The Prince's Beloved Little Wife

And so, Chen Mengyao stayed in the villa for five days, served meals and baths by several maids every day, living a carefree and leisurely life. It was the first time she had been served by so many people. Ouyang Han would come to keep her company every day, talking to her, telling her stories of his past or interesting tales of the capital. During the day, he would often carry her out to see the scenery, and at night he would take her to the rooftop to look at the stars and chat. Their relationship grew stronger and stronger until her foot was completely healed before they returned to the Prince's mansion. Chen Mengyao felt a little embarrassed that a prince would abandon all his official duties to be with her; how lucky she was to have met such a good man in her life.

Upon returning to the Prince's residence, Ouyang Han immediately immersed himself in his study, tackling the accumulated official duties of the past few days. Seeing Ouyang Han constantly busy from day to night, often forgetting to eat, while Chen Mengyao would proactively bring him meals, the steward, Uncle An, beamed with delight. It seemed that during his absence, the Prince and Miss Chen had made significant progress; it was truly wonderful that the Prince had come to his senses. It appeared that a wedding was imminent at the Prince's residence. Therefore, he instructed every servant daily to show even greater respect to Miss Chen Mengyao, assuring them that she would one day become the Prince's consort.

Every time Chen Mengyao brought food to Ouyang Han, she felt embarrassed and said, "Yichen, I'm so sorry, I've delayed your work." Ouyang Han always replied, "It's alright. I'm happy to do it. As long as you're happy."

After four or five days of continuous work, Ouyang Han finally finished dealing with the accumulated official duties. Then he said to Chen Mengyao, "Yaoyao, do you want to go check on the renovation of the skincare store? It's been so long, it should be almost finished by now, right?" Chen Mengyao said, "Okay." So the two of them held hands and drove the carriage to the store. When they entered, Chen Yufan, the Vice Minister of Works, saw Ouyang Han and quickly bowed to him before reporting on the renovation: "Your Highness, the store renovation is almost complete. It should be finished in another day or two." Ouyang Han nodded in satisfaction and led Chen Mengyao around to see the store. Chen Mengyao found that the renovation was much better than she had imagined and couldn't help but praise Chen Yufan: "Lord Chen, you are truly amazing. You managed to renovate it so perfectly, it's much better than my blueprints."

Chen Yufan replied modestly, "Not at all, it's because your drawings are so clear that I was able to do it so well." Hearing Chen Yufan say this, Chen Mengyao was even more satisfied with his attitude. Feeling that there was nothing more to say, she went back with Ouyang Han.

Back at the palace, Ouyang Han looked at Chen Mengyao, a thought suddenly striking him. He said, "Yaoyao, how about I teach you calligraphy today?" Chen Mengyao's eyes lit up, and she readily agreed. Ouyang Han led her back to his study. Holding her small hand, he dipped the brush in ink and began to teach her, stroke by stroke. Chen Mengyao felt his warm breath against her ear, her cheeks flushing slightly.

A few days later, Ouyang Han had another idea. He pulled Chen Mengyao into the courtyard and said, "Yaoyao, today I'll teach you light-body skills." He then demonstrated, his movements as graceful as a swallow in flight. He then supported Chen Mengyao's waist, guiding her to practice her light-body skills. Chen Mengyao learned diligently, occasionally accidentally falling into Ouyang Han's arms, causing them both to burst into laughter. Meanwhile, he went to check on the shop's renovations; they were complete, and they were just waiting to choose an auspicious day and train staff before opening.

Every night, Ouyang Han would take Chen Mengyao to the pavilion in the garden. He would take out a zither and play softly, while Chen Mengyao listened quietly, her eyes filled with admiration. When the music ended, Ouyang Han would pull her into his arms and whisper, "Yaoyao, with you by my side, every day is so beautiful." Chen Mengyao would lean against his chest and smile happily.

Their relationship grew increasingly intimate, almost to the point of being inseparable. When Ouyang Han was busy with official duties, she would sit beside him reading and eating snacks, occasionally feeding him some small treats from her spatial storage. After he finished his work, he took her to visit places in the manor she hadn't been to before, such as his Hanyu Hall and the martial arts training ground. The first thing that caught their eye was Hanyu Hall. Two large vermilion pillars in front of the hall were carved with dragons and phoenixes, so lifelike they seemed ready to take flight at any moment. The glazed tiles on the roof shimmered with iridescent light under the sunlight, like stars fallen to earth. The main gate was made of fine sandalwood, emitting a faint sandalwood fragrance. Inside Hanyu Hall, the walls were adorned with landscape paintings, their profound imagery making one feel as if they were actually there. A bookshelf on one side was filled with various ancient books, exuding the unique scent of old paper. In the center stood a huge desk, complete with the Four Treasures of the Study (writing brush, ink stick, inkstone, and paper). The inkstone looked ancient and heavy, undoubtedly a valuable item.

Ouyang Han's bedroom was exquisitely furnished. The interior was dominated by dark wood, exuding a faint sandalwood scent. The bed was spacious and comfortable, covered with a soft brocade quilt embroidered with intricate patterns. Beside the bed stood a refined dressing table, upon which rested a bronze mirror and various pieces of jewelry. Several landscape paintings hung on the walls, adding a touch of scholarly elegance. A desk stood by the window, neatly arranged with writing brushes, ink, paper, and books. In the corner of the room, there was also a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), a desk, and a bookcase filled with various military treatises and maps.

