"Qing Yue, I saw the words as if I had seen each other for a long time. I am very worried about you. I wish you all the best in the Prince's Mansion. On the second day of February, there will be sacrifices in Ciyun Temple on the west mountain in the suburbs. If possible, I hope to wait for you in the peach forest in the temple. Qin Lang held the pen."

After reading Qin Changyong's letter, Chai Qingyue felt a little dazed. Is it going to take so long to see you? However, it would be great to meet, Chai Qingyue comforted herself in her heart again.

"Sister Xiaoyu." Chai Qingyue, who was tasteless, simply put down her chopsticks to greet Xiaoyu next to her, "On the second day of February, should the prince attend the sacrificial ceremony in the court?"

Unexpectedly, Chai Qingyue would suddenly ask about the sacrificial ceremony a month later, and Xiaoyu replied in a normal manner: "Go back to the Crown Princess, the Crown Prince is the crown prince of a country, so there will naturally be His Royal Highness of this ceremony."

As if seeing a glimmer of hope, Chai Qingyue hurriedly asked again: "Do I need to go too?"

"Yes. The Crown Princess is the future empress, and this kind of sacrificial ceremony also needs to appear." Xiaoyu seemed to have suddenly become enlightened and chuckled softly, "Did Mr. Qin have made an appointment to meet you on February 2nd?"

Chai Qingyue glared at Xiaoyu with dissatisfaction, holding her cheek and not speaking.

Xiaoyu coughed lightly to hide his rudeness: "But, the ceremony is always in the morning and it usually ends before the hour. If the Crown Princess went not far, she might be able to catch up."

Xiaoyu's words turned around and Chai Qingyue saw hope again. Her originally dark eyes instantly became brighter and her tone became relaxed and cheerful: "Really?"

Seeing Xiaoyu nodding, Chai Qingyue became happy again, thinking that she finally had the opportunity to see Qin Changyong. Although the waiting time was a bit long, it didn't matter. It would be great if she could see it, but I was afraid she would see it from afar.

Chai Qingyue, who was full of excitement, kept smiling on her face for the next few days, and became much more tolerant when facing Murong Sichen's bad temper.

Murong Sichen always thought that the credit for taking Chai Qingyue home that day made him feel brighter and he became more and more tolerant of his subordinates.

On the 14th day of the first lunar month, Murong Sichen said to Chai Qingyue before he finished dinner: "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, why not take you to the East Street Market to see the lanterns? I heard that the lanterns are good and there are many snacks."

Hearing Murong Sichen take the initiative to take him out for fun, and it is the lively Spring Festival, with lanterns and snacks, Chai Qingyue's eyes lit up instantly, and she blinked her beautiful long eyelashes and asked Murong Sichen uncertainly: "Really?"

"Yes." Murong Sichen nodded.

After getting the exact answer, Chai Qingyue became happier and couldn't help but add half a bowl of rice, which led to Chai Qingyue walking around the house to digest food after dinner.

It felt like the digestion was almost done. Chai Qingyue picked up a book of the compilation and playbook that she had not finished reading last time and continued reading. After a while, seeing that Murong Sichen had no intention of leaving, Chai Qingyue took the initiative to ask: "Are your highness going to stay in Yingxue Pavilion today?"

Hearing the hesitation in Chai Qingyue's words, Murong Sichen didn't say it out loud and stretched: "Yes, is there anything wrong with me staying in my wife's house?"

After saying that, he walked towards the wide bed in the main room and threw himself up, regardless of Chai Qingyue who was still in his original position and was staring blankly. Murong Sichen slowly raised the corners of his mouth in the shadow that Chai Qingyue could not see.

Chai Qingyue walked to the bed, and hesitantly said: "But..."

But I don’t want to sleep in the same bed with you, Chai Qingyue roared in her heart.

Murong Sichen turned his body, raised his upper body, and looked at Chai Qingyue with a tangled face with amusement: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. You forgot to stay here last time, what did you do to me?"

What did I do when Murong Sichen stayed here last time? Chai Qingyue searched for the answer in her mind, and the expression on her face changed from the previous entanglement to the doubt, and then she blushed and looked shy.

"Remember it?" Murong Sichen looked at the change of Chai Qingyue's expression on his face, and then asked when he saw Chai Qingyue blushing, "So, don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

The more Murong Sichen promised, the more embarrassed Chai Qingyue felt. She struggled for a while in her heart before she asked embarrassedly: "It's been so long, Your Highness won't pay it back..."

Murong Sichen really felt that he had worked hard to hold it in, so he simply laughed out loud: "What do you think? Are you not a doctor in this palace?"

Chai Qingyue was stunned. It seemed that she had indeed prescribed a medicine list for Murong Sichen, but it would not have been effective after so long, right? Chai Qingyue felt that this was indeed his own fault and hesitated: "Well, I don't have experience in this area, why don't your highness look for Doctor Zhang in the mansion?"

Murong Sichen felt that he could no longer tease Chai Qingyue, and said, "The prescription you gave is actually useful. I just haven't been cured. It seems that your prescription is useful, and it should only be a matter of time to cure it."

Knowing that the prescription he prescribed could indeed cure Murong Sichen's disease, Chai Qingyue was relieved and confirmed that Murong Sichen would not do anything to him. Chai Qingyue did not hesitate and changed her bed clothes and went to bed openly.

Murong Sichen turned over, and then the faint candlelight could vaguely see Chai Qingyue's sleeping face. Chai Qingyue's facial features, which were asleep peacefully, looked even softer under the candlelight. Without the naughty he used to, it made people feel a little soft.

As if being bewitched, Murong Sichen couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and his slightly cool fingertips slashed across Chai Qingyue's delicate skin. The warmth on his face made Murong Sichen particularly nostalgic.

Chai Qingyue seemed to feel something uneasy on her face, frowned her delicate eyebrows, gently turned her lower body, and hid the small face in the pillow.

Chai Qingyue's sudden movement was so scared that Murong Sichen hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned his back to Chai Qingyue, trying to use this to hide his absurd behavior just now.

Murong Sichen waited for a while and felt that Chai Qingyue had no further movement. Murong Sichen lay down like a thief and let out a long sigh.

Fortunately, I didn't wake up, otherwise what would I explain? I rubbed my face and patted my chest. Then Murong Sichen fell asleep with peace of mind.
Chapter completed!