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

"Why does this seem different from what you said last time?"

The emperor asked curiously, "Didn't you say you didn't like your wife? Your behavior just now certainly didn't seem like you didn't like her."

Shen Fuhan did not reply until he saw Wen Jiayue's figure disappear behind the door, then he turned around.

“Your Majesty is overthinking it,” he said calmly. “As I have said, she is my lawfully wedded wife, and I will naturally treat her well.”

The emperor murmured, "It doesn't seem quite right..."

Shen Fuhan didn't bring up the matter again, and cupped his hands, saying, "Your Majesty, what brings you to keep me here alone?"

"That's it," the emperor said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "How did you manage to put on such a considerate act towards your wife? Teach me."

The talent show is in three months, and he's been thinking about how to get along with so many women.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Forgive my bluntness, but this matter... cannot be taught; it requires intuitive understanding."

Upon hearing this, the emperor sighed, "Alas, when will I ever understand?"

In a flash, he came up with a good idea.

"Minister Shen, how about this: you take your wife for a stroll in the Imperial Garden, and I will secretly follow behind you. What do you say?"

Shen Fuhan frowned: "This is not something the Emperor should do."

He was born as the crown prince and was pampered and protected from a young age. Before he could learn much about governing the country, the late emperor passed away in his prime.

The crown prince ascended the throne at the age of seventeen and is now only eighteen.

The emperor acted childishly, relying entirely on impulsiveness and enthusiasm, but upon closer examination, his actions lacked any semblance of order.

Fortunately, he was obedient enough in important matters and relied on the loyal ministers left by the late emperor, so he would not become a foolish ruler.

In these trivial matters, he still acts as willfully as when he was the crown prince.

The emperor said, "Let me be willful this once."

Shen Fuhan was about to persuade him again when the emperor rolled his eyes and thought of a good solution that would please everyone.

"How about this, tonight you request the bestowal of an imperial title, and I will issue an edict to bestow upon your wife the title of Fourth-Rank Lady of the Palace, what do you say?"

After a while, Shen Fuhan finally came out of the main hall to pick up Wen Jiayue.

Wen Jiayue was sitting idly in the side hall, not daring to move around or touch anything indiscriminately, feeling extremely restrained.

Seeing Shen Fuhan approach, she breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"Have you finished your conversation with the Emperor, Lord Marquis?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly: "Let's go."

He didn't say what it was about, and Wen Jiayue naturally didn't ask, assuming it was something that happened in the imperial court.

"Where?"

Shen Fuhan then threw the question at her: "Where do you want to go?"

Wen Jiayue looked at him with a puzzled expression: "You can't just wander around in the palace, so you should go where you're supposed to go."

The New Year's Eve banquet has always been held in Jinfu Hall, but now we'll have to sit on the sidelines.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you want to go to the Imperial Garden?"

"The Imperial Garden?" Wen Jiayue's eyes widened in surprise. "We can go there?"

She remembered that on New Year's Eve in her previous life, she always sat on the sidelines, exchanging pleasantries with ladies she didn't know well.

Although her husband's family was the Marquis of Jing'an, her own family held a low-ranking position. The ladies there flattered her on the surface, but in reality, they looked down on her.

Moreover, she, from a humble background, had to marry into a high-ranking family, and the man she married was Shen Fuhan, which undoubtedly aroused a lot of open and covert jealousy and resentment.

This made her feel extremely uneasy.

Unexpectedly, there was this benefit after meeting the Emperor?

Although I was with Shen Fuhan, it was still much better than being surrounded by a group of people and having to say things against my conscience.

Shen Fuhan explained, "His Majesty said it's still early before the palace banquet, so it wouldn't hurt to take a stroll in the Imperial Garden. Would you like to go?"

“Yes,” Wen Jiayue’s eyes lit up. “I’ve heard that there are many exotic flowers and plants in the Imperial Garden. I want to go and see them.”

Shen Fuhan reached out his hand to her.

Wen Jiayue looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I'll hold your hand."

She immediately put her hands behind her back: "This is the palace, this is inappropriate."

Shen Fuhan didn't waste any words and directly stretched out his arm to take her hand.

Wen Jiayue couldn't break free at all, and dared not make a sound, so she had no choice but to let him lead her.

Fortunately, thanks to the cover of their wide sleeves, it was impossible to tell; people would just assume they were simply standing close together.

Shen Fuhan stared straight ahead, his expression serious, but asked, "Why are your hands so cold?"

“The hand warmer is with Ruyi,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “You were in such a hurry when we entered the palace, how could I have had a chance to get it?”

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, and let go of her hand once it was warm.

Wen Jiayue had just breathed a sigh of relief when he unexpectedly walked to the other side and took her other hand.

The icy hands were instantly enveloped by a scalding heat source.

She paused, then asked, "What's wrong, Lord Marquis?"

"I apologize," he said, looking down at her soft profile, his voice clear and melodious. "From now on, treat me like your hand warmer."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She couldn't help but shudder, getting goosebumps all over.

Is this still Shen Fuhan?

She couldn't help but say, "Don't talk like that, I'm not used to it."

Shen Fuhan asked, "Are you not used to it or do you not like it?"

Wen Jiayue said awkwardly, "I'm neither used to it nor do I like it."

He suddenly became strange, leaving her somewhat helpless.

Shen Fuhan didn't speak again, and Wen Jiayue didn't make a sound either. The two of them quietly walked around several palace paths.

After passing through several palaces with golden tiles and red walls, we finally arrived at the Imperial Garden.

It was already the twelfth lunar month, and even in the Imperial Garden, all the flowers had withered.

The branches and leaves are covered with a thick layer of snow, waiting for the buds to form and bloom freely in the spring of next year.

Go further in, and you'll find the plum grove.

Clusters of plum blossoms adorn the sturdy branches, creating a sea of ​​red when viewed from afar.

Wen Jiayue had never seen so many plum blossoms before. Her eyes widened in amazement as she wandered freely through the plum grove.

After Wen Jiayue had had her fill of fun, the two continued walking inside.

Wen Jiayue asked, "What else is up ahead? Are there still flowers blooming?"

Shen Fuhan replied, "Green plum blossoms."

Wen Jiayue exclaimed in surprise, "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

Green plum blossoms are rare; she had thought they didn't exist in Chang'an, but she never expected to find them in the Imperial Garden.

But then again, what kind of flowers aren't there in the Imperial Garden?

With dozens of green plum trees right in front of her, Wen Jiayue couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as she walked.

Shen Fuhan followed behind her unhurriedly, casually breaking off a sprig of green plum blossom for her.

Wen Jiayue didn't dare to answer. She looked around and asked in a low voice, "What if someone finds out? Will the Emperor blame us?"

Shen Fuhan rarely showed a smile: "No."

Seeing his certainty, Wen Jiayue took it and held it in her arms, admiring it carefully.

Her blue dress and green plum blossoms were stunning enough, but they couldn't compare to her smiling face.

Shen Fuhan stared for a moment, then slowly looked away, meeting the gaze of the person hiding behind the artificial hill.

The emperor's eyes were fixed intently, as if he had seen something rare and fascinating, and he watched with great interest.

Shen Fuhan paused, then subconsciously blocked his view.