The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

After Jiang Wumei returned to the palace, Xiao Tong was still in the imperial study and had not returned to the bedroom.

The hem of her skirt was soaked with rainwater, so as soon as she returned to Fengwu Palace, Jiang Wumei ordered people to prepare water for bathing to ward off the cold.

Qingzhi, who was serving the little prince next door, heard the little palace maid coming to remind her. She asked two smart palace maids and eunuchs beside her to play with the little prince, and she got up and hurried to Fengwu Palace.

The bathroom was filled with hot steam.

The flower petals float on the water waves, and the woman's delicate and undulating curves are half hidden in the water.

Qingzhi took a few steps forward and gently scooped water for the woman. The water droplets jumped and rolled on her jade-like skin, giving it a shiny luster.

"My Lady, did your trip to Huguo Temple go smoothly today?"

Qingzhi only knew that Jiang Wumei went to the Huguo Temple with Xu Junjun today, and had no idea what they were going to do specifically.

Jiang Wumei hummed, her beautiful eyes tinged with fatigue.

"It went pretty well."

Noticing that Jiang Wumei's tone was not right, Qingzhi raised his head and spoke in a lower and softer voice:

"Have you, Madam, had your meal at Huguo Temple? If not, I will have someone prepare some snacks."

She did not ask Jiang Wumei what happened in Huguo Temple, but just asked one more question to take into account Jiang Wumei's current mood.

Jiang Wumei didn't refuse:

"Okay, prepare some snacks that An'er likes. After I take a bath, have them bring An'er over."

Jiang Wumei was still thinking about what Le Chen said today, and she couldn't quite come to terms with it.

After bathing, Qingzhi dried Jiang Wumei's long hair. It was still early, and thinking that the emperor would return to the palace to have dinner with his queen soon, Qingzhi prepared to tie Jiang Wumei's long hair up.

But today, Jiang Wumei was in a really bad mood. She stopped Qingzhi and asked someone to take the child over.

After Qingzhi responded and left, he went downstairs to order people to prepare food and also ordered them to prepare an extra bowl of ginger soup.

Jiang Wumei didn't need the palace maids to serve her. She took out a plain hairpin and casually pinned it in her long hair.

Qingzhi brought An'er into the hall, and the palace maid was bringing in ginger soup.

Jiang Wumei smiled, hugged the child, put him beside her to eat snacks together, and took the ginger soup handed to her by Qingzhi and drank it in small sips.

The mother and son sat together. An'er excitedly shared with Jiang Wumei in a childish voice what he had played with in the palace today. His face was flushed with sweat.

Jiang Wumei didn't mind that he was dirty. After drinking the ginger soup, she smiled and gently pinched the soft flesh of his face, and gently praised him, "Our An'er is awesome."

The little guy was coaxed into happiness again, and he started giggling while pulling Jiang Wumei, like a newborn sun.

Xiao Tong was worried about Jiang Wumei's trip to Huguo Temple today, so he came back early again.

The setting sun filled the sky, and colorful clouds connected to the corridor bridge in the sky. Xiao Tong stepped into Fengwu Palace and just in time heard the clear and pleasant laughter of mother and son.

"May the Emperor be well and safe.

"May the Emperor be well..."

The eunuchs and palace maids were kneeling on the ground, but Xiao Tong strode into the hall without looking around.

The mother and son sat on the soft couch beside the bed. Their two similar faces, one big and one small, glowed softly under the colorful light from the window pane.

The scene before his eyes turned into a trickle of water that warmed Xiao Tong's entire heart, bringing a happy arc to the corners of his mouth.

"Mother, Father is back."

Seeing Xiao Tong, An'er's round eyes widened with excitement. He couldn't wait to jump off the couch, ran to Xiao Tong and hugged his thighs tightly.

Looking at his son's clear and bright eyes, Xiao Tong's rare fatherly love overflowed. He bent down and picked up the little boy steadily.

The vision suddenly rose higher, and An'er happily hugged Xiao Tong's neck and cheered, causing Xiao Tong's smile to deepen. He reached out and rubbed An'er's round little head.

