Who are you, handsome guy?
Wen Fuyue looked at the somewhat over - familiar man in front of her and immediately took a tactical step back, unconsciously retreating one step. A polite smile hung on her face.
"Sorry, it was I who was abrupt." Seeming to realize that his approaching had made Wen Fuyue a bit uncomfortable, the man stepped back and then explained, "I'm the shopkeeper here. I saw that the girl seemed interested in this hairpin, so I came to ask."
"Thank you. The hairpin is very nice." Wen Fuyue felt a bit embarrassed. So he was the shopkeeper here. It was really embarrassing that she only looked at it without buying.
I'd better run away first.
So Wen Fuyue gave him a polite smile and winked at Wen Yu, indicating that they should leave.
Unexpectedly, just as Wen Fuyue was about to reach the door, she heard a hasty voice.
"Miss, please wait."
She turned around and saw Lan Xian running after her with a small box in her hand. Lan Xian said to her, "Miss, our shopkeeper feels a kindred spirit with you, so he wants to give you this hairpin."
Wen Fuyue: "..." Isn't this the treatment of the female protagonist? What on earth did she do to deserve this!
Scary. Why did everyone say they felt a kindred spirit with her today? The shopkeeper of Jinyulou! He was definitely a rich man, and he was only a little less good - looking than Wei Sinian. He didn't seem like a swindler either.
However, she'd better decline the gift. Wen Fuyue gave a wary smile and refused, "Miss Lan Xian, you're being too kind. I can't accept this."
Seeing Wen Fuyue lift her skirt and about to step over the threshold, a look of anxiety immediately appeared on Lan Xian's face. Unconsciously, she grabbed the corner of Wen Fuyue's skirt.
"Let go!" Wen Yu got anxious. Thinking that Lan Xian was about to do something to Wen Fuyue, she immediately slapped Lan Xian's hand away.
"Please, miss, accept it." Wen Fuyue was startled by Wen Yu and Lan Xian. When she turned around, she saw Lan Xian's eyes full of pleading. The hand holding the box was even trembling.
Wen Fuyue was silent for a moment. Looking at the increasing pleading in Lan Xian's eyes and her pale complexion, she still reached out and took the box.
Sure enough, beauties all have thorns. Thinking of the gentle and handsome man just now, Wen Fuyue initially thought he was a good - tempered person. Unexpectedly, he was two - faced. If she didn't take the box from Lan Xian, she could foresee what would happen to Lan Xian after she left.
Thinking of that hearty smile just now, Wen Fuyue's heart softened a bit. She took the box and said, "Thank you."
"Thank you, miss."
Wen Fuyue wondered if there was anything wrong with this box. She thought it through. This hairpin was very valuable. She didn't know why that crazy person insisted on giving it to her. She'd have Xiao Fuzi check it later and then put it in her private treasury.
As Wen Fuyue was thinking, the next second she bumped into someone's arms.
A familiar cold fragrance wafted into her nose. Wen Fuyue immediately stood up, touched her nose that was red from being bumped by Wei Sinian's chin, gasped, and a trace of physiological tears welled up in her eyes.
Wei Sinian had just finished talking to Xiao Fuzi. When he came over, he saw Wen Fuyue walking forward with a solemn face, head down. He thought something had happened, so he rushed over in a hurry. Unexpectedly, Wen Fuyue walked without looking at the road at all and directly bumped into him.
[Why is Wei Sinian so tall! It hurts so much! I'm so angry!]
Seeing Wen Fuyue covering her nose and looking at him tearfully, Wei Sinian couldn't help taking a deep breath. He forced a smile and said, "Yueyue, are you throwing yourself into my arms?"
Wen Fuyue was stunned. Instantly, she felt goosebumps all over her body. She stared at Wei Sinian with wide eyes and said, "It's my fault. Your... Your Highness, I'm sorry!"
The word "husband" was on the tip of Wen Fuyue's tongue, but she just couldn't say it. She planned to muddle through and called him a strange title.
[I can't stand it. What throwing myself into his arms? Wei Sinian is just like a middle - aged greasy man! Help!]
Wei Sinian turned around and left, getting into a sedan chair by the roadside.
If he didn't leave, he was afraid he couldn't control his killing intent.
A middle - aged greasy man? Hmph, he was only in his twenties. How could he be called an old man!
Seeing this, An Fu quickly whispered to Wen Fuyue, "Your Highness, please get in quickly. Just now, the Emperor was worried that you had walked too long today, so he ordered this sedan chair for you."
Wen Fuyue followed An Fu slowly into the sedan chair.
The sedan chair looked ordinary from the outside, even a bit plain, which didn't match a person like Wei Sinian at all. Wen Fuyue marveled at it for a moment.
After getting in, the luxury inside immediately left Wen Fuyue speechless for a moment. She sat obediently in the corner farthest from Wei Sinian, saying nothing.
Seeing Wen Fuyue shrink her neck as if trying to lower her presence, Wei Sinian felt so angry that he almost laughed. He said coldly, "I wonder what I've done to displease the noble consort. The noble consort has been cold to me since lunch."
[Humph, I just don't like you, you dog emperor.]
Although Wen Fuyue thought so in her heart, a fake smile hung on her face. She said softly to Wei Sinian, "Your Majesty is the most perfect person in the world. Now that Your Majesty is willing to take time out of your busy schedule to accompany this humble concubine, how could this humble concubine be unhappy?"
Hearing this, Wei Sinian snorted and didn't look at her anymore.
It seemed that he was throwing another tantrum. Wen Fuyue was used to Wei Sinian's occasional tantrums. Now she had no mood to coax him, so she pretended not to hear and lifted the curtain to look out of the window just like Wei Sinian.
Wei Sinian, who was waiting for Wen Fuyue to coax him: "..." It seemed that the noble consort was really angry this time.
An Fu saw that the two of them were sitting far apart from each other, as if they wished they could sit outside the carriage. He suddenly had a headache and sighed inwardly.
What was wrong with the noble consort and the Emperor today? Why were they always throwing tantrums?
[I wonder how that hairpin is. Touching this box, it seems to have very complicated patterns, and I don't even know what kind of wood it is. It must be very expensive.]
[Ah, suddenly I feel a bit embarrassed. Next time when I bring money, I must go there to consume and return this favor.]
Hairpin? Wei Sinian was listening carefully to Wen Fuyue's thoughts. Hearing this, his face darkened and he looked at her hand.
He saw Wen Fuyue holding a small wooden box in her hand, which seemed very valuable. Now she seemed to be in a daze, rubbing the box with her hand and lost in thought.
Wen Fuyue didn't bring any money when she left the palace today. Who gave her this!
The anger in Wei Sinian's heart was instantly ignited. He looked at Wen Fuyue with a calm face and said, "What's in the noble consort's hand? I don't seem to have seen it just now."
[Oh no! I was in such a hurry when I got on the carriage just now that I forgot to give the thing to Wen Yu! Really, why did that handsome man give this to me!]
Hearing Wen Fuyue's thoughts, Wei Sinian got even angrier. Looking at Wen Fuyue's flustered look, a fire ignited in his heart.
Wei Sijing, he would never let him off this time!
Wen Fuyue lowered her head guiltily and adjusted the expression on her face. When she looked up, she saw that Wei Sinian had already sat beside her at some point.
She only felt that she seemed to feel Wei Sinian's warm breath and that familiar overbearing cold fragrance, which enclosed her whole body in his arms.
"This humble concubine..."
The words on her lips were blocked by a gentle touch. Wen Fuyue's eyes widened.