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

Wen Jiayue paused, her hand holding the mung bean cake.

The handprint on Shen Fuhan's face had faded, so why did the old lady still remember it?

Feeling uneasy, she subconsciously looked at Shen Fuhan.

Did he consult with the officials of the Dali Temple?

If not, the old lady will be furious, and the truth that she has been trying to hide for so long will finally come to light.

Shen Fuhan gave her a reassuring look.

She immediately felt relieved. Fortunately, Shen Fuhan was prudent in his actions and had not left any evidence against him.

As expected, Lord Zhao said, "A prisoner, ungrateful as he is, slapped Lord Shen. Does the old lady not even know?"

The old lady sighed, "I knew it, but I didn't quite believe it and worried for a long time. Now I can finally rest assured."

"Yes, Lord Shen is highly skilled in martial arts, but I never expected him to fall into such a trap. However, I believe that Lord Shen will be more careful in the future and will not cause the old lady any worry."

As he spoke, Lord Zhao smiled and glanced at Shen Fuhan.

When he returned from leave, the slap mark on his face shocked everyone at the Dali Temple.

Everyone knew that Lord Shen was skilled in both literature and martial arts, so they were all shocked that someone could injure his face and asked him what had happened.

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, but just told them this excuse and instructed them to say it no matter who asked.

It's just a small favor, and it also gives me the opportunity to do someone a good deed. Why not?

However, Lord Zhao, through careful observation, did glean some clues.

Lady Shen seems quite nervous.

Looking at the finger marks on Lord Shen's face, they were delicate and fine, and did indeed look like they were from a woman.

But Lord Zhao had no intention of revealing it; it was just a matter between the couple, why bother to pry?

Lord Zhao left quickly.

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Fuhan looked at the old lady, frowned and asked, "Just now, was Grandmother suspecting that I was lying?"

Wen Jiayue: "..."

I never expected that he could question me so confidently.

The old lady said awkwardly, "How can I feel at ease when you suddenly have a slap mark on your face?"

"Now Grandma can rest easy, right?"

"It's natural."

Wen Jiayue didn't dare to make a sound the whole time. After the grandmother and granddaughter finished talking, she finally swallowed the mung bean cake in her mouth.

Shen Fuhan glanced at her and was about to speak when someone else came up and toasted him.

The mung bean cake was a bit dry, so Wen Jiayue drank another cup of tea.

The singing and dancing continued. After watching for a while, she felt a bit stuffy in the hall, so she made an excuse to change her clothes and went out for some fresh air.

As she walked outside the palace, she looked up at the horizon and saw fireworks exploding, illuminating the dark night sky.

Wen Jiayue suddenly wanted to make a wish, but after watching for a long time, she still didn't see a second burst of fireworks.

Ruyi advised, "Madam, please go back. There will be another banquet after the palace banquet ends."

There is a star-gazing platform in the palace. After the palace banquet, fireworks are set off, and officials either go home or go up to the star-gazing platform to see the stars.

Wen Jiayue laughed and said, "Back then, there were so many people making wishes that they couldn't hear my wish anymore."

She simply put her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently recited her wish in her heart.

May everything go smoothly for Zhaozhao, and may she grow up safely.

Back in the palace, Shen Fuhan's gaze followed her the entire time.

Wen Jiayue explained, "I went to change my clothes."

He had been talking to someone, so she only spoke to the old lady.

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Another eunuch approached, bent down and whispered, "Lord Shen, the Emperor summons you."

Shen Fuhan frowned and asked, "Is it the Emperor or the Eldest Princess this time?"

His tone seemed somewhat impatient, and the eunuch sneered, "This time it's the Emperor, this servant can guarantee it."

Shen Fuhan then got up.

Wen Jiayue listened to their conversation without missing a single word, then lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Why did he have to ask another question, making it seem as if he disliked the princess so much?

But... didn't the Emperor only summon him once in his past life? Did she misremember?

Shen Fuhan approached the Emperor once again.

"Minister Shen, I forgot to ask you just now," the emperor's expression cleared up a bit, "the palace banquet is about to end, why haven't you requested to be granted an imperial title yet?"

Li Zhilan, who was standing to the side, raised an eyebrow.

"Is Lord Shen planning to request an imperial title for his wife?"

Shen Fuhan said coldly, "Exactly."

Li Zhilan ignored his cold attitude and looked at the emperor.

"Today is New Year's Eve, a time for family reunion. If His Majesty were to bestow an imperial title upon only one person, it would seem to steal the limelight from the palace banquet, which would not be appropriate, would it?"

The emperor waved his hand and said, "It's the New Year, a time for celebration. If we don't bestow titles now, when will we?"

Li Zhilan sighed softly, "The Emperor has truly grown up and can now stand on his own. My words as his elder sister are no longer of any use."

“Of course not,” the emperor quickly replied. “I always listen to my elder sister, but I want to make the decision myself in this matter.”

Li Zhilan's face instantly turned cold, but she smiled again in an instant.

"Your Majesty, there's no point in arguing here. Why don't we listen to what Lord Shen has to say? Since it concerns his wife, we should naturally listen to Lord Shen."

The emperor pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, what does Minister Shen think?"

Shen Fuhan said, "Your Highness is right. This matter is not urgent, which is why I have been hesitant to speak."

Seeing that he said the same thing, the emperor had no choice but to say, "Alright, I will listen to you."

He then looked at Shen Fuhan and said, "However, since I have promised you, I will not go back on my word. You can come and request an imperial decree at any time."

Shen Fuhan replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Li Zhilan frowned and asked, "When did His Majesty agree to this?"

The emperor then recounted everything that had happened at noon.

Shen Fuhan listened silently, glancing inadvertently in Wen Jiayue's direction.

She seemed hungry and was eating snacks.

He sighed softly. He had tried to persuade her to eat more at noon, but she wouldn't listen.

Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly caught sight of Shen Fuyou.

His grandmother was nowhere to be seen. He sat casually in her seat and talked to her.

Wen Jiayue seemed amused, covering her lips, but her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents.

She looked at Shen Fuyou intently, her expression focused, wondering what he had done this time.

After a moment, they both lowered their heads, their heads almost touching, their actions intimate.

Shen Fuhan remained silent, his hands, hidden in his sleeves, unconsciously clenching into fists.

In the past few days, she and her fourth brother have become increasingly close.

She became increasingly cold and indifferent towards him.

"Minister Shen? Minister Shen?"

Suddenly hearing the Emperor's voice, Shen Fuhan came back to his senses and happened to meet Li Zhilan's gaze.

"What is Lord Shen looking at so intently?"

She followed his gaze and asked with a smile, "Are you looking in this direction at your wife?"