The Prince's Beloved Little Wife

After a busy afternoon, time slipped by quietly. Just then, a low, continuous "cooing" sound suddenly broke the silence. The sound was initially very faint, but as time went on, it grew louder and louder, as if it were protesting from deep within Chen Mengyao's abdomen, complaining about its owner's long-term neglect and indifference.

Chen Mengyao was jolted back to reality by the sudden sound. She was startled for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on her face. When she realized that this was her stomach sending out a hunger signal, she couldn't help but chuckle. It turned out that time had slipped away unnoticed, night had already fallen, and it was already time for dinner!

Halfway through their journey, Chen Mengyao hurriedly instructed her guards to find a place near a river to stop the carriage. Once the carriage had come to a stop, she gracefully leaped down. Standing still, she nonchalantly retrieved a large table and dozens of exquisite chairs from her mysterious spatial storage. Then, a scene that left everyone speechless unfolded—she proceeded to produce a continuous stream of delicious dishes, fragrant soups, and even a mountain of bowls and chopsticks!

Although the guards and highly skilled martial artists had more or less guessed that the princess possessed extraordinary abilities, they were still so shocked when they actually witnessed the amazing scene before them that they were stunned for a long time. Everyone stood there like petrified statues, staring straight at Chen Mengyao and the items she kept conjuring up.

Seeing this, Ouyang Han knew the matter was of great importance. He summoned all his guards and solemnly warned them again, "This is the Princess's unique skill. What you have seen and heard today must not be revealed to anyone!" Hearing the prince's stern warning, everyone snapped out of their daze and hurriedly swore an oath to keep the secret. Seeing their sincere attitude, Ouyang Han nodded in satisfaction and waved for everyone to take turns sitting down to enjoy lunch. After all, it's always good to have a few people on guard when traveling. Finally, he and Chen Mengyao also sat down at the table and began to savor the sumptuous feast.

After enjoying a sumptuous meal, Ouyang Han and Chen Mengyao strolled hand in hand along the shimmering riverbank, leisurely savoring this rare moment of tranquility to aid digestion.

The guards who remained behind feasted with delight. They were full of praise for the meal, each eating with great relish and satisfaction. Perhaps it was because these delicacies were prepared by the noble Queen that even ordinary dishes tasted exceptionally good at this moment.

After the guards had eaten and drunk their fill, their faces flushed, they put down their bowls and chopsticks and rose in an orderly fashion, leaving the table slowly with a sense of satisfaction and contentment. Their steps were steady and their destination clear; they went straight to where their comrades were on duty, ready to relieve them of their shifts. This process was already a part of their daily routine, yet they executed it meticulously and flawlessly every time.

As they left, their comrades who had been on duty for so long were finally relieved. They approached with anticipation, their eyes gleaming with longing for the delicious food. Seeing the mouthwatering feast on the table, a flicker of surprise and admiration crossed their eyes. The dishes were a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, emitting an enticing aroma that seemed to beckon them to come and enjoy.

So, the groups took turns eating, maintaining a lively yet orderly atmosphere in the dining hall. Some sat, some stood, some chatted and laughed, others whispered, all immersed in this rare moment of joy. The guards were no exception; they too took turns enjoying the sumptuous meal. Despite their special status, during this brief mealtime, they shed their usual guardedness and seriousness, their faces beaming with rare smiles.

The atmosphere was exceptionally lively and joyful. Everyone ate with great relish, praising the food highly. They marveled at how delicious the meal was, not only satisfying their appetites but also warming their hearts. In this brief gathering, they felt as if they had found home, and their friendship was further strengthened amidst the laughter and joy.

As time passed, the last guard also finished his meal. The table, once laden with delicacies, was now spotless, not a single dish left. Seeing this, Chen Mengyao smiled slightly, and with a gentle wave of her hand, instantly stored all the remaining cups, plates, chopsticks, and food into her spatial storage.

After packing everything away, she turned around gracefully and exchanged a smile with Ouyang Han, who was tall, handsome, and exceptionally dashing. Then, the two of them boarded the ornately decorated carriage together.

With a flick of the driver's long whip, the crisp crack of the whip echoed through the air, and the wheels began to slowly roll. The wheels seemed to carry a heavy history, each rotation producing a deep and powerful sound as they moved forward along the road they had come from.

At the same time, the other guards also sprang into action. Some nimbly mounted their horses, while others boarded their respective carriages in an orderly fashion. These well-trained guards moved in perfect unison, quickly forming a tight escort team. Some rode ahead to clear the way, others stood guard on either side of the carriages, and still others followed closely behind, ensuring the safety of Ouyang Han and Chen Mengyao.

The sounds of horses' hooves, cart wheels, and the occasional hushed conversations of guards blended together to create a unique melody that echoed across the tranquil road.

Chen Mengyao leaned gently against the carriage window, quietly gazing at Ouyang Han's handsome face. Ouyang Han sat quietly beside her, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly lost in thought. A tranquil atmosphere filled the space between them, as if the entire world had shrunk to just the two of them.

Chen Mengyao sighed inwardly, knowing full well that the time she could spend quietly with Ouyang Han was running out. Soon, Ouyang Han would be heading to the border regions beyond the capital to train a special forces unit. Although her heart was filled with reluctance, she understood that as the renowned and powerful Prince Ouyang Han, he bore the heavy responsibility of protecting his country and safeguarding the peace of his people.

Thinking of this, Chen Mengyao couldn't help but turn her gaze to Ouyang Han beside her. His handsome face, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the car window, appeared even more resolute and determined. She knew that this man was destined to shed his blood on the battlefield, writing his own legendary chapter.

As for Chen Mengyao, all she could do was stand silently behind Ouyang Han and fully support his career. She had to protect the palace for him, take care of the family and servants in the palace, and at the same time, pray for her beloved on the front lines in her own way.

A gentle breeze stirred, softly ruffling Chen Mengyao's hair. She instinctively reached up to smooth her hair, her gaze never leaving Ouyang Han's captivating face. In that moment, she made a silent vow: whatever hardships and obstacles awaited them in the future, she would steadfastly stand by Ouyang Han's side, becoming his strongest support.