This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

He Jing noticed two thin ribbons next to him and realized what he was staring at.

He suddenly felt his ears burning, and his face flushed red with embarrassment.

His eyes darted around, as if nothing was right.

Just as the small garment was about to fall into the fire, He Jing bent down and caught it firmly in his hand.

Seeing the embarrassment on the man's face, Ye Xiaoxiao decided to tease him.

"He Jing, do you know what you're holding?"

She gently poked at the fire with a stick, raising her eyebrows and giving her a radiant smile, a smile full of indescribable allure.

He Jing glanced down at the small garment in his hand, and a woman's fragrance mixed with a faint medicinal scent wafted into his nose.

He hurriedly hung it on the shelf and stopped looking at it.

In the blink of an eye, her gaze fell upon the crackling fire, where a delicate white hand was fiddling with the flames at one end.

He suddenly felt a dry mouth and thought it was because he was too close, so he took two steps back.

Ye Xiaoxiao rested her chin on one hand and poked at the fire with the other.

Behind the flickering flames, the man's resolute features became even more defined, captivating her for a moment.

Noticing the intense gaze from the other side, He Jing's body tensed up, and he felt a little lost.

"Ahem—I'll go check if the rain has stopped."

......

Mother He sat under the eaves embroidering, while He Wuyou and He Wuyang sat upright next to her, practicing calligraphy under the eaves.

"Mom, do you think my handwriting is good today?"

He Wuyang put down her pen and held up the large characters she had just written with her fair and delicate little hands.

With big, round eyes, she looked at her mother, her expectation evident in her gaze.

Mother He glanced at her youngest daughter's handwriting and nodded in satisfaction: "Ayang writes very well."

She then looked at Wuyou, who was sitting quietly to the side writing with her head down, and a hint of approval flashed in her eyes. She said, "Wuyou, your handwriting is also very good."

He Wuyou felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey after receiving the praise, thinking that she could fill another page today.

"Mom, I don't have enough paper to write on. I'll go to my room and see if there's any left."

He Wuyou put down his pen and headed towards his room.

However, he searched for a long time but couldn't find where the rest of the paper was.

Huh?

A corner of something was sticking out of my older brother's pillow; it looked like a piece of paper.

He Wuyou's face lit up with joy, and a soft "humph" escaped her nostrils. Her older brother had been hiding it too obviously.

He walked over, pulled out the paper, and glimpsed two large characters written on it.

"What is this...book?"

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't remember what the first character was. It seemed his older brother hadn't taught him.

He clutched the paper tightly in his hand, stepped over the threshold, and ran out.

"Mother! Mother! I found this in my eldest brother's pillow, but I don't recognize the words on it. Can you teach me?"

He Wuyou handed the things in his hand to his mother.

Mother He reached out and took the paper. When she saw the two large characters on it, she suddenly felt a little short of breath.

A letter of divorce?

The smile that had been on her face seemed to freeze in an instant, and then vanished, replaced by a look of stunned disbelief.

There was a hint of confusion mixed with a hint of anger in her eyes.

Why is Ah Jing writing this all of a sudden?

He wants to divorce Xiao Xiao?

Mother He suddenly stood up and glanced outside the courtyard. The two people who had gone up the mountain were still nowhere to be seen.

"mother......"

"mother......"

The two children could clearly sense that their mother's expression was not good, but they didn't know what had happened.

The two glanced at what their mother was holding, wondering what their elder brother had written to make her look like that.

Seeing the two children's concerned expressions, Mother He gently comforted them, "I'm fine. If you're tired of writing, go play for a while."

As the group was talking, a carriage stopped outside the courtyard.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

He's mother and the others looked outside, and heard the voice before they could see the person.

He Yunzhou jumped off the carriage and rushed straight into the courtyard as soon as his feet touched the ground, as if afraid someone would beat him to it.

In the blink of an eye, they had almost reached the eaves. Tonglu, who was behind, didn't even have time to open his umbrella before he saw his young master rushing forward at lightning speed.

Tonglu muttered softly, "Young master, the road is slippery in the rain, please be careful not to fall."