Peaceful Farm Life
Chapter 418 Ugly_1

Chapter 418: Chapter 418 Ugly_1

"Hmm."

"Then I’ll sleep with you," he paused, "for as long as you need."

"Hmm." Xiao Changyi kissed An Jing on her forehead once more before closing his eyes to sleep.

An Jing also closed her eyes. She had actually gone to bed quite late last night because he hadn’t come back. She wasn’t used to sleeping without being in his arms, but her body’s fatigue eventually got the best of her.

After all, they had been riding horses and rushing along the road for the past fifteen days; she was indeed a little tired.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi slept straight through to noon. During that time, the Emperor of Xiyun had come to visit once, and upon hearing that they were still asleep, he left and ordered that no one should disturb their rest.

The Chamberlain of Fenghua Palace also told An Jing and Xiao Changyi that the Emperor of Xiyun had prepared a midday meal and asked them to go to Jun Palace to eat.

By the time An Jing and Xiao Changyi arrived at Jun Palace, it was already the afternoon, and the Emperor of Xiyun had long finished his meal. As a result, An Jing and Xiao Changyi ate while the Emperor of Xiyun sat to one side, watching them.

Even just watching, the Emperor of Xiyun was very happy; his Yi Er was back home for a rare visit, after all.

While watching, the Emperor of Xiyun couldn’t help but speak up, smiling, "This morning, Chengyu came to give me his greetings, looking refreshed and bright. I have no idea what that boy was up to last night."

The Emperor’s palace was his own territory with many eyes and ears; how could he possibly be unaware of last night’s events, when Su Chengyu dragged Changyi to the East Palace for a long night’s talk?

An Jing didn’t expose the Emperor of Xiyun, but Xiao Changyi bluntly retorted, "Don’t pretend."

The Emperor of Xiyun wasn’t the least bit angry, and instead, he laughed joyfully several times before sighing deeply, "That boy is still not steady enough."

Xiao Changyi scoffed, "He has become exactly what you wanted him to be; what more do you expect?"

The Emperor of Xiyun suddenly looked a bit aggrieved, "I’m only hoping he would become even better. I wish for him to surpass me..."

Xiao Changyi placed some dishes into his wife’s bowl before stating indifferently, "He will surpass you."

The Emperor of Xiyun nodded, "With your words, I feel much relieved."

Xiao Changyi said no more.

Listening to the conversation between Xiao Changyi and the Emperor of Xiyun, An Jing admired the Emperor’s magnanimity even more. He was indeed beyond the simple description of a wise ruler.

After the midday meal, since the Emperor of Xiyun still had to review memorials, An Jing and Xiao Changyi didn’t linger in Jun Palace.

But as they were about to leave, passing by the Emperor of Xiyun, Xiao Changyi abruptly stopped, giving a disdainful look at the few strands of white hair at the Emperor’s temples and said, "Old man, you have white hair. It’s ugly."

An Jingxin’s heart suddenly felt a pang. Her husband’s way of showing concern for the Emperor of Xiyun was indeed...

The Emperor of Xiyun touched his temples, chuckling, "I’ve had them since last year. Time spares no one; I truly am getting old." He paused, "Should I pluck them out so you won’t be bothered by the sight?"

Xiao Changyi found it even more distasteful, "Better not to pluck them; removing them will only cause more to grow, even uglier."

"Hahaha—" The Emperor of Xiyun laughed out loud, his eyes somewhat moist.

Xiao Changyi said nothing further and, without another look at the Emperor, led An Jing out of Jun Palace and then back to Fenghua Palace.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi had just stepped into Fenghua Palace when the Crown Princess Ning Wen Xian arrived shortly afterward. Ning Wen Xian was graceful and poised, truly fitting the image of a Crown Princess Consort.

However, Ning Wen Xian was excessively proper in her mannerisms, being overly courteous to An Jing and speaking without revealing anything, making An Jing feel rather uncomfortable during their conversation. It felt extremely official and tiresome.

It would have been better not to talk at all.