C503 And that's what 503 is after

"But, I'm worried …"

"Don't worry."

Yan Yuan interrupted Liu Ruo Qing, "Rong Qi will not kill Xiao Yue, as for how he treats her, that is not our business. Furthermore, you have Xiao Yue by your side right now, she will not be at ease.

Liu Ruo Qing wanted to say something, but when she thought about it, if Xiao Yue's matter had implicated her, she would not do it.

At that time, Xiao Yue had already caused quite a bit of trouble for her, and almost caused her to die. Thus, since Xiao Yue wanted to return, she decided not to stop him.

If it was because Xiao Yue had implicated her, and thus implicated Yan Yuan, she would not even let Xiao Yue off.

Therefore, on the second day, Liu Ruo Qing found an excuse, saying that Xiao Yue had stolen from the owner's property.

This was just a small matter of King Jing Palace taking care of the servants. It was not common in aristocratic families, so no one would pay attention to it.

After Xiao Yue left, Yan Yuan personally picked a servant girl to stand by Liu Ruo Qing's side, in charge of attending to her.

"This servant Jin Shu greets wangfei."

"No need for formalities."

Liu Ruo Qing knew martial arts, so she could easily feel that Jin Shu knew martial arts, and that it was not low.

Since it was picked by Yan Yuan himself, she naturally wouldn't doubt Jin Shu's sincerity. Presumably, Yan Yuan had arranged someone by her side that could serve and protect her at the same time.

Shen Ji Hall —

"Master, do we have to go this way?"

The young man frowned as he looked at the white haired old man in front of him.

"Since when has the Young Lord become so indecisive? We have prepared for so many years just so that we could take back the world? As for what methods you use, as long as it can help me take back the mountains and rivers, it's a good method. "

The old man's powerful voice caused the expression of the man in front of him to change. Exhaustion filled his gloomy eyes.

"Disciple understands."

"It's good that you understand. You should go handle this matter personally. I'll lend you a hand."

Ever since young son was born, Liu Ruo Qing's center of gravity had been placed on him, causing a certain Elder to feel like he had lost his favour for a very long time.

Fortunately, young son was kind. He took over a portion of Mother's time during the day, and was extremely cooperative at night. His royal father, who had made him suffer the cold shoulder, could still feel that there was true love in the world.

On this day, after settling the case at hand, Yan Yuan had long since returned from the marble temple. The moment he returned to the palace, he immediately went to the main courtyard to find his own wife.

Seeing Liu Ruo Qing quietly sitting on a chair to stitch her clothes, she walked over with a bit of appetite.

"You've already sewed this piece of cloth for a long time. When are you going to make one for me?"

He moved closer to Liu Ruo Qing's side with an obedient face, his chin resting on Liu Ruo Qing's shoulder, trying to curry favor with him.

Liu Ruo Qing tilted her head to look at him, and said snappily: "I only learned how to sew recently, and I've already sewed for more than half a month for such a small piece of clothing, how can I have the time to make it for you?"

Hearing this, Yan Yuan's resentful gaze slowly turned to the small piece of clothes in her hands, and felt that he had once again fallen out of favor.

Liu Ruo Qing was amused by his actions. She reached out to lightly push his face closer and chuckled: "Why are you and your son jealous? The first embroidery of my life is for you. You should be proud of yourself."

Being mentioned by Liu Ruo Qing in this way, only then did Yan Yuan remember that at that time, in order to obtain the heartlock, a certain someone did everything possible to curry favor with him, sacrificed ten fingers to stitch a handkerchief for him.

On the handkerchief, there was a pair of mandarin ducks that looked like chickens and some twigs that didn't look like twigs.

The only thing that caught his eye was probably the lines on the handkerchief.

Thinking about that handkerchief, Yan Yuan could not help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Do you not like my embroidery?"

Liu Ruo Qing stared at Yan Yuan's smiling face in dissatisfaction and continued to say: "Since you dislike it, I will never embroider for you again."

"Don't, don't, I'm not averse to it. As long as it's embroidered by Qing Er, I like it."

With his current position in the Duke Palaces, aside from being a servant, he was the lowest. If he did not curry favor with his precious wife, his position would definitely be even lower in the future.

"Then what were you laughing at?"

Liu Ruo Qing tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes emitting a warning light. It was as if she was saying to Yan Yuan: Think carefully about how to answer this, otherwise, you will be sleeping on the floor tonight.

"I've thought of those lines of poetry," I've thought of those lines of poetry.

As he spoke, his large hands began to move around Liu Ruo Qing's body uneasily, gently biting his ear, "At that time, did you want to use those few lines of yours to confess to me?"

"You're thinking too much!"

To him, having a wife and children, accompanying him until he was old, that was all he needed in his life.

Thus, he could allow others to touch him, but he absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to think about his beloved wife or son. Otherwise, he would absolutely put his life on the line against those people.

"What are you thinking about?"

Liu Ruo Qing noticed that Yan Yuan's body suddenly had a tinge of coldness, and said anxiously in his heart.

"Nothing."

"I just don't know if I can survive if there comes a day when you leave me."

Liu Ruo Qing's body stiffened, after that, she patted his chest in displeasure and said: "What nonsense are you talking about."

Yan Yuan laughed, and did not continue the topic, he only hugged Liu Ruo Qing's body, and smiled with satisfaction.

When returned from the palace three months ago, his expression was a little vexed.

"What's wrong?"

Just as Liu Ruo Qing "served" the young son well for sleep, she saw Yan Yuan frown, and slowly walk towards her, extending her arm and hugging her tightly.