Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Chapter 321

Yinzhen gently took Wu Xiha into his arms, his strong arms gently around her waist. He lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "Youyou." The voice was low and somewhat doting, as if she was the only one in the world who could make him so tender.

He paused slightly, looked at her with concern, and continued, "If you feel bored staying in our house, just come to Third Brother's house. It's a good opportunity to be with Third Sister-in-law and Nuonuo.

At this point, his eyes became serious. He reached out and gently patted her shoulder, solemnly admonishing her, "But when you go, remember to send someone to the Ministry of Revenue to inform them. As soon as I finish these things at hand, I will immediately go to Third Brother's house to pick you up."

Wu Xiha leaned slightly to the side, delicately leaning against Yinzhen's broad, strong arms. Her head rested lightly on his chest, and she could clearly hear his steady, strong heartbeat. She raised her affectionate eyes, looked into Yinzhen's resolute yet gentle face, and whispered softly, "Yes, I know." Her voice was like a spring breeze blowing through the flowers, gentle yet filled with concern.

Then, Wu Xiha stretched out a hand, gently pulled Yinzhen's sleeve, shook it slightly, and continued: "You must also eat on time in the Ministry of Revenue. Although those complicated affairs are important, your health is more important. You always forget about everything when you are busy. If you are so busy that you forget to eat, how can you starve yourself? And, don't tire yourself out. If you are exhausted, what can I do?" Her tone was full of worry and heartache, and her eyes were full of attachment.

Yinzhen looked at the woman in his arms who cared about him so much, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He slowly lowered his head, looking at Wu Xiha tenderly, and reached out to gently brush away a strand of hair scattered on her cheek, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing this beautiful moment. Then, he leaned closer and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead, a kiss filled with endless affection and promise. He whispered, "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself. You worry about me so much, if I don't take good care of myself, wouldn't I be letting you down. Don't worry too much at home, take good care of yourself, and don't let me worry about you when I'm away." His voice was low and warm, as if there was an invisible power that instantly dissipated a lot of the worries in Wu Xiha's heart.

The magnificent carriage slowly stopped in front of the vermilion gate, the sound of the wheels scraping against the ground abruptly fading. The horse atop the shaft snorted softly and tossed its head, seemingly heaving a sigh of relief.

Yinzhen sat upright in the carriage. Upon hearing the noise, he gracefully and calmly lifted the curtain embroidered with delicate cloud patterns and was the first to step out. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his yellow robe fluttering in the breeze. His deep features, once stern, now held a touch of tenderness. He walked steadily to the side of the carriage, slowly raising his long, bony hand. He gazed softly into the carriage and whispered, "Slow down. Watch your step." His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a reassuring power.

Inside the carriage, Wu Xiha slightly adjusted the hem of her skirt. The pink peony flowers embroidered on it looked particularly beautiful in the sunlight. She stretched out a slender, white hand and placed it on Yinzhen's. Those hands were warm and strong, and she felt strangely at ease. She followed Yinzhen's strength and stepped lightly out of the carriage. After her feet landed firmly on the ground, she said softly, "Finally, we're home."

Yinzhen looked at her relieved expression, his lips curled up slightly, his eyes filled with doting. His hand still supported her, as if afraid she would fall accidentally. The two of them stood quietly beside the carriage, the breeze gently blowing, ruffling their hair and bringing the fragrance of flowers from the mansion, as if even the air had become sweet.