The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Inside the study, Yuan Yi was carefully picking out the most complete and plump flowers from a basket of delicate flowers and placing them in another large purple sandalwood lacquer box.

Her slender fingers fiddled with and selected the flowers, and it seemed as if her fingertips were also stained with a light pink by the petals.

It looks particularly leisurely and charming in the afternoon sun.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you standing there?" Yuan Yi occasionally looked up at Yuxiao who was standing in the corner.

She glanced at the booklet in his hand and reached out.

"It's Master Qi. He has just completed the renovation of his mansion and moved into a new house. He sent us a letter and sincerely invites us to come."

After hearing this, Yuan Yi leaned back on the cushion.

"He actually asked me to give him a gift."

Yuxiao handed the booklet over. It had the red-gold dragon pattern on it. Yuan Yi opened the booklet and was slightly stunned. This word? It was Old Seven.

Yuan Yi's eyes darkened. This booklet was actually written by Lao Qi himself. The handwriting was domineering, bold and powerful, just like his personality.

He didn't believe that Yuan Ye, as the God of War, would have the patience to write a pile of booklets one by one and distribute them to each family.

This is the only booklet in the world that was written by him personally.

It certainly wasn't for him, the prince. Then who was Yuan Ye thinking of with every stroke of the pen and every word?

Seeing Yuan Yi staring at the book in a trance, Yu Xiao said, "In the past, no one dared to disturb you at any of the major banquets in the capital. It's probably because we have established a mansion, so the Seventh Master invited you. I'll go prepare the gifts and send them over now."

Yuxiao said this in a tactful way. It turned out that Yuan Yi lived in the deep palace, was weak, and had no power. Who would have thought of handing him a booklet and inviting him to a banquet?

"Go ahead. I'm sure the Third Prince's Mansion will go too. He'll be happy to see Sister Yue'er."

Although Fan Qiu was given a token at that time, Fan Qiu was polite and had never been to the Prince's Mansion. Since the last gathering, he would only occasionally send people to deliver letters and food, but he had never been there in person.

I think given the relationship between Yuan Ye and Yuan Mo, Yuan Mo will definitely go this time. Yue'er will also feel relieved to see her sister.

During this period, Fanyue never went out of the house and never said she wanted to go out to play on the street. I remember that before she got married, she would sometimes go out to play with Cuitao.

She must have felt that she was not feeling well and was afraid of the gossip outside, so she stayed here with me. I should take this opportunity to let her go out for a walk, Yuan Yi thought.

Yuan Yi walked out with the booklet in his hand, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at the booklet in his hand and threw it back on the table.

Yuxiao understood what he meant.

When Yuan Yi walked into Fan Yue's room, Fan Yue was leaning against the pillow on the bed, reading a book, holding a slender brush in her right hand, occasionally circling and drawing, while Cui Tao sat beside the bed quietly grinding ink.

At this time, Xiao Hua Ling was already fast asleep, lying on Fan Yue's pillow, with a dent left on the pillow due to her pressing.

The wind blew occasionally, and the jade bracelet hanging on the curtain made a crisp sound.

Seeing Yuan Yi coming in, Cui Tao stood up and saluted obediently. Seeing Cui Tao stand up, Fan Yue just realized that Yuan Yi came in.

"Your Highness."

"What is Yue'er looking at?"

"The new draft was sent to the Literature Museum." Fan Yue raised her hand and took a petal bookmark made by a little flower spirit and put it in the book, ready to listen carefully to Yuan Yi's words.

"Is there anything wrong?" Yuan Yi frowned slightly.

Although the task of editing the book has been moved to the Institute of Literature, the final draft will still be made by the Prince's Mansion.

Mainly because Yue'er is worried and insists on doing everything herself.

Fan Yue shook her head. "It's not a mistake. I tried my best. It's just that some of the words I used were not very accurate."

Yuan Yi nodded. He knew that Fan Yue said this because he was afraid that he would blame those people in the Literature Museum.

"The Seventh Prince's Mansion sent a message saying that a new house has been built and invited us to come."

"Oh well."

Fan Yue nodded indifferently.

Yuan was also delighted to see Fan Yue’s indifferent expression.

"We will also go to the Third Prince's Palace." Yuan Yi looked at Fan Yue with a faint smile.

"Oh, that's right!" Fan Yue's eyes flashed.

"Yuan Ye will probably ask his brother-in-law and sister to go. Then we should go too, okay?"

"Okay." Yuan Yi nodded, but his heart ached. Yue'er called him Yuan Ye, calling him by his name.

"Recently, there is a person named Shen Hui in the Literature Museum. He is quite good. The manuscript he sent has his own ideas and few mistakes."

Fan Yue tapped lightly on the pile of manuscripts beside her, not noticing Yuan Yi's slightly furrowed brows.

"okay, I get it."

Yuan Yi felt the tea on the table with his fingers and found it was still warm, so he handed it to Fan Yue and said, "Have some water. You forget to eat and drink when you read."

