The outer robe still retained Heran Yanting's body temperature and his unique aura. The moment Feng Yunshu put it on, she felt as if the warmth could seep through her skin and into her heart. It was like being embraced by him, exuding an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere everywhere.
"Your Highness, you're not in good health yourself. I'm not cold," Feng Yunshu said, glancing at Heran Yanting's thin clothes and wanting to take off the robe and return it to him.
"I'm fine. If I can't even protect my own wife, I might as well not have this broken body," Heran Yanting replied.
"Your Highness, can you stop talking nonsense? What do you mean by 'not have it'? Do you want to throw your body on the roadside?"
Feng Yunshu gave Heran Yanting a disgruntled look. "It doesn't seem like a bad idea to me. If Your Highness throws your body on the street, I'll reluctantly pick it up and make you a coolie."
Hearing this, Heran Yanting pouted dissatisfiedly. "So in my wife's eyes, I'm only fit to be a coolie?"
"Otherwise? What else do you want to do?"
"I can be a gigolo, accompany you for meals and drinks, and even warm your bed..." As he said this, Heran Yanting raised his eyebrows and smiled at Feng Yunshu.
Feng Yunshu's face flushed instantly. At this moment, she really didn't feel cold anymore. The blood in her whole body warmed up and was even about to boil.
"Your Highness, how do you know so much about the skills of a gigolo? It sounds very proficient. Have you been someone's gigolo before?"
To cover up her uneasiness, Feng Yunshu flirted back without hesitation.
The two of them bickered back and forth, completely forgetting that there was a great national master beside them.
"Go home and bicker if you want! Is it fun to tease a confirmed bachelor like me here?"
Kong Ze shrugged discontentedly and then gave Heran Yanting a meaningful look. "Prince Heran, I didn't have the chance to greet you in the main hall earlier. Now, I'll just say what's on my mind."
Heran Yanting looked at Kong Ze, his eyes narrowing slightly with caution. "Just say what you want to say, National Master."
"I've always regarded Yunshu as my own younger sister. I'm more or less part of her family. Since she's married to you, Your Highness, I hope you'll take good care of her. If I find out that she's been wronged in your mansion, I won't let it go easily."
"Hehe," Heran Yanting sneered, his lips curling up. "The National Master is being over - cautious. Since my wife has married me, I'll naturally hold her in the palm of my hand and cherish her. How could there be any question of her being wronged?"
"But in the main hall, I heard that you beat your wife. What's that about?"
Hearing this, Feng Yunshu quickly interrupted their conversation. "Senior brother, it's getting late. You should go back quickly. We should go back too."
Feng Yunshu glanced at Heran Yanting's expression. She had just managed to explain the "domestic violence" incident and soothe this big proud man. She really didn't have the energy to deal with it again.
Fortunately, Heran Yanting didn't say anything more, and soon they all went their separate ways.
"My wife, put on the robe. Let's go home," Heran Yanting said, turning to look at Feng Yunshu. Seeing that her face was still a bit pale, worry couldn't be hidden between his eyebrows. Naturally, he took her hand. When he felt the coldness of her palm, he unconsciously tightened his grip.
"Why is your hand so cold?"
Feng Yunshu turned to look at him. Feeling the warmth from his palm, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up, and then she held his hand back.
"Your Highness, as long as you hold my hand, I don't feel cold anymore. Hehe..."
Heran Yanting's heart skipped a beat. Feng Yunshu was smiling so brightly and charmingly in his eyes, just like the most beautiful flower on the branch.
It was the first time he heard her speak so coquettishly. The way she tilted her head slightly was like a kitten rubbing against someone, so cute and obedient.
A smile spread across Heran Yanting's lips. He reached out and gently pinched her rosy cheeks. "Did my wife steal some honey today? Why are you so sweet - talking..."
Suddenly, Feng Yunshu seemed to think of something. She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Whether I've eaten sugar or not, Your Highness can just taste it and find out."
Hearing this, Heran Yanting trembled all over. His body suddenly felt hot. Before he could react, Feng Yunshu, the "culprit", turned around and skipped away. She smiled brightly and joked with Heran Yanting.
"Your Highness, I have something to take care of, so I won't go back with you. Be careful on your way back, Your Highness."
After saying that, Feng Yunshu turned around and quickly got into another carriage. "Coachman, let's go. To Qinghe Village."
The carriage slowly moved forward. When it was about to disappear from sight, Feng Yunshu lifted the curtain of the carriage and waved at Heran Yanting, who was still standing there in the distance through the window. "Your Highness, go back quickly!"
Heran Yanting watched her carriage disappear without showing any emotion. Soon, Yan Liu rushed over to report some news.
"Master, the black - clothed man who had been following the princess has been captured and interrogated. He confessed that it was the first wife of the prime minister's mansion who ordered him to do so. What should we do with this black - clothed man, Master?"
"Another incident involving the first wife. Hmph, such a person from the Mu family who openly and secretly bullies a junior is nothing but a despicable villain," Heran Yanting said as he twirled his ring, his eyes and eyebrows exuding a cold and murderous aura. "Cut out that man's tongue and send it to the first wife as my greeting gift."
"Yes, Master!"
Yan Liu quickly nodded in agreement. The prince in front of him finally showed a bit of his former cold - hearted self. Since the princess appeared, he hadn't seen the prince so murderous for a long time. Yan Liu thought to himself that the first wife was probably in trouble.
...
"Miss, are we really going to Qinghe Village to find Aunt Yu?"
Ziyuan asked uncertainly while sitting in the carriage.
Feng Yunshu nodded. "Yes, otherwise? We can't delay this any longer. Who knows what else might happen? This is the only clue we can find for now."
Ziyuan nodded and obediently followed Feng Yunshu to look for someone.
Although Qinghe Village was remote, it was fortunately still on the outskirts of the capital. About an hour and a half later, Feng Yunshu looked up and saw a stone stele in the distance with the words "Qinghe Village" written on it.
By this time, the sky had already darkened a bit. There were sporadic candles lit in the village, and wisps of cooking smoke were rising, giving it a very homely atmosphere.
"Coachman, stop here. Please wait a moment. We'll go find someone and come back right away."
After getting off the carriage, the mistress and her two maids walked towards the village.
Qinghe Village was a village at the foot of a mountain. Its geographical location was quite good, surrounded by mountains and rivers.
But as she got closer, Feng Yunshu felt something was wrong. Along the way, many farmers had closed their doors early, and there was not a single person on the road. But at this time of the day, it shouldn't be so desolate.
Seeing a house with a candle lit not far away, Feng Yunshu walked over to ask what was going on. But as soon as she got to the door, the people inside took one look at her and her two maids and then panicked and closed the door, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Hey, Auntie!"
Seeing the door closed, Feng Yunshu quickly stepped forward to stop her, but the door was already shut tightly.