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

Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan walked into Ninghui Hall together.

When the old lady saw her grandson, she immediately beamed and said, "Fuhan is here, please sit down."

Upon seeing Wen Jiayue, her smile faded slightly, and her tone became indifferent.

"My granddaughter-in-law has come over too."

In the past, Wen Jiayue would have been at a loss in the face of such an attitude, always feeling that she must have done something wrong.

He then tried even harder to please the old lady, but in the end, he was still met with her disgust.

Now she understood that the old lady would never like her, and the more she tried to please her, the more she would be disliked.

It's better to just treat the old lady as an elder who takes advantage of her age, and to treat it as just going through the motions.

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Grandmother, I am well. I have just finished my postpartum confinement and have come to pay my respects to you."

The old lady smiled and said, "Now that you're out of confinement, it's time to start the morning and evening greetings. Let's begin tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips.

The old lady had said the same thing in her past life, and she agreed without hesitation.

This time she wouldn't be so foolish. Instead of speaking, she took a small sip of the tea that the maid had brought her.

As she took a sip, she smiled slightly; it was indeed aged tea.

This wasn't the first time the old lady had done something like this—giving her aged tea from several years ago, while giving Shen Fuhan tea that was practically freshly picked that very morning, the tenderest kind.

She always tolerated things, but this time she wasn't going to. She could use this as an excuse to make a scene.

Wen Jiayue pushed the cup directly to Shen Fuhan and said with a smile, "My lord, please try it. The tea here is very good; it has the taste of time."

The old lady, who had been so domineering just moments before, suddenly panicked and stood up, saying, "Fuhan has some too, let him drink it himself."

She knew her grandson's temperament better than anyone. If he knew she was treating him differently, he would definitely not come to pay his respects to her for several days!

Wen Jiayue stared at him intently.

She didn't know if Shen Fuhan could drink, but since he was so agreeable today, she wanted to trust him one more time.

Shen Fuhan's gaze swept over the two faces before he picked up Wen Jiayue's cup.

Seeing this, the old lady looked at her trusted nanny Zhao with a blank expression, and Zhao pointed to her heart.

She immediately understood and clutched her chest, panting.

"Oh...oh..." The old lady gasped for breath, "I...I can't go on..."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. Here we go again with this trick.

But she couldn't expose it to her face. Even if she brought in the family doctor, it wouldn't make a difference. The old lady said it was palpitations, and that was it. Who would dare to refute her?

Shen Fuhan paused, put down his teacup, and walked to the old lady's side.

"How is Grandmother?"

The old lady glanced at the location of the teacup and decided to go all the way.

She walked forward unsteadily until she reached the seat where he was sitting, and then raised her hand and waved.

The teacup, which should have fallen to the ground with a thud, has vanished.

The old lady looked up in surprise, only to see Wen Jiayue quickly pick up the teacup.

Wen Jiayue said with a worried look, "Grandmother, be careful not to break it, otherwise the shards of porcelain will cut you."

The old lady was so angry she was almost in palpitations.

After pretending for a while, she finally let out a long breath and, with the help of Granny Zhao, slowly sat down.

"Much better, much better," she said lovingly to Shen Fuhan. "I haven't even held my great-grandson yet, how can I close my eyes so soon?"

Wen Jiayue slammed down her teacup, her words constantly revolving around having a son.

The old lady was frightened when she saw the teacup, and dared not say anything more, so she directly told the person to leave.

"I'm a little tired, you should all go back and rest too."

Shen Fuhan suggested, "Let's have the royal physician come and take a look first."

"No need, no need, I know my own body," the old lady waved her hand. "Your wife has just finished her postpartum confinement and should not overexert herself. Go back quickly."

Wen Jiayue smiled slightly; now he seemed to have remembered to "care" about her.

Knowing when to stop, she obediently said, "Grandmother, the Marquis and I will be leaving now."

There's no point in staying any longer. She came here to see the arrangements for the full moon banquet; we can't put the cart before the horse.

After the two left, the old lady looked at the teacup on the table and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Tell me, has my granddaughter-in-law changed?"

Granny Zhao agreed wholeheartedly: "This old servant thinks he's quite different from before, but I don't know why."

"What else could it be?" the old lady said, pursing her lips. "They've become so arrogant just because they gave birth to a daughter. They really think the Marquis's family name is Wen."

Thinking of this, the old lady became even angrier: "Her previous forbearance must have been an act. I really underestimated her. At such a young age, she is so cunning!"

Zhao Mama agreed, "The old lady is right. Madam's temper still needs to be tempered."

"Let's put that aside for now," the old lady said anxiously, "How can my grandson have such a woman by his side? She'll definitely be a bad influence on him in the future!"

Granny Zhao quickly said, "Madam, please don't encourage the Marquis to take a concubine. The Marquis's face last time was so cold and indifferent. I still get chills when I think about it now."

The old lady shuddered when she thought of this.

When Shen Fuhan last came to Ninghui Hall, he questioned the unreasonable aspects of the concubine-taking matter.

Although his tone was calm and respectful, it somehow sent a chill down one's spine.

She even forgot to feign heart palpitations to get away with it, and didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

Shen Fuhan left after only a quarter of an hour, but the entire Ninghui Hall remained silent for a long time.

The old lady patted her chest: "Yes, yes, we can't mention it. If we have to, we should wait another year or two..."

But then she had another idea.

"Let's not let him take a concubine, let him find another girl he likes!"

Granny Zhao asked, puzzled, "What does the old lady mean?"

"After a while, take advantage of Fu Han's holiday to hold a flower viewing banquet and invite a few ladies from prominent families. I refuse to believe that he won't be interested in any of them!"

Wen Jiayue was completely unaware of the conversation between the master and servant of Ninghui Hall, and excitedly walked towards the main courtyard.

Shen Fuhan frowned and grabbed her wrist: "Walk slower."

Wen Jiayue then remembered that she had just finished her postpartum confinement and was still a little weak.

But she hadn't thought about it at all; her mind was filled with her daughter's full-month celebration, which drove her to walk faster and faster.

She slowed her pace, suppressing her excitement as she walked for a while, when she suddenly realized that Shen Fuhan's hand had not been withdrawn.

Without her noticing, he took her hand, his face calm, as if holding hands was the most natural thing in the world.

Wen Jiayue's pace immediately became disordered.

In the four years since their marriage, she and Shen Fuhan had never been so intimate outside their bedroom.

He was a cold and aloof gentleman, and she would not take the initiative to do such a thing. When they were in public, they were like an old married couple who had been married for twenty years.

She had gotten used to this kind of life, and suddenly being led by his hand made her feel a little lost.

Wen Jiayue tried to pull her hand back.

Shen Fuhan gripped his hand tighter and said calmly, "Trying to run there again?"

It turned out that she was afraid that Wen Jiayue would get agitated again. She pursed her lips and knew she shouldn't overthink it.

If Shen Fuhan were to have even the slightest romantic thought outside the inner room, he probably wouldn't forgive himself.

Wen Jiayue didn't speak, nor did she try to let go of her hand again.

Let's just keep holding hands, we're almost there anyway.