Fan Yue had to admit that she did have this problem. It was like this when she was with Wang Yueran. When she devoted herself to doing something, she would always forget to eat and sleep.

But Yuan Yi's behavior made Fan Yue feel like she was that child, who had to be watched while drinking water.

The warm tea was fragrant with flowers. This was a new idea that Fanyue had come up with. Actually, it was not Gu Fanyue's idea. It was just that Wang Yueran suddenly wanted to drink a sip of the flower tea from that world.

Scented tea is made from green tea with jasmine flowers scented during the dog days of summer. The tea has a floral aroma and can also balance out the slight bitterness of green tea. It is very delicious, refreshing and mouth-watering.

More importantly, this can also relieve the pain Yuan Yi feels when drinking the medicine.

Cui Tao saw Yuan Yi staring at her young lady, so she stood up and left. Before leaving, she even picked up the sleeping little flower spirit.

The little star who was sleeping on the pillow woke up with his eyes closed, then fell asleep again in Crisp Peach's hand.

When Cuitao went out, she was startled by Yu Shao who suddenly jumped out. Her hand shook and the little flower spirit fell down. When Cuitao screamed, Yu Shao reached out to catch it, and the little flower spirit fell safely into Yu Shao's palm. The little flower spirit had not woken up yet and just subconsciously grabbed Yu Shao's fingers.

"Where is Miss Cuitao going?" Yu Liao asked softly. He was indifferent to Cuitao at first, but last time this girl came out to treat their injuries, Yu Liao at least didn't dislike her.

Cuitao looked at Xiaohualing worriedly. The guy was still sleeping comfortably in the palm of her hand, with his belly rising and falling, and his little hands still holding onto her fingers.

Humph, you have no conscience, Cuitao remembered that it was this man's earlobe that Xiao Hualing gently pulled.

"Kitchen, get some snacks for the young lady, no, for the Crown Princess." Cuitao answered obediently. How to put it? Cuitao was originally afraid of the two brothers, they were weird, looked very good but were always scary.

However, Cuitao promised Fanyue that she would not be afraid and would never leave.

"Oh, we are going the same way." Yu Liao raised his other hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Cuitao glanced at the Sleeping God in Yu Liao's hand. The other party had no intention of returning it. Feeling Cuitao's gaze, Yu Liao clenched his palm slightly and hid the little flower spirit.

Cui Tao smiled and said, "Just give Xingxing to me." After all, Xingxing is a girl, even if she has no conscience, she is still a girl, so she has to be taken back.

Yu Liao tightened his grip, "No problem, I'll take the two girls on their way."

Cuitao had no choice but to follow Yu Liao to the kitchen, secretly quickening her pace as Yu Liao felt the small thing in his palm.

Ever since that day when the Crown Princess deprived Yu Liao of the opportunity to take care of Xiao Hua Ling in front of everyone, Xiao Hua Ling acted like a thief and kept hiding from Yu Liao all the time.

When they saw each other occasionally, they would avoid eye contact. Every day, he was either with Cuitao or Fanyue, and was rarely alone.

As for Yu Liao, he was also caught by Yu Xiao and questioned for a long time.

Yu Xiao asked him why he treated Little Flower Spirit like that, Yu Liao couldn't explain it clearly. He had thought about it, but he didn't want to see Little Flower Spirit flying around like a fool who did nothing but eat and sleep.

He didn't want to see the little flower spirit being surrounded by people, he always felt that the cage was more suitable for her. It was best for her to stay in the cage next to him.

He wanted to control her, hold her like this.

At that time, Yu Xiao looked at herself with an unclear and unreadable gaze, "You need to see your own thoughts clearly." Yu Xiao said so.

See clearly? Not clearly. If he really made up his mind, Yu Liao knew that this thing had died hundreds of times in his hands.

But Yu Liao would not let her die. No one could let her die. Ever since she opened her grape-like eyes, Yu Xiao would not allow her to die.

What was he struggling with? He himself didn't know.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Yu Liao. Please return the stars to me." Cui Tao stopped when she saw the kitchen and stood in front of Yu Liao. When Yu Liao heard the word "return", his heart sank and his face turned cold.

Although Cui Tao was afraid, she still stretched out her hand, pursed her lips, and looked at Yu Liao with a firm gaze.

The little flower spirit became plump and round after eating so much. It felt heavy and cool in the hand, just like a large blooming flower just picked in the morning, delicate and tender.

Yu Liao curled up a smile and said, "This little guy is sleeping so soundly." After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and Cui Tao quickly picked up the little flower spirit and put it in his arms.

Looking at Cuitao's back, Yu Liao frowned slightly, feeling unhappy. Not knowing the reason for his unhappiness made him even more upset.

Returning to Cuitao's arms, the little flower spirit opened her eyes, her eyes green and sparkling with no sign of sleepiness at all.

As early as when Yu Shao tightened his grip, the little guy woke up. She knew exactly which fingers she was holding. Was it him? Was he caught again? From the initial fear, to ~ an indescribable familiarity?