Yu Wenye didn’t even lift his head as he wrote, "I promised Father that once we settled in Luoyang, I’d write him a letter to let him know we’re safe."
Shang Ruyi walked up behind him and peeked over his shoulder.
Yu Wenye’s wrist was slender with protruding bones, which made it appear very strong. Even when holding a pen, it was as if he were wielding a weapon. As the pen’s tip fell, each word appeared upright and vigorous, much like himself.
The last time she saw his calligraphy was on their wedding day, in that romantic bridal poem, completely different from now.
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi’s face couldn’t help but turn a little red.
As Yu Wenye continued writing, he caught a faint scent at his nose, reminiscent of milk. He couldn’t help but turn his head to see Shang Ruyi, dressed in a thin long dress, her hair was still slightly damp. Because the weather was still very warm, after bathing, she exuded a faint sweet aroma that belonged to her.
Yu Wenye suddenly felt she was too close, and it was a bit warm.
So he frowned and said, "Go brush your hair."
Shang Ruyi didn’t know how she offended him again, so she could only sit at the dressing table on the other side and let Tushere comb her hair. While combing, she thought of something and said, "When will you send this letter?"
"Naturally, as soon as possible."
"Then, how about tomorrow? I want to buy some hawthorn fruits that Mother likes, and some cherry steam cakes that Father likes, and take them over on the way."
Yu Wenye’s pen paused, and he turned to look at her, "How do you know they like these?"
Shang Ruyi blinked and didn’t speak.
She couldn’t tell him it was because she had personally tasted the Xianglai Inn’s tea snacks, so she knew Guan Yunmu’s preferences; nor could she tell him she once gave Yu Wenquan a whole box of fruit snacks and then, during a visit to her father-in-law’s room for greetings, paid special attention to which snacks he ate the fastest, thus learning his taste preferences.
Yu Wenye looked at her for a while, said nothing, and then continued to write. After a long time, he finally said, "Alright. Tomorrow, I’ll accompany you."
Shang Ruyi looked at him with some surprise.
Was it an illusion? It seemed that ever since they returned to Luoyang, Yu Wenye’s attitude toward her had improved significantly compared to before.
As the sky gradually darkened and the house began to prepare for dinner, a servant came in hastily from outside and said to Yu Wenye, "Young master, a guest has arrived."
Yu Wenye looked up, "Who?"
The servant didn’t have time to respond before a voice from behind him, filled with amusement, slowly said, "Had we known we were interrupting Brother Fengchen and his wife, we wouldn’t have come."
Immediately, more laughter echoed.
Shang Ruyi was taken aback and quickly stood up to see a group of young gentlemen laughing as they approached the entrance. Leading them was a young man in a white outfit, around the same age as Yu Wenye, with a face as refined as jade, leisurely fanning himself with a paper fan, exuding quite a debonair air.
He was the one who had just spoken.
The other gentlemen were also young and handsome, dressed in luxurious clothing. Shang Ruyi found them vaguely familiar and suddenly realized they were the groomsmen at her wedding.
Especially the one who spoke, he was the one who jokingly called her a fairy during the wedding procession.
Shang Ruyi discreetly scrutinized each of them.
At this moment, an unhappy female voice came from behind the debonair young man, saying, "Pei Xingyuan, if you don’t know how to speak, then don’t."
The speaker was a tall woman, strikingly beautiful, exuding a kind of sharp, even intimidating allure, especially with her prominent brow bones and deep-set eyes. When she stared at someone, it felt like her gaze was as sharp as a knife.
At that moment, Shang Ruyi felt as if her body was being pierced by a blade.