Leaving the Cold Jade Hall and walking forward, you reach the martial arts arena. The ground is paved with smooth bluestone slabs, and weapon racks stand around it, filled with all sorts of weapons—swords, spears, and halberds—gleaming coldly. Directly in front of the arena is a high platform with a huge rock on it, inscribed with martial arts techniques and mantras. Several stone stools are placed in the corners, presumably for practicing strength. Chen Mengyao curiously observes everything, while Ouyang Han patiently explains the purpose of each item to her.

Chen Mengyao found it incredibly amazing and asked Ouyang Han to demonstrate his martial arts skills with various weapons. Having been here for so long, she had only witnessed Ouyang Han's lightness skill; she had never seen his martial arts prowess. Ouyang Han, of course, readily obliged Chen Mengyao's requests.

Ouyang Han first picked up a longsword, its hilt gripping his hand, the blade as cold and clear as autumn water. With a light step, he turned, the sword moving with him, creating beautiful flourishes, the wind whistling past as if slicing through the air. Every move was fluid and natural, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, swift and powerful; sometimes like a nimble snake, agile and unpredictable. Next, he switched to a spear, gripping the shaft with both hands, the tip gleaming coldly in the sunlight. He roared and thrust forward with the force of a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable. Then he swept it horizontally, creating a gust of wind that seemed to flatten everything in its path.

When he held his twin swords again, the swords were crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes became sharp and cold. He moved quickly, the twin swords flying up and down, and in the interplay of light and shadow, only a flash of silver light could be seen, like countless butterflies dancing, yet concealing a deadly edge.

Immediately, Ouyang Han picked up the halberd, his posture upright as a pine tree, his eyes resolute and sharp. He slightly turned his body, the halberd dancing in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, its momentum overwhelming. The tip of the halberd gleamed coldly, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. His movements were fluid and natural, each move brimming with power and beauty. Sometimes he thrust out, like a shooting star chasing the moon, swift as lightning; sometimes he swept horizontally, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, incomparably mighty. His body and the halberd seemed to merge into one, man and halberd becoming one, a sight to behold.

Under his wielding, the halberd transformed into streaks of light and shadow, dazzling the eye. His steps were light and agile, moving forward and backward with ease; his figure was lithe and heroic, displaying unparalleled martial arts skills and charisma. As his movements grew faster, the power of the halberd also increased. The surrounding air seemed to be compressed by his aura, emitting a muffled sound.

Chen Mengyao stared, her eyes wide with admiration, her respect for Ouyang Han growing even stronger. So the man she'd set her sights on was truly remarkable; she certainly had good judgment. Luckily, she'd acted first, or someone else would have snatched him away, leaving her with nowhere to turn. Lost in thought, she watched as Ouyang Han lowered his weapon and approached. Seeing her gazing at him with such admiration, he felt a surge of joy.

Because he had just practiced martial arts, his forehead was a little sweaty. Chen Mengyao took out a towel from her spatial storage to wipe it for him. Since there was a height difference between Chen Mengyao and Ouyang Han, she couldn't reach his face, so she stood on tiptoe to wipe it for him. A strange feeling welled up in Ouyang Han's heart. He felt her hand gently brushing his forehead, bringing a touch of coolness, and at the same time, making his heart race. He tried to remain calm, but the turmoil within him was uncontrollable. He couldn't help but grab her hand and place it on his back, leaning down to kiss Chen Mengyao's lips.

Chen Mengyao froze on the spot. It was the first time she had ever been kissed, and the feeling was truly wonderful. A blush rose to her face, but she didn't resist. Instead, she closed her eyes and savored the sweetness and happiness of the moment. Her heart was filled with joy and bliss.

Ouyang Han's lips were soft and warm, his kiss filled with love and tenderness. Chen Mengyao felt Ouyang Han's love, her heart overflowing with happiness and contentment. She tightly embraced Ouyang Han's waist, responding to his kiss.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. The only sounds in the entire training ground were the heartbeats and breaths of Ouyang Han and Chen Mengyao, which intertwined to form a beautiful melody.

After a long silence, Ouyang Han finally released Chen Mengyao's lips. He looked at her, his eyes filled with deep affection and love. "Yaoyao, I love you," Ouyang Han said, his voice firm and strong. Tears welled in Chen Mengyao's eyes as she said, "Yichen, I love you too." Ouyang Han gently stroked Chen Mengyao's hair and said, "From now on, I will protect you well and never let you get hurt." Chen Mengyao nodded and said, "I believe you, Yichen. As long as you don't leave me, I will never give up on you."

Upon hearing Chen Mengyao's promise, Ouyang Han solemnly swore in return: "I, Ouyang Han, hereby swear to heaven that I will never betray Chen Mengyao in this life, or I will be punished by heaven." Hearing Ouyang Han make such a solemn oath, Chen Mengyao quickly covered his mouth: "I believe you will not betray me; there's no need for such a heavy oath."

They smiled at each other, their hands clasped tightly together, as if they would never be separated. In that moment, both Ouyang Han and the woman were filled with love and happiness. Their kiss was tender and affectionate; it was the beginning of their love and one of the most beautiful memories of their lives.