After the marriage, my husband's family listened to my voice and turned the tide

Ke Xin said: "No need to be polite."

The bailiff did not dare to delay and hurried inside to report.

Not long after, a thin middle-aged man came out from inside. He walked hurriedly, taking two steps at a time, and bowed to the two people.

"Your humble servant greets the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess."

The man in front of him was thinner than he remembered. He was only thirty years old, but his temples were already gray. Shang Tingli was deeply moved. Time flies. In his memory, this man was still a healthy young man.

"Uncle Ming is so polite."

Hearing a familiar name, Qiu Ming looked up in surprise and stammered, "You are... Xiaoli?"

Shang Tingli smiled and nodded: "It's me."

"This..." Qiu Ming was surprised when he saw the still bright and beautiful girl in front of him. He wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start.

Shang Tingli said, "This is not the place to talk. Why don't we go in first, Uncle Ming?"

Qiu Ming glanced outside and saw that people had gathered to watch. "Yes, please come in quickly."

Ke Xin strode forward.

Monk Qiu Ming listened and followed.

When they got inside, Qiu Ming led the way to the third hall, the prefect's backyard residence, and then led people directly to the main courtyard.

"Shengchun, hurry up and serve the guests some good tea." Qiu Ming instructed the maid in the hall, "Douxue, go and invite the Madam."

After drinking tea, the prefect's wife Zhang Xiaoyan also arrived.

"I heard that there are distinguished guests visiting your residence. I apologize for not welcoming you in person. I will ask for your forgiveness. I will order someone to prepare a banquet for you. I hope you will do me the honor..."

Zhang Xiaoyan came in from outside and spoke slowly before she stepped into the hall. When she saw who was in the hall, she was stunned.

Her voice became hoarse: "But little Li girl?"

Shang Tingli's smiling eyes met those moist eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes for a moment, and he said crisply, "Aunt Yan."

"Hey!" Zhang Xiaoyan lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. "It's been many years since we last met. Xiaoli has grown so big. Ayang would definitely be pleased if he knew about this."

Qiu Ming introduced her, "This is the Crown Prince of Ren, and Xiaoli is already the Crown Prince's Consort."

Zhang Xiaoyan was shocked and bowed quickly, "Greetings to the Crown Prince and Crown Princess."

Shang Tingli helped her up and said softly, "Aunt Yan, you are so polite."

The seat at the top was vacant, and Qiu Ming sat opposite the young couple. Zhang Xiaoyan then sat down next to Qiu Ming, clasped her hands together, and said devoutly, "Amitabha, God still has a conscience."

Shang Tingli laughed, not understanding why she said "Amitabha".

[It's great, it's no different from the old days. I thought Uncle Ming and Aunt Yan had changed, but I was overthinking.]

In this warm moment, Ke Xin did not intend to interrupt, but just sipped tea leisurely beside her.

"Six years ago, when Xiaoli went to Beijing, she was only ten years old. In the blink of an eye, the little girl of that year has become a married woman."

Zhang Xiaoyan's peaceful gaze fell on Shang Tingli, tears welling in her eyes. She held back her tears and glanced at Ke Xin beside her.

"It seems that your uncle's family treats you well?"

She thought that since she could secure a position for her niece as the Crown Prince's Consort, the Yu family would certainly not treat her niece harshly.

Shang Tingli was somewhat speechless. No matter what happened in the past, it was in the past. He didn't want her to worry, so he didn't deny it. He just asked, "Are Aunt Yan and Uncle Ming okay?"

Qiu Ming and Zhang Xiaoyan have been husband and wife for many years. Zhang Xiaoyan was ill when she was young and could not have children. Qiu Ming respected her, loved her and cared about her. She was the only woman in the backyard, so they had no children. In the past years, they also treated Shang Tingli as their own daughter. It was a pity that Yu Yang arranged for his daughter to return to his uncle's house before he died.

"We're fine." The couple nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Xiaoyan asked, "Xiao Li, are you back to visit your parents?" Then she glanced at Ke Xin and thought that she must have brought her husband back to worship her parents.

Shang Tingli: “Yes.”

Zhang Xiaoyan knew that Shang Dan and Yu Yang did not leave a room for their daughter in Nanwu before they left. She asked, "How long do the prince and Xiaoli plan to stay? You must stay in the mansion."

Ke Xin smiled and said, "Listen to her."

Zhang Xiaoyan couldn't help but look at Qiu Ming, and the emotions in their eyes were only understood by each other.

Shang Tingli said, "Then it would be disrespectful for us to refuse." She thought for a moment and said, "We should stay a little longer."

Zhang Xiaoyan said yes again and again: "Of course, of course."

The sunlight outside was a pale orange, and it was setting in the west, approaching dusk.

"You have come from far away and are exhausted from the long journey. It is almost the evening hour today, why don't you go and have a meal first?" Zhang Xiaoyan said.

Shang Tingli did not refuse, and everyone was indeed hungry.

The couple followed Qiu Ming and Zhang Xiaoyan to the dining hall. The maids Fang Zhi and Gan Tang, the two secret guards Du Heng and Chang Di, and the coachman Ma Chao followed Zhang Xiaoyan's maid to the kitchen, where the five of them ate.

At the dinner table, perhaps because they hadn’t seen each other for many years, no one kept silent while eating, but instead chatted animatedly.

This meal took a full hour.

The guest room had been prepared when they arrived, and someone was sent to take them to the room after dinner.

After putting away the valuables, Shang Tingli went out to look for Zhang Xiaoyan, and Ke Xin also came to Qiu Ming's study.

Zhang Xiaoyan was slightly surprised when she saw Shang Tingli: "Why doesn't Xiaoli take a rest?"

Shang Tingli smiled and said, "I just ate my fill. I wanted to talk to Aunt Yan and eat some snacks at the same time."

"You're right."

Zhang Xiaoyan took her to visit the garden.

The third hall is not too big, it is just a courtyard with three entrances. The garden is built in the courtyard. A pavilion is built near the west ear room. There is a path paved with river stones under the corridor. The original crape myrtles on the roadside have been replaced by hibiscus, but the same beauty and fragrance remain unchanged.

"Your mother used to love crape myrtles very much. Seeing the crape myrtles all over the yard often reminds me of her. Sometimes I can't help crying because I can't control my bladder." Zhang Xiaoyan explained the disappearance of the crape myrtles in the yard. "Your uncle Ming couldn't bear to see me sad, so he asked people to cut down the crape myrtles and plant this hibiscus instead."

Shang Tingli said, "Hibiscus is not bad either."

Hibiscus is Zhang Xiaoyan's favorite flower, which shows Qiu Ming's intentions.

Zhang Xiaoyan smiled bitterly: "But I live in this house all day long. Even if Ziwei is gone, how can I not miss her?"

She couldn't get over the first two years after Yu Yang left, and it was only in the past two years that she gradually let it go. However, she would still cry when she occasionally thought of that bright and beautiful woman.

Shang Tingli didn't know how to comfort her, so he said softly, "The dead cannot be resurrected."

I still remember that when her parents first passed away, she was depressed all day long and felt that there was no hope in life.

But in life, separation is inevitable.

Zhang Xiaoyan wiped her eyes, sniffed, and said, "Let's not talk about these sad things."

She looked at Shang Tingli and asked, "Is Xiaoli living happily in her husband's family?"

The son of Prince Naren looked to be barely old enough to come of age, with an extraordinary appearance and a handsomeness that made it hard to take your eyes off him. However, his eyes were as cold as water, without a hint of warmth, and he was a member of the royal family.

Zhang Xiaoyan was a little afraid that her daughter would marry the wrong man.