After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

The next day, Wen Jiayue got up very early.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and we will go to pay our respects to the old lady early this morning.

She had just finished dressing when Shen Fuhan returned.

Wen Jiayue looked at him earnestly, "Did you dream last night?"

But there's no chance to say anything else right now, so I'll just have to hold back for now.

Shen Fuhan also looked her over. Today she was wearing a dusty pink dress, which made her look both dignified and lively.

Wearing a white cloak, she had a fluffy collar around her neck, which made her rosy face look as delicate as a peeled lychee.

Shen Fuhan looked away, but then unconsciously looked over again.

Wen Jiayue was completely unaware and had the wet nurse bring Zhaozhao over.

Even if they were unwilling, Zhao Zhao had to go to Ninghui Hall today, after all, it was the first day of the new year.

After checking Zhao Zhao's clothes to make sure she wouldn't get cold, Wen Jiayue said, "My lord, let's go over there."

Shen Fuhan nodded: "I'll carry you."

Wen Jiayue originally wanted the wet nurse to carry him over, but seeing that he wanted to carry her, she handed Zhaozhao to him instead.

Suddenly, the person holding her changed, but Zhao Zhao didn't cry. She blinked her big eyes at the person holding her, waving her little hands wildly and clutching his clothes tightly.

Wen Jiayue, worried that she was cold, quickly removed her hand.

But Zhao Zhao, though small in stature, was incredibly strong; her fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, yet she wouldn't let go.

Wen Jiayue frowned slightly, and without thinking, she reached in to try to get her to put her hand down.

Shen Fuhan originally wanted to speak up to stop him, but seeing this, he kept quiet.

Seeing that the wet nurse seemed to want to speak, he glanced at her, and the wet nurse quickly lowered her head.

After a moment, Wen Jiayue finally managed to put her hand down and put it back in the swaddling clothes.

Zhao Zhao thought her mother was playing with her and gave a cute smile.

"You're so naughty," Wen Jiayue pinched her nose. "Your mother is just worried that you'll get cold, but you don't appreciate your mother's good intentions at all."

Shen Fuhan coughed lightly: "Let's go."

It was still dark outside, with the occasional sound of fireworks exploding, before silence returned.

Wen Jiayue exhaled a puff of mist and walked towards Ninghui Hall, clutching the hand warmer.

The group quickened their pace, remaining silent the entire way, and soon arrived at their destination.

Wen Jiayue followed Shen Fuhan into the old lady's bedroom, and sure enough, they were the first to arrive.

The old lady was already dressed neatly. After the family of three finished exchanging New Year's greetings, she said with a smile, "Please sit down, please sit down."

Then they readily handed over red envelopes, one for each of the three.

Wen Jiayue was not surprised. The old lady valued the Spring Festival the most and would not easily cause trouble in the next few days.

After chatting for a while, the old lady asked, "What were you and Fuyou talking about in the study last night? You were being so secretive."

Wen Jiayue didn't interrupt without permission, and looked at Shen Fuhan, whose words carried more weight than hers.

Shen Fuhan said, "It's about the Emperor. Since my fourth brother has experience with this, I asked him a few questions."

Wen Jiayue silently admired him; he actually dared to use the Emperor as an excuse.

However, this was undoubtedly the best excuse, as it concerned the Emperor and the old lady wouldn't ask any further questions.

Sure enough, although the old lady was curious, she didn't dare to ask in detail and started talking about other things.

"Let me see my great-granddaughter."

Shen Fuhan then picked up Zhaozhao and carried her away.

The old lady glanced at it twice and then looked away, her face expressionless.

Wen Jiayue had expected this, and seeing this, she actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Zhao only needs her mother; as for others, as long as they don't say anything unpleasant, that's fine.

After a moment, Shen Funian arrived with Wang Chengyao.

Wang Chengyao was dressed in a very festive manner, like a New Year's picture doll. As soon as he arrived, he greeted everyone one by one, and the slightly quiet bedroom immediately became lively.

The old lady chuckled and said, "Indeed, boys are the best, granddaughter-in-law, don't you think?"

Wen Jiayue didn't want to argue at this time, so she nodded: "Yao'er has a sweet tongue, I like it too."

The old lady immediately said, "You should also hurry up and get pregnant with a son."

Wen Jiayue lowered her eyes, feigning shyness, but inwardly scoffed; she wouldn't give birth.

Shen Fuhan glanced at her, then slowly looked away.

Not long after, Shen Fuyou arrived.

As soon as he entered the door, he yawned sleepily before saying, "Happy New Year, Grandmother."

The old lady frowned and asked, "Why do you look so listless?"

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” Shen Fuyou said, glancing at his elder brother meaningfully, “It almost scared me to death.”

That night he had a dream in which his elder brother made him copy scriptures in the Buddhist hall. After he finished copying, he was beaten with a board, and after that, he had to copy scriptures again.

But he couldn't wake up and had nightmares all night.

The old lady spat several times: "What do you mean by death? It's bad luck during the New Year."

Shen Fuyou chuckled: "Grandmother just said it twice."

The old lady was so angry that she threw the red envelope at him.

Shen Fuyou calmly accepted the food: "Grandmother, when is our meal? I'm starving."

The old lady spat again and said angrily, "Say that again and get out!"

Wang Chengyao laughed and said, "Fourth Uncle is really stupid!"

Shen Fuyou flicked his head: "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you still want your red seal?"

"Yes! Fourth Uncle is the smartest!"

Shen Fuyou teased him, "If you say that, your eldest uncle will be unhappy. What if he doesn't give you a red envelope?"

Wang Chengyao rolled his eyes and whispered, "It's okay, I can still say that my uncle is handsome and dashing."

This was an idiom he had just learned, and Wang Chengyao puffed out his chest.

Shen Fuyou: "...That character is pronounced ti."

Wang Chengyao blinked, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "The dashing Zhou Ti?"

Shen Fuyou clicked his tongue and looked at Shen Funian.

"Sister, don't let Yao'er study anymore. Why don't you come with me to practice swordsmanship? Maybe he can have some talent."

Wang Chengyao's eyes lit up. He wanted to practice swordsmanship!

Shen Funian glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Yao'er is going to be a top scholar like his older brother in the future."

Seeing his mother say this, Wang Chengyao pouted and lowered his head.

Then Shen Funian looked at Shen Fuhan and asked, "Brother, do you think Yao'er can do it?"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then said frankly, "Not really."

This nephew, like his father Wang Xiucai, was mediocre.

Wen Jiayue pinched him quietly. How could he talk like that? It's the New Year, and he's making people feel bad.

She quickly said, "I think it's a good idea. Yao'er is still young now, but he will definitely achieve great things when he grows up."

Shen Funian was still angry about the last family dinner, but when she heard her say that, she immediately smiled.

"Alright, in our family, you're the one who knows good stuff the most."

Wen Jiayue's heartstrings fluttered slightly, our family...

She lowered her eyes, but the Marquis's mansion had never truly been her home.

After having breakfast at Ninghui Hall, the group dispersed.

Back in the bedroom, Shen Fuhan took out the ointment and gauze.

Wen Jiayue was about to remove the gauze herself when Shen Fuhan was already helping her.

After examining the wound, he helped her change the dressing.

Wen Jiayue glanced up casually and saw him with his eyes lowered, lips slightly pursed, and expression focused.

In a moment of realization, it gave her a gentle illusion.

Wen Jiayue banished the inappropriate thoughts from her mind and asked, "Did you dream about anything last night, Lord Marquis?"