The Prince's Beloved Little Wife

As all the ministers gradually disappeared into the distance and finally vanished from sight, Chen Mengyao slowly stood up from her seat. However, she did not rush to leave but sat for a while longer, continuing to chat happily with her godfather and godmother.

The godmother smiled, looking at Chen Mengyao with loving eyes, and said softly, "My child, the courtyard where you rested this afternoon is going to be your boudoir from now on. So, I wanted to ask if there's anything you particularly like or any style you prefer? That way, I can instruct the servants to redecorate it according to your wishes! Because your wedding is just around the corner, and you'll definitely need to come back to our house for a few days before your wedding. Besides, you're now our daughter in every sense of the word, so we'll naturally do our best to prepare an incredibly generous dowry for you!"

Hearing her godmother's thoughtful and warm words, Chen Mengyao felt a surge of emotion. She nodded quickly and then expressed her small requests: "Um... godmother, actually, I don't have many requests. I just hope the bed can be a little softer, so it will be more comfortable to sleep on; and also, the bedding would preferably have pink floral patterns, which would look warm and romantic. As for other things, I haven't thought of anything else yet." After saying this, Chen Mengyao smiled a little shyly.

About fifteen minutes later, Chen Mengyao and Ouyang Han finally finished their conversation with their godparents and said goodbye. Then, the two boarded the carriage together and began their journey home.

The carriage was piled high with exquisite jewelry presented by the ministers, undoubtedly a beautiful testament to the grand banquet. However, they didn't take everything with them, but deliberately left behind valuable and extremely rare medicinal herbs for the Grand Tutor and other elders, hoping these precious herbs would nourish their bodies and keep them healthy. Everyone knew very well that countless matters would require their attention and handling tomorrow.

Sitting in the carriage, Chen Mengyao was silently plotting her plan. She had already arranged with the shop assistants at the general store to test their knowledge of the various goods the next day. Therefore, to ensure she had enough energy for this task, she needed to rest early tonight and be well-rested.

As the carriage moved forward at a leisurely pace, Ouyang Han, who had been watching Chen Mengyao closely, suddenly noticed a hint of weariness on her face. He carefully moved closer to Chen Mengyao and asked in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible to the two of them, "Yaoyao, are you tired?" Hearing Ouyang Han's concerned words, Chen Mengyao, who had been lost in thought, snapped out of it. She paused for a moment, then, as if suddenly remembering something, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she gently shook her head, saying, "I'm not tired, really not at all. I was just thinking about some things."

Inside the carriage, the two chatted easily and happily, reminiscing about everything that had happened that day, as if they wanted to etch every detail into their hearts. For Chen Mengyao, finding people here who loved her like her own parents was an immense blessing. Her heart was filled with warmth and gratitude, thankful that fate had given her the opportunity to come to this loving world and meet this group of lovely and kind family members. This warmth, like the warm sun in spring, illuminated her heart and filled her with anticipation and hope for each day to come.

Before long, the ornately decorated carriage slowly came to a stop in front of Chen Mengyao's magnificent mansion. Ouyang Han waved his hand gently, signaling his men to carefully unload the boxes of precious gifts from the carriage and carry them steadily into Chen Mengyao's boudoir.

He gently took Chen Mengyao's hand and they stepped down from the carriage together. Sunlight bathed them, as if draping the beautiful couple in a golden glow. Ouyang Han stayed by Chen Mengyao's side the whole time, escorting her step by step to the door of her room.

As they parted, Ouyang Han's eyes were filled with deep affection and longing. He gently leaned down and placed a soft, loving kiss on Chen Mengyao's smooth, porcelain-like forehead. This kiss was like a spring breeze rippling across a lake, stirring the heart of Chen Mengyao as well.

Only after watching Chen Mengyao enter the room and close the door did Ouyang Han turn and leave, embarking on his journey back to the Prince's Mansion. However, even as he walked further and further away, his thoughts remained with that beautiful and charming woman.

At that moment, Chen Mengyao, who had just entered the room, gently waved her hand, signaling the maids to step back and rest. Then, unable to contain her eagerness, she hurried straight towards the mysterious bathroom space.

Upon entering the bathroom, Chen Mengyao skillfully turned on the faucet, filling the spacious bathtub with clear, warm water. In no time, the entire tub was filled with hot water. Then, with lightning speed, she swiftly removed her elegant but slightly restrictive clothing, gracefully stepping into the tub like a light butterfly.

As the warm water gently embraced her delicate, fair skin, an indescribable sense of comfort washed over her. It was like a spring breeze caressing her face, the warm sun shining down, making every cell in her body feel intoxicated. Chen Mengyao slowly closed her eyes, savoring this rare tranquility and comfort, as if all the noise and weariness of the world were gradually disappearing without a trace with the sound of the flowing water.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and after an unknown amount of time, Chen Mengyao finally emerged from the bathtub. She carefully dried herself with a soft towel, then chose a loose, comfortable set of pajamas to wear. Having done all this, she tiptoed out of the bathroom and returned to her cozy room. Chen Mengyao walked to the bedside; the bedding exuded a faint, calming fragrance. She gently pulled back the quilt and lay down. The bed was soft and supple, like a gentle embrace welcoming her.

She lay on her side, her eyes slowly becoming hazy, the image of Ouyang Han's departing figure still flashing through her mind. But fatigue gradually took over, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She yawned slightly, adjusted her position, and buried her face in the soft pillow.

A gentle breeze occasionally drifted in from outside the window, like a soft lullaby. The candlelight flickered in the room, casting dappled shadows on the walls. Soon, Chen Mengyao's even breathing filled the air; her chest rose and fell slightly as she drifted into a sweet dream, a faint smile lingering on her lips. Perhaps in her dream, she was strolling with Ouyang Han amidst blooming flowers.