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

When Wen Jiayue woke up, Shen Fuhan was already gone.

She didn't have to serve her husband or take care of the old lady; life was truly comfortable.

She yawned and summoned Ruyi.

"Madam," Ruyi said excitedly as she hurried over, "it's snowing outside!"

Wen Jiayue subconsciously looked out the window. The snow fell silently, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer of white.

“The snow came early this year,” Wen Jiayue said with a smile. “I’ll have the wet nurse bring Zhaozhao out in a bit.”

In her past life, she didn't dare to take her out when it snowed that year, because she was too young and might catch a cold.

Zhao Zhao was a little over one year old when she first saw snow. She was so excited that she danced around and frolicked in the snow. She looked forward to snowy days every year.

Since she liked it, Wen Jiayue decided to let her see the snow a year in advance.

Ruyi smiled and replied, "This servant asked the wet nurse to dress Miss warmly, so that Miss won't get cold at all."

After a quick breakfast, Wen Jiayue took Zhaozhao out of her wet nurse's arms and took her to play in the snow.

As soon as I stepped outside, I was greeted by wind and snow.

Zhao Zhao wasn't afraid; she curiously reached out her little hands and grabbed at things in mid-air.

Wen Jiayue walked into the yard with a smile, and a snowflake landed on her chubby little hand. Zhao Zhao laughed excitedly.

Ruyi exclaimed in surprise, "Miss likes snow so much!"

She crouched down, rolled a small snowball, placed it in Zhao Zhao's palm, and it was easily crushed.

Zhao Zhao was clearly bewildered, her big, dark eyes staring blankly at her little hand, not quite understanding why it had broken.

Wen Jiayue was so charmed by her cuteness that she couldn't help but kiss her several times.

"aunt!"

Wang Chengyao's voice drifted over from afar. Wen Jiayue looked up and saw Shen Funian leading him over.

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Why isn't Third Sister busy with the flower viewing banquet? You seem to have plenty of time and leisure."

Tomorrow is a day off, and Shen Funian doesn't have much time left.

Shen Funian said irritably, "It's snowing, what flowers are there left? I told Grandmother we wouldn't have it tomorrow, but she insisted. It's driving me crazy!"

Wen Jiayue asked, "Are you planning to just give up and do whatever you want?"

“I never intended to put my heart into it,” Shen Funian said, her face tense. “I still remember what my grandmother said last night.”

It was quite cold standing in the courtyard, so Wen Jiayue invited the mother and daughter inside to talk.

Ruyi served hot tea and then brought over a plate of lily cakes.

As soon as Wang Chengyao reached out his hand, he received a sharp look from his mother and quickly withdrew it.

"I didn't eat!"

"Eat up, eat up," Shen Funian said speechlessly, "I don't think you'll ever lose weight."

Wang Chengyao immediately grabbed the lily cake and devoured it.

Shen Funian turned her face away and said angrily, "This little brat, he insisted on coming to find you in this freezing weather, just to eat your snacks."

Wen Jiayue smiled gently: "Yao'er is still young, he will grow taller if he eats a lot."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chengyao quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and added, "When Yao'er grows up, he can protect Zhao Zhao!"

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment, then sighed with emotion. Her decision was indeed the right one.

Shen Funian said in surprise, "I never expected you to have this awareness."

She was busy with the flower viewing banquet, so she sat for a while before preparing to leave.

Wen Jiayue naturally didn't stop her and let Ruyi deliver it.

Before long, Ruyi returned looking worried and asked in a low voice, "Madam, are we really going to hold a flower-viewing banquet tomorrow?"

"Yes, the old lady is in such a hurry, so it must be done."

Ruyi whispered, "But this servant thinks that the Marquis has no intention of taking a concubine at all..."

Wen Jiayue said, "Maybe he's thinking this way. It's fine to let him have his way. If he doesn't want to, what does it have to do with me? He should be blaming the old lady."

More than such matters, she was concerned with how to get to know the princess and retaliate in kind.

But she knew nothing about Li Zhilan, and the most important thing was how to avoid the calamity three years later.

But with the talent show just four months away, she still couldn't get in touch with that Miss Yun, and she was extremely anxious.

After the snow melts, I'll have to go out again.

Wen Jiayue stopped thinking about these annoying things and focused on painting.

Today I painted plum blossoms again, and my painting skills have clearly improved a lot compared to yesterday.

Ruyi praised, "Madam's painting is truly excellent."

Wen Jiayue was not satisfied: "Compared to before, it's still not good enough."

Having neglected her art for many years, her painting skills were far too rusty; she was only slightly better than a beginner.

“It’s because you’re too demanding of yourself, Madam,” Ruyi said with a smile. “These plum blossoms look just like the real ones to me.”

Wen Jiayue was amused by her: "You're not that good at it, you just know how to coax me."

"If you don't believe me, Madam, you can show it to the Marquis later. He will surely praise you."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips: "I won't show it to him."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; the sound of bowing can be heard from outside.

Wen Jiayue quickly put the drawing paper away.

When Shen Fuhan entered, he saw her in a flustered state, her gaze falling on a painting that flashed by.

He asked in a low voice, "What are you drawing?"

"It's nothing, I was just drawing for fun," Wen Jiayue said, feigning composure. "Please go wash your hands, Your Excellency. Dinner will be served shortly."

He didn't ask any more questions and turned to go to the restroom.

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief and instructed, "Remind me to stop writing when it gets dark."

For some reason, Shen Fuhan has been coming home exceptionally early every day lately. When did the Dali Temple become so leisurely?

After dinner, Shen Fuhan played with her daughter for a while.

Wen Jiayue didn't want to join, and didn't want to get too close to Shen Fuhan.

But her daughter's laughter was so clear and melodious that she was drawn over and unknowingly sat down next to Shen Fuhan.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Did Zhaozhao see the snow today?"

Seeing that he took the initiative to show concern, Wen Jiayue didn't hide anything from him.

“I saw it. Zhao Zhao likes snow. When I brought her back, she didn’t want to leave.”

Whether it was the warmth of the candlelight or something else, Shen Fuhan's expression softened.

"Tomorrow is a day off, I'll take Zhaozhao to see the snow."

Wen Jiayue said coolly, "Remember to attend the flower viewing banquet tomorrow, Lord Marquis."

Shen Fuhan asked, "Are you going?"

"go."

Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well join in the fun.

"it is good."

After playing for a while, Wen Jiayue yawned sleepily, lay down, and went to sleep.

She slept exceptionally soundly, and when she woke up, she wanted to stretch even before opening her eyes.

She realized something was wrong as soon as she moved her hand.

Opening her eyes, she saw Shen Fuhan's chest rising and falling, his breathing even.

She was stunned for a moment, and tried to back away, but was held captive by a large hand behind her, and pressed straight into his arms.

Wen Jiayue angrily punched him: "What are you doing sleeping here?"

Everyone was sleeping peacefully under their own blankets, so why wasn't Shen Fuhan following the rules?

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "You're the one sleeping here."