After traveling through time, I married a male princess

Three days later, Ye Yanxing and Fu Qianrun were about to set off back to Yizhou.

The night before leaving, Mrs. Hou talked to Fu Qianrun alone.

"Ruyu, what do you think of Yizhou?" Mrs. Hou held Fu Qianrun's hand, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Mother, do you want to ask whether the prince is good to me?" Fu Qianrun pointed out the Marquis's thoughts.

"Although you seem to be fine now, mother also wants to know what you think." The Marquis's wife sighed softly.

"Don't worry, mother. The prince is fine and treats me very well." Fu Qianrun lowered his eyes and looked at his mother who was worried about him, feeling a little distressed.

"Then, then, Your Majesty, do you have any close friends in Yizhou?" the Marquis's wife asked in a roundabout way.

Fu Qianrun heard it, and he couldn't help but smile, "As far as I know, there shouldn't be any."

"Ruyu, mother is worried..." Mrs. Hou's face was full of confusion.

As a mother, you should teach your children how to be knowledgeable, interesting, generous, and how to live a good life with your partner.

What she actually wanted to discuss with Fu Qianrun now was to ask him to do everything possible to stop Ye Yanxing from bringing people to the backyard of the palace.

Her daughter, Ruyu, should have listened to how to be upright outside and how to love her partner at home, so as to make the family harmonious and peaceful and have children.

Instead of listening to her talk about some shady and shameful tricks in the inner house!

The more the Marquis's wife thought about it, the more upset she felt, and finally she couldn't help but shed tears.

"Mother." Fu Qianrun gently put his arm around her shoulders and let her lean on him to vent.

He knew that his mother was hesitant to speak, and he understood her inner struggle.

"Don't worry, mother. The prince won't take a concubine, and there won't be anyone else in his backyard." Fu Qianrun comforted her.

After hearing this, the Marquis’s wife cried even more sadly.

She is as beautiful as jade.

After Fu Qianrun said this, he didn't say anything else. He sat quietly and let the Marquis's wife cry and vent.

Whether two people are good or not, only the two parties themselves know. No matter how much they say, others will only know one side of the story.

Only those who wear shoes know whether they fit or not.

After a long while, Mrs. Hou finally stopped feeling sad. She sat up straight and used a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Fu Qianrun took the handkerchief from her hand and wiped her gently. If it affected her makeup a little, he would use the handkerchief to smooth it over.

"Mother, take care of yourself. Don't worry too much. Your son is doing well." Fu Qianrun said as he wiped the tears from Madam Hou's eyes. "At first I was resentful, but later, I was willing."

"Mom, I am honored to meet Ah Xing"

"Mother, I am pleased with him."

After hearing this, the Marquis’s wife couldn’t stop crying.

But this time I feel a little relieved.

As long as Ru Yu is safe and happy, nothing else matters.

"No matter what, as long as the Marquis and I are still here, the Marquis' Mansion will always be your home."

"Son knows." Fu Qianrun's voice was choked with sobs, and his hands holding the handkerchief were shaking a little.

"You and father take care of yourselves. The prince and I will be back when we are free."

"Silly children, the princes are not allowed to enter the imperial city without permission, so don't do anything stupid!"

"it is good."

Fu Qianrun thought that maybe they would come back next year, and the queen would give birth to a dragon, and the whole world would celebrate.

But he couldn't say anything about things that had not been made public.

The mother and son chatted for a long time before Fu Qianrun left.

As soon as Fu Qianrun left, Fu Ting came back and asked, "Have you finished your chat?"

"Okay, we've finished chatting." The Marquis's wife no longer had the sadness she just had, and instead there was relief on her face.

Everyone has his or her own destiny, and no matter how much she worries, it will be useless.

Fu Ting nodded without asking any further questions.

The next morning, Ye Yanxing and Fu Qianrun walked out of the gate of the Marquis' Mansion, with Fu Ting, the Marquis's wife, and Fu Qianrui following behind them to see them off.

"Father, Mother, Xiaorui, there's no need to see you off, go back." Fu Qianrun stopped them.

"Hey." The Marquis's wife responded, "No need to send us off. We'll just send us off here!"

"Be careful on the road." Fu Ting said.

"Your Highness, Brother, take care." Fu Qianrui also said.

Ye Yanxing nodded at them, then he and Fu Qianrun mounted their horses and left.

The three of them didn't turn back until the two figures completely disappeared.

What no one knew was that in the highest attic in the palace, there was a person who had been looking towards the city gate.

As soon as they got out of the city gate, Ye Yanxing put the things that the Marquis's wife had prepared for them into the space, leaving only two light packages outside as a cover.

The two of them galloped all the way and only stopped to rest when it was completely dark.

Ye Yanxing brought both the man and the horse into the space, and Zhuifeng and Feipian skillfully went to the grass to find food.

As soon as Xiaopang felt their breath, he immediately shook his round body happily, showing his good mood.

The fruits at the top of the tree have also grown visibly larger.

It was so enthusiastic that Ye Yanxing couldn't ignore it, so he could only follow Fu Qianrun.

"Chubby, are you bored again?" Ye Yanxing gently tapped the shell of its fruit.

Xiaopang shook his body even more happily, and it was obvious that he also liked Ye Yanxing's touch very much.

"Stop shaking it, or it will break." Ye Yanxing reminded it.

Fu Qianrun also gently stroked its shell, with a smile on his face.

While Fu Qianrun was playing with Xiaopang, Ye Yanxing went to the orchard to pick some strawberries to eat after dinner.

"Okay, let's go eat first. We'll have plenty of time to play with it later anyway."

After picking strawberries, Ye Yanxing came back and pulled Fu Qianrun towards the villa.

Fu Qianrun let him pull him forward, but reached into the basket with his free hand to eat some strawberries.

Ye Yanxing noticed Fu Qianrun's little action, smiled lightly, then moved the basket a little further to make it easier for him to take it.

The strawberries haven’t been washed yet, but there’s no pollution here, so it’s okay to eat them.

In the past, I would wash it before eating it, just because it was a habit.

After entering the villa, Ye Yanxing rinsed the strawberries with water before putting them on a plate on the tea table.

"Madam, please watch TV here for a while. I'll go cook." Ye Yanxing said as he pushed Fu Qianrun onto the sofa.

"Yeah." Fu Qianrun responded.

At the beginning, he felt uneasy because Ye Yanxing was always the one cooking, and he wanted to go into the kitchen to help several times.

After trying a few times, I found that he was really not that cut out for it, so I just sat there and waited for the meal with peace of mind.

He turned on the TV and saw a variety show in which the women were wearing rather scantily clad clothes. Fu Qianrun took one look and changed the channel.

No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn't accept wearing such...

He was not used to both men and women, and sometimes even when wearing Ye Yanxing's short-sleeved shirt and shorts here, he felt very uncomfortable.

So unless he had to, he would not wear Ye Yanxing's short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts.

But long-sleeved pajamas are okay. They are made of ice silk and Fu Qianrun likes the touch of that material.

He changed channels several times but couldn't find what Fu Qianrun wanted to watch. Finally, when he got impatient, he switched to a war movie.

He put down the remote control and began to watch TV immersively.

In the war-torn era, how many people fought for peace, how many people sacrificed their lives for peace, and how many people were displaced.

Fu Qianrun sighed slightly. War is cruel no matter when and where.