Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Meng Tingyue had heard of Jinxiu Pavilion in the capital. The items sold in the shop were all for the powerful and wealthy in the capital, and they were all fine products.

Princess Luo Jia nodded gently upon hearing this, and said, "That's right, if you need anything in the future, please feel free to come. I'll tell them to give you a 20% discount."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue couldn't help but smile gently, "I've taken this to heart. Luo Jia, don't regret it later."

Upon hearing this, Princess Luo Jia patted her chest cheerfully, her smile as bright as the sun, "Don't worry, I, Luo Jia, always keep my word and do what I say."

As she spoke, Meng Tingyue took out the exquisite brocade handkerchief from her sleeve and gently handed it to Princess Luo Jia. "Take a closer look and see if you can recognize the origin of this handkerchief."

Princess Luo Jia gently took the handkerchief, glanced at it, and said firmly, "This kind of material is only used in the imperial palace. My father's handkerchief is not of this color. It can only be used by my royal brother."

Meng Tingyue heard this and thought to herself.

Princess Luojia is the sixth princess of the royal family. She has five older brothers, three of whom have gone to their fiefdoms, and the remaining two remain in the capital.

The King of Qing was weak and had suffered from many illnesses since childhood. It was impossible for him to go to Jiangnan when he was young.

As for the other princes, Meng Tingyue didn't know much about them.

"Luo Jia, which prince do you think made this handkerchief?" Meng Tingyue asked softly.

Princess Luojia looked at Meng Tingyue with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"The Empress's sister-in-law couldn't guess it?"

Meng Tingyue gave him a puzzled look.

Seeing that she was truly clueless, Princess Luo Jia slowly revealed the answer: "Sister-in-law, this handkerchief belongs to my royal brother. How could you, as his Crown Princess, not recognize it?"

A hint of surprise flashed through Meng Tingyue's eyes, and she subconsciously asked, "Did the prince go to Jiangnan when he was young?"

Princess Luo Jia nodded slightly: "I have been there."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tingyue slowly lowered her eyes, quietly hiding the complicated thoughts in her eyes.

She didn't expect that the prince had actually been to Jiangnan.

"Luo Jia, do you know why the Crown Prince went to Jiangnan?"

Princess Luojia shook her head.

After returning home from Jinxiu Pavilion, Meng Tingyue learned that Shen Yunheng was in the house, so she went straight to the kitchen and prepared a table of exquisite food.

As night fell, Shen Yunheng felt that the atmosphere in the house was not right as soon as he entered.

"Husband." When Meng Tingyue saw Shen Yunheng approaching, her eyes instantly brightened up, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Shen Yunheng walked steadily and slowly sat down at the table.

"Husband, try this steamed mandarin fish." Meng Tingyue picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and handed it to him.

Under her earnest gaze, Shen Yunheng slowly opened his mouth, chewed slowly, and savored the delicious taste in his mouth.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke in a deep and magnetic voice, "Did you make this dish yourself?"

A surprised smile instantly blossomed on Meng Tingyue's face, like a flower just blooming in spring. "How could my husband be able to tell the difference?"

Shen Yunheng nodded slightly, a hint of imperceptible admiration flashing in his eyes, "It is indeed different from the cooking skills of the chef in the mansion."

Meng Tingyue's eyes were filled with a hint of joy, just like the stars shining in the night sky outside the house, "As long as my husband likes it."

It was worth her half-day effort.

"But is there anything you want?" Shen Yunheng gently put down his chopsticks, with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

Meng Tingyue's eyes flickered as she heard this, gentle yet playful, "I just wanted to personally make a few side dishes for my husband as a token of my appreciation. What else can I ask for?"

There wasn't much belief in Shen Yunheng's expression, and his eyes fixed on her were filled with a hint of speculation.

Seeing this, Meng Tingyue slowly took out an exquisite brocade handkerchief from her lapel and asked, "Is this your husband's handkerchief?"

Shen Yunheng's gaze gently fell, fixed on the brocade handkerchief, and confirmed: "It is indeed mine."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue's guess was confirmed, and the smile in her eyes deepened a little bit, "Husband, have you ever been to Jiangnan?"

Shen Yunheng seemed to be thinking about something. Although he didn't know why she asked this, he nodded in affirmation.

"My husband, did you meet me in Jiangnan when you were young?"