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Chapter 314 The Desire of the Heart

The wet nurse quickly brought Zhao Zhao over.

On a whim, Wen Jiayue personally changed her daughter's clothes.

Zhao Zhao cooperated, but every time Wen Jiayue reached out her hand, she would open her arms and hug her.

"Mother," Zhao Zhao said, clinging to her arm affectionately, "Yi Yi..."

She looked at the clothes that matched her mother's color and was extremely excited.

Wen Jiayue asked with a smile, "Would Zhaozhao like wearing the same clothes as Mother?"

Zhao Zhao nodded vigorously and said earnestly, "I like it."

She was still young and couldn't speak many words, and sometimes her speech was unclear, but Wen Jiayue understood and smiled as she patted her head.

After she was dressed, Wen Jiayue held her and looked in the mirror, asking, "Is there anything that's uncomfortable?"

Zhao Zhao shook her head, blinked her big eyes at another unused garment, looking somewhat confused, as if she didn't quite understand why another one was needed.

Wen Jiayue explained, "Those belong to your father. Let's all wear the same clothes tomorrow, okay?"

Zhao Zhao immediately smiled and replied in her childish voice, "Okay."

Since there was nothing uncomfortable about it, Wen Jiayue prepared to take it off for her.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhao didn't want to take it off, hiding in her arms and not letting her touch it, clearly loving the new clothes.

Wen Jiayue felt both helpless and amused, and instructed the wet nurse, "Let her wear it if she wants, but be careful not to get it dirty."

The wet nurse nodded and took the little master back.

Since the clothes from Jinfu Pavilion were so well made, Wen Jiayue rewarded Zhaozhao with more silver and also ordered two winter outfits for her.

Although there are still two months until the Chinese New Year, it's time to start preparing.

No sooner had the people from Jinfu Pavilion left than Shen Funian arrived.

Wen Jiayue greeted her with a smile, but was startled by the dark circles under her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

“I didn’t sleep last night,” Shen Funian yawned, her eyes still wet with tears. “I was a little… excited, yes, excited, thinking about having to leave the manor to meet people tomorrow.”

She emphasized it twice for no apparent reason, and Wen Jiayue stopped believing her, thinking she must be scared.

She comforted him, "If you really don't want to go, that's fine too. Anyway, your older brother knows what he's doing. Whether Wen Ruohuan comes or not, it won't cause any problems."

"That won't do!" Shen Funian immediately said, "Wine and women are harmful. What if my brother drinks and mistakes Wen Ruohuan for you?"

Wen Jiayue sighed, thinking, "She and Wen Ruohuan don't even look that alike, do they?"

"I must go tomorrow," Shen Funian said, her fighting spirit rekindled. "If Wen Ruohuan dares to do anything bad, I will kill her without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"Alright, alright, you're a heroine who's just as capable as any man," Wen Jiayue coaxed her, "but even heroines need to sleep. Go back to sleep now."

“Alright,” Shen Funian stood up, “tomorrow will be the day I return in triumph!”

Wen Jiayue shook her head helplessly, hoping that she could get a good night's sleep.

In the evening, only Shen Chengyao came over.

“Aunt, my mother is still sleeping. When I asked her to get up, she scolded me,” Shen Chengyao explained, feeling wronged. “So I had to come alone.”

Wen Jiayue was both amused and exasperated: "Never mind her, let's start practicing martial arts."

After warming up, Wen Jiayue was about to practice the moves she had learned yesterday when she felt a warm current flowing down her body.

She had no choice but to let Yao'er practice on her own while she went to change.

When Shen Fuhan returned, he saw Wen Jiayue sitting to the side holding a hand warmer, her face somewhat pale.

He strode forward, frowning, and asked, "Is your period here?"

Wen Jiayue nodded: "I won't learn today, husband, go and teach Yao'er."

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, but simply picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"You look terrible, and you're still out in the cold wind in the yard?"

The scolding was tinged with worry and anxiety, but Wen Jiayue didn't feel uncomfortable; she knew he cared about her.

"It's alright, I'm just sitting with Yao'er for a while," Wen Jiayue explained. "Third Sister is still resting, and Yao'er came alone, so I can't neglect him."

“You care about others,” Shen Fuhan poured her a cup of hot tea, “but most importantly, you care about yourself.”

He asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head and urged, "Go teach Yao'er swordsmanship, don't keep him waiting too long."

Shen Fuhan turned and strode out the door. Wen Jiayue had only taken a sip of tea when he turned back.

"Why are you back?"

"Let Yao'er go back to Chang Le Academy," Shen Fuhan said, helping her take off her shoes and socks and tucking her into the blankets. "Are you hungry?"

Wen Jiayue looked at him with a puzzled expression: "I'm already lying in bed, and you're only now asking me if I'm hungry?"

“If you’re hungry, eat here,” Shen Fuhan said, placing her feet on his lap and warming them. “If you’re not hungry, rest.”

Wen Jiayue curled up her toes uncomfortably, trying to pull them back.

"I'll just have Ruyi make a hot water bottle."

Although these actions were very considerate, Wen Jiayue was not quite used to them.

“I’m better than a hot water bottle,” Shen Fuhan insisted. “If you get cold, I’ll hold you.”

Just as Wen Jiayue was about to speak, her lower abdomen suddenly began to hurt, as if a hand was stirring inside her abdominal cavity, making it restless.

She frowned, clutched her stomach, and remained silent for a long while.

Upon seeing this, Shen Fuhan immediately got onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.

"Is this more comfortable?"

Since he volunteered to act as a warm-up, Wen Jiayue didn't refuse anymore. She adjusted to a comfortable position and closed her eyes to pretend to sleep.

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Finally, she asked in a low voice, "Should I talk to you to distract you at a time like this, or should I stay quiet?"

Wen Jiayue nestled in his arms, her voice languid.

"Don't say anything."

Shen Fuhan kept it in mind and obediently remained silent, letting her hold him without moving.

After a short while, Wen Jiayue felt better and then spoke up: "Jinfu Pavilion delivered the clothes today, and they fit both Zhaozhao and me perfectly."

"That's good," Shen Fuhan stroked her hair, "Does it still hurt?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Just because it doesn't hurt now doesn't mean it won't hurt in the future.

Shen Fuhan sighed inwardly, pondering whether the Imperial Hospital had any prescriptions that could relieve pain without harming the body.

Then Wen Jiayue asked, "Husband, was the shopkeeper the idea to embroider twin lotus flowers?"

"No."

"Who is that?"

"……I."

Wen Jiayue looked up in surprise: "Why did you embroider this?"

Shen Fuhan avoided answering: "Is it not good-looking?"

“It’s beautiful…”

Shen Fuhan waited for her to make a turn, but Wen Jiayue hesitated to say the second half of her sentence.

He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "And then?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "That's all. I just think my husband has good taste."

She was afraid that if she said it aloud, Shen Fuhan would laugh at her for being delusional.

Thinking about it carefully, twin lotus flowers are actually quite common. Perhaps Shen Fuhan just thought they looked nice and used them. She shouldn't have thought about the aspect of marital harmony.

Seeing that she thought this way, Shen Fuhan immediately frowned.

“It’s not just about having a good eye,” Shen Fuhan said, emphasizing each word, “this twin lotus is also what my heart desires.”