After the family of three finished dinner, Jiang Wumei asked Qingzhi to take An'er back to the palace to take a bath and sleep.

By the time Xiao Tong took a shower, changed his clothes and went to bed, it was already dark.

Jiang Wumei was wearing a thin nightgown, and when she raised her arms, her beauty was revealed, which made Xiao Tong's throat dry.

In front of Niao Niao, Xiao Tong had no self-control at all. The next second, he was ready to follow his heart and kiss that sweet fragrance, but an arm supported his chest.

Xiao Tong lowered his eyes, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. During dinner today, he noticed that Niao Niao was in a bad mood. It seemed that it was not just his illusion.

Suppressing the surging heat in his blood, Xiao Tong hugged the woman and laid her on his chest. He smelled the elegant fragrance in her hair and said in a low voice:

"But what did Master Liaochen tell you?"

Jiang Wumei had originally planned to discuss this matter with Xiao Tong tonight. When he asked, she took the opportunity to tell him everything that happened in the Huguo Temple today, including Xu Junjun's burning incense for Madam Huo and her meeting with Huo Qiming.

With the Qilin Guard following him, Xiao Tong had already known about Huo Qiming.

However, when Jiang Wumei and Xu Junjun met Chen, the Qilin Guards just surrounded the yard vigilantly and could not hear what the three people said.

After hearing Jiang Wumei's words, Xiao Tong frowned deeply and looked straight at her:

"Master Liaochen said that An'er suffered a bloody disaster when he was ten years old?"

Jiang Wumei heard Xiao Tong's heartbeat become slower and slower, and knew that he was also concerned.

"Well, I've read Master Chen's meaning and it seems An'er will encounter a fatal disaster when he's ten years old..."

Jiang Wumei paused for a moment, and the irritation between her brows finally became uncontrollable:

"But An'er is still young, and Master Lechen is already over seventy years old. If An'er were to travel alone with Master Lechen, I would be worried.

emperor."

Jiang Wumei looked up at Xiao Tong and met the man's eyes that were as deep as a cold pool.

Xiao Tong hugged Jiang Wumei's shoulders, his eyes filled with coldness, but he was distracted to comfort Jiang Wumei:

"Don't worry, I will go to the Huguo Temple in person after the court session tomorrow.

If An'er really needs to travel with him, I will arrange everything."

He and Niao Niao's only child, Xiao Tong would never let anything happen to him.

Xiao Tong had a plan in mind, and the frown on his brow eased a little. He turned around and started talking about Jun Xiaochen and Xu Junjun to divert Jiang Wumei's attention.

Xiao Tong knew that Jiang Wumei cared deeply about the child and didn't want her to worry about it all the time.

Jiang Wumei noticed Xiao Tong's intention and did not refuse him. She followed Xiao Tong's topic and chatted for a while, and then the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, after the morning court session, Xiao Tong changed into casual clothes and took Chen Yu and Zhao Qi to the Huguo Temple again.

After seeing Chen, Xiao Tong stayed in the Zen room for a full hour before walking out of the Zen temple and returning to the palace.

Jiang Wumei had been waiting in the palace, but it was getting dark and she didn't see Xiao Tong coming back.

It was almost time for dinner and An'er was complaining that he was hungry, so Jiang Wumei ordered someone to deliver dinner first.

The meal was served, and Jiang Wumei ate some with the child. She was so absent-minded that she almost got scalded by the hot soup.

Qingzhi quickly moved the soup bowl away and personally served the two of them their meal.

After the little guy had eaten and drunk his fill, he curled up on the soft couch like a little penguin, his little head nodding from sleepiness.

Jiang Wumei looked at him for a while, then finally curled her lips, personally held the child in her arms, and sent him back to the bedroom.

After wiping the little guy's hands and feet clean and putting him in the soft big bed, Jiang Wumei sat by the bed and looked at the child's sleeping face for a long time before getting up and returning to the palace.

Tonight, Xiao Tong returned to the palace exceptionally late.

After taking a bath, Jiang Wumei leaned on the couch by the window and read a travel journal for nearly an hour before she vaguely heard some noise coming from outside the hall.