In the afternoon, the doctor from the mansion came for his half - monthly routine pulse - taking.
Yi Zhici swayed her legs, not taking it seriously.
It wasn't until Doctor Cui let out a soft sigh and said, "Young Mistress, your body is too weak. It may be difficult for you to conceive. Are you still sharing a bed with the Young General?"
Yi Zhici choked, "What?"
Doctor Cui said seriously, "Sharing a bed, sleeping with the Young General."
"Yes, we do share a bed," Yi Zhici pretended nonchalantly. "But why did you suddenly bring up the matter of having a child? Did Lin Yuan mention it to you?"
Doctor Cui nodded. "He just mentioned it and asked me to check on your physical condition. But your body is so weak that it might be hard for you to get pregnant."
So it seems that Lin Yuan wants a child... Yi Zhici sighed. She hadn't had enough fun yet.
Yi Zhici thought that she should have a good talk with Lin Yuan to see if they could postpone the matter of having a child. After all, she was still young and wasn't mentally prepared to be a mother.
When Zhong Yi returned from the Marquis Mansion after delivering tremella soup, it was already dark. Yi Zhici was sitting in front of the table, staring blankly at the delicious dishes.
Zhong Yi scratched her head. "Princess, why aren't you eating? Don't you like these dishes?"
Yi Zhici shook her head. "I'm waiting for Lin Yuan. You go and eat with Zhong Qing first."
Lin Yuan didn't say when he would be back today. It was likely that he was having a great time chatting with Wei Xing and the others.
As she waited, it was already the second quarter of the Xu hour. Usually at this time, she would be going to bed, but today, Lin Yuan still hadn't come back, and he didn't even send someone to tell her.
Yi Zhici, with an empty stomach, was easily irritated.
Zhong Qing came over to trim the candle wick. Seeing Yi Zhici sitting alone, sulking over the cold dishes, she advised, "Princess, why don't you go to sleep first? I'll wake you up when the Young Master comes back."
Yi Zhici took a deep breath. "No, I'm going to find him."
She found Lin Yuan in the Flower Tower.
Back then, Yi Zhici fell in love with Lin Yuan at first sight in the Flower Tower. Now that they were married, she had to come here to find him. He had cared about whether she was cold at noon, but at night, he was carousing. Yi Zhici thought it was a bit ironic.
Mu Feng blocked her at the door. "Young Mistress, don't be angry. They're just drinking. They haven't called any girls..."
Yi Zhici suppressed her anger. "Get out of the way."
Mu Feng didn't dare to stop her, so he let Yi Zhici into the private room.
In the private room, several men were lying around drunk. Some were looking at the moon with empty wine cups in their hands, some were hugging wine jugs and crying loudly, and some were pulling the tablecloth as a quilt. They were all men, and they didn't seem to be from the capital. They looked like they were from the southern border, and there were indeed no girls.
Lin Yuan was half - drunk and half - sober. When he vaguely saw Yi Zhici, his eyes lit up immediately. "Don't ask me to drink anymore. My wife has come to take me home!"
Someone beside him stopped him. "That's not your wife. Don't flatter yourself. With such a look, isn't she a girl from the tower? Which kind - hearted person called a girl?"
"That's my wife. None of you are allowed to touch her!" Lin Yuan pushed away the drunk man beside him and staggered over. "Wife, did you come to find me?"
Yi Zhici used all her strength to suppress her anger. "Yes. Let's go home."
Lin Yuan nodded obediently. "I knew it. My wife likes me the most. Others are nothing. Let's go home."
Yi Zhici's anger subsided a little. She took the cloak that Shi Yi was holding and put it on Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan quickly said, "I'll do it myself, myself."
After putting on his own cloak, he reached out to tidy up Yi Zhici's collar, then took Yi Zhici's hand and walked out of the private room without caring about the drunk men behind them.
"Hey? Why did Zhong Jin leave?"
"If he's left, there's no point in drinking. I'm drunk, and there's no wife to take care of me."
"Don't let the golden goblet be empty in the face of the moon—"
"Stop reciting your pretentious poems!"