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

Qinglan hurried into the kitchen, with a hint of urgency in her voice: "Crown Princess, His Highness has entered the palace."

Meng Tingyue was wearing a casual dress and standing sideways next to Chef Wu, discussing the lunch menu with him.

As soon as Qinglan finished speaking, Meng Tingyue's slender eyebrows slightly frowned, "Did you say when you will be back?"

Qinglan shook his head.

Seeing this, Chef Wu tentatively asked, "Crown Princess, do we still need to arrange for someone to go and purchase those ingredients today?"

Meng Tingyue waved her hand, "Not necessary for now."

What's the point of her carefully preparing all this food if the person she wants to appease is not here.

"Go back to the house first."

Qinglan opened the umbrella, and the two of them walked into the rain curtain woven by the drizzle.

The rain was not heavy, so Meng Tingyue's body was not very wet.

Only the pair of shoes on her feet, which were covered with mud and a little wet, were replaced with new ones.

The house was warm. Meng Tingyue took off the clothes she was wearing and sat in front of the desk, carefully looking through the personnel list of the shops in the mansion, her eyes focused and deep.

Those shops laid off a lot of people, and she needed to arrange some more people to go in.

There was some overlap in the items sold in the shop, so she decided to renovate it.

She couldn't help but have the idea of ​​opening a security company again.

Meng Tingyue held the pen in her hand and poked her cheek again and again, looking through the window at the rain outside.

The persimmon tree in the yard stands tall and majestic, its branches and leaves swaying gently under the caress of the drizzle. Water droplets gather at the tips of the green leaves, then slide down quietly, with a bit of reluctance, pressing the leaves down slightly.

Through the layers of green, several precious flowers at the base of the wall are faintly visible. They have experienced the baptism of last night's rainstorm, and their petals are scattered all over the ground, like dreams picked by wind and rain, messy and sad.

The endless rain blurred the greenery and weaved a beautiful and artistic painting.

Nanny Qin followed Meng Tingyue's gaze and looked outside, she couldn't help but sigh, "It looks like the rain will stop in the next two days. Last night's downpour almost crushed the branches of the flowers. These flowers are so beautiful, it would be a pity if they were crushed."

Meng Tingyue's eyes were clear and she opened her lips slightly: "Mammy, when will His Royal Highness the Crown Prince return?"

Upon hearing this, Nanny Qin hurriedly replied, "A guard just came to report that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not be returning home for lunch today."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue nodded slightly and instructed, "Qingdian, go pick out a suitable coat and send it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince later."

Qingdian obeyed the order and acted quickly.

Nanny Qin's eyes were gleaming with irrepressible joy, thinking that their feelings had warmed after spending time together last night, and that their relationship had made subtle progress.

"Crown Princess, are you worried about His Highness?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Tingyue paused slightly, then slowly nodded.

This rain would not stop so easily in the previous life, otherwise it would not have caused the flood in Taoheng City. The drizzle was just an illusion during the day. After the hour of Wei, the heavy rain would surely come back.

She was secretly worried that if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince failed to return before then, he would probably be soaked by the rain again.

It was pouring rain and she couldn't go to pick him up in person, so she sent him a piece of clothing to show her gratitude and to quickly clear up the misunderstanding of the prince's words to her that day.

When Shen Yunheng finished his work and was about to return to the palace, it was already the end of the afternoon. The drizzle turned into heavy rain again, pouring down recklessly.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, weighing heavily on people's hearts, just like his mood at the moment, with a gloomy haze that was hard to dispel.

Eunuch Su stood quietly to one side and asked softly, "Your Highness, would you like to stay in the palace for dinner and wait until the rain subsides before returning home?"

Shen Yunheng shook his head gently. Although his tone was calm, it revealed an unquestionable determination: "No need. Eunuch Su does not need to see me off for the rest of the journey. I wish to return alone. Eunuch Su, please return to serve my father."

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Su lowered his eyes, looking extremely submissive. He slowly watched Shen Yunheng's figure gradually merge into the inky black rain curtain.

Only after it disappeared did he turn around and report to the emperor.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor felt a subtle sense of relief. "Look at him. He has a deep bond with the Crown Princess. Even in a torrential downpour, he's eager to return home and stay by her side. He's a bit more understanding and thoughtful than I was back then."

There was a hint of reminiscence in the emperor's tone, and he sighed slowly.

Eunuch Su waited silently on the side, as if he had not caught the vague self-talk, and was just respectful.

"Your Majesty, someone from Concubine Shu has come to ask if you would like to move to Shuwen Palace for dinner today?" Eunuch Su broke the silence at the right time.

The emperor hesitated for a moment, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. "Let's forget about it today. Let's go to the queen's place and have dinner with her."

At the same time, Shen Yunheng had already walked outside the palace and stepped lightly into the carriage. As soon as he entered, he saw a dark-colored robe neatly placed inside the carriage.

Ling Xiao was outside the carriage, his voice penetrating the rain, clearly and urgently reporting, "Your Highness, this was personally delivered by the Crown Princess at noon."

After Shen Yunheng sat steadily in the carriage, the carriage slowly started and headed towards the Prince's Mansion.

He gently picked up the coat, as if he could still catch the faint and distant fragrance on Meng Tingyue's body, and a soft and hidden corner in his heart seemed to be gently touched.

Shen Yunheng's fingertips unconsciously fell on the delicate and exquisite dark patterns on the clothes, stroking them gently.

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Meng Tingyue originally thought that in this torrential rain, the prince would have dinner in the palace before coming back, but just as she sat down to eat, she heard the voice of a servant coming in hurriedly to report.

In just half a cup of tea, Shen Yunheng's figure had quietly appeared in the rain in the inner courtyard, passed through the heavy rain curtains, and stepped into Tingyu Pavilion.

It rained heavily today, so Meng Tingyue ordered people to move dinner to Tingyu Pavilion.

At this moment, Meng Tingyue looked at Shen Yunheng. He was drenched by the heavy rain, and his clothes were sticking to his skin, exuding a cold chill that made people feel afraid.

She stood up involuntarily, standing a little awkwardly in front of the table, and asked softly, "It's raining so hard, why did my husband come back so early?"

Shen Yunheng's entire body was soaked by the pouring rain, and every inch of his skin was bitingly cold and wet.

When Meng Tingyue saw this scene, she couldn't help but step forward, instinctively wanting to pull him into the house and help him change his wet clothes.

He took a step back gently, his lowered eyes hiding deep emotions. When he looked at Meng Tingyue, his voice was still calm, "I'll go change my clothes."

After saying that, he didn't stop, but walked straight past Meng Tingyue and stepped behind the screen.