The little girl stood her ground, almost with her hands on her hips...
Zhao Rong’s eyebrows lifted in approval. Perfect, indiscriminate universal love was absolutely impossible now. If Qing Jun and Qian’er dared, they would have to face family discipline, cough cough.
So, it was probably the Mo Family’s plain silk tale that Qing Jun had heard at some point.
But in an instant, Zhao Rong recalled something. This afternoon, when he was accompanying Qing Jun on errands in Du You City, he saw her going to the Mo Family mansion in East City to help her mentor with something. Everyone entering and leaving there wore the robes of Moist knights.
At that time, Zhao Rong and Qian’er were waiting outside. He had looked around curiously a few times, and at that moment, Qian’er was chattering beside him, so he didn’t think much of it.
Now, it appeared that the mentor inside Tranquility Mansion, who valued his wife greatly, seemed to be surnamed Bai...
At that moment, as Zhao Rong frowned in contemplation, he didn’t notice that the rooftop was somewhat silent.
Especially after his wife bashfully lowered her head, her autumn eyes brimming with love as she spoke her heartfelt words. The atmosphere then started to turn odd, and as none of the three spoke anymore, divergent thoughts took over, gradually creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
Zhao Lingfei remained silent and buried her head.
Zhao Qian’er, with her lively peach blossom eyes, glanced back and forth between Rong’er and the young lady. Then she lifted her little head to look at the deepened night sky. She blinked.
Zhao Rong’s thoughts raced in an instant. At one moment, he finally snapped back to his senses, ready to clarify certain matters, "Qing Jun, about that plain silk tale you just mentioned..."
Zhao Qian’er suddenly interrupted,
"Brother Rong’er, Miss, it seems quite late already, nearly three o’clock. Let’s talk about it later, Brother Rong’er will be taking me down the mountain in a couple of days, and there’s still much to do tomorrow. Um, let him rest early."
Zhao Rong frowned, "Wait a moment, that..."
Zhao Lingfei suddenly stood up, her eyelids downcast, and turned to leave, "Husband, Qian’er, you both should rest early."
Zhao Rong raised his hand, "Hey, hey, Qing Jun, don’t go. I still have something..."
Upon hearing there was ’something more’, under the moonlight, Zhao Lingfei’s fair cheeks tinted a light pink, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pace hastened, like a bird escaping its cage.
Zhao Rong momentarily failed to react, having forgotten the bad intentions for which he had specifically stayed overnight. He was preoccupied with more important matters.
Zhao Rong stood there, calling out in confusion, "Hold on, Qing Jun, why are you running away, wait..."
Zhao Qian’er glared at the listless Rong’er then lightly shook her bunned hair.
Ah, such a fool, merely saying it does no good. Stick to her like glue, Miss can’t withstand your approach, it never ends well... um, stupid Brother Rong’er, considering the flowers you gave me... oh, it’s so bothersome. Miss is up ahead, can’t you move faster...
The little girl’s cheeks slightly flushed, she muttered to herself for a moment, adjusted the Purple-clothed Flower in her hair, then in the next second, she jumped up, gathered her skirts, and hurried forward, blocking Zhao Lingfei’s path.
"Miss, Miss, don’t go alone, where is Brother Rong’er supposed to sleep tonight? You haven’t mentioned it yet."
"What’s to do, where he sleeps... There are so many rooms, just prepare a comfortable one for him, no need to ask me."
"Oh, but there are no guest rooms available for direct occupation in the back house. We came back so late, and I was just busy bathing and chatting, I forgot to instruct the servants, and his guest room wasn’t prepared. Now, in the middle of the night, um, we might have to squeeze in. So... can Brother Rong’er squeeze into your bed?"
Zhao Lingfei shook her head like a rattle, attempting to bypass Qian’er, "My... my bed is small, how can it fit? He... he is restless when he sleeps, and he’s so big."
Zhao Rong then remembered the real reason he had come to find Qing Jun today and swallowed the question he wanted to ask. At this, his eyes widened, How do you know?
Zhao Qian’er shook her head, "Well, big is big, what’s there to worry about? Just try to squeeze in... size doesn’t matter... Hey, Miss, what exactly are you afraid of? Is he your husband, or is he mine? Um, okay, if not allowing him on the bed, then I’ll reluctantly take in Brother Rong’er and squeeze in with him..."
Zhao Lingfei’s feet halted abruptly, she looked up, her tone urgent yet resolute, "No!"
"Oh, then I’ll squeeze with you."
Zhao Lingfei’s frowning brows drooped, her voice weakening, "That... that won’t do either."
Zhao Qian’er spoke exasperatedly, "This won’t do, that won’t do, then where exactly is Brother Rong’er supposed to sleep? He surely can’t squeeze with Uncle Bai and Grandpa Kun, right? After all, he’s the son-in-law. Miss, you’re worrying for no reason. Even if you sleep in the same bed at night, would Brother Rong’er dare not listen to you? Besides..."
The little girl glanced at her brother Rong’er, who looked at her with gratitude, her little face earnest,
"Besides, what bad intentions could Brother Rong’er possibly harbor?"
Zhao Rong’s face turned red.
But immediately, he nodded earnestly, "Wife, let’s try to squeeze in, I don’t mind..."
Zhao Lingfei blushed and turned her face away, no longer making a sound.
About the time it takes to burn an incense stick later.
Zhao Rong, as he had wished, joined Zhao Lingfei in her boudoir...