neat and tidy attire, thinking that she got up earlier than him again, he felt a slight sense of loss. "Actually, the king has woken up, but it's Yun Ning who was called, this way Yun Ning can help the king get dressed."

  "I've always come alone, unimpeded." Apart from the tedious clothes that require help, she does everything else by herself. After all, she's still not used to the feeling of having someone cater to her every need.

  A faint scent of wine wafted up, and Yun Ning couldn't help but worry, saying, "Your Highness, it's still early in the morning, so it's best not to drink. It's not good for your body." Since he had known her, the small wine jug in her hand had always been present without ever leaving.

  "No wine? I'd die!" He chuckled and swung the wine jug in his hand, indicating that as long as there was wine, he would live.

  "Your Highness, don't mention the word 'death'." Upon hearing this word, his heart ached again. It seemed that on that day, he had only told her half of the truth, and the other half was also deceived by her.

  Looking at the pain between his eyebrows, he gently stretched out his fingertips to smooth it out. "Yun Cong, although a beauty frowning is a beautiful picture, but behind that there is another sentence."

  "What's wrong?" Hearing her say that she was beautiful again, he couldn't help but see a flush rise to her cheeks. How could he resist her at all?

  "Those words behind are..." Yīyá said, "A beauty frowns, who knows whose heart is resentful." Then immediately changed to a sad and complaining face, "It turns out that the beauty hates me, ah, my little heart, all broken into pieces."

  Looking at Zi Ruoye playing tricks again, the originally worried eyebrows stretched out once more, smiling lightly, like a gentle breeze. "How could Yun Cong hate Wang Ye? She wouldn't even hate anyone else, let alone Wang Ye."

  "You're the only one who thinks of me like that, but I'm actually hated by many people." She blinked her eyes, with a self-pitying expression, but there was a hint of smile between her eyebrows. Indeed, she had been hated by many people, but those who hated her had already turned to dust and ashes.

  Listening to the bustling sounds outside, I know that her birthday is just a few days away. Thinking about the embroidered pouch I've been rushing to finish, I wonder if she'll accept it... I'm a bit worried, but this person has a thick skin and asks me for gifts again, fearing that what I make won't be liked by her. If Zi Ruoye finds out, she'll say that Yun Cong thinks too much again.

  By the way

  Thank you Tonzhi Yun for sending me such beautiful fresh flowers!