Flowers seemed to be blooming in his heart. Xiao Huayong was so excited that he held Shen Xihe's hand. His voice trembled slightly: "Yo... Yo, you mean you... care about me?"
Xiao Huayong spoke the last three words in a very low voice. He looked into her eyes, which were shining with silver light and also flickering with anxiety.
"Yes, Your Highness is someone I care about." Shen Xihe did not evade at all.
If she didn't care, how could she have mistakenly thought that he was poisoned and stayed with him all night
Such behavior was considered quite extraordinary for the polite Shen Xihe.
Xiao Huayong opened his arms and hugged Shen Xihe tightly. He said excitedly: "Oh, I'm so happy!"
Shen Xihe never said the word "care" out loud. Her restraint and even rationality made him feel powerless and helpless many times. He dreamed of becoming irreplaceable and indispensable to her one day. Hearing her say "care" made him feel like he had found a treasure, and his joy was beyond words.
Shen Xihe let him hold her, her lips relaxed: "I made wontons for His Highness."
It is true that Xiao Huayong likes to eat wontons, and it is not just because of Shen Xihe. He loved wontons before he met Shen Xihe, and his love for them became even deeper after he met Shen Xihe.
Wontons should not be left out for a long time, so Xiao Huayong reluctantly let go of Shen Xihe. Shen Xihe brought out the wontons and placed them in front of Xiao Huayong.
Xiao Huayong looked at the white flour wontons floating in the soup bowl, raised his lips and ate them until not a drop of soup was left.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was quickly coaxed into calming down, and he dragged Shen Xihe to see their bridal chamber. The bridal chamber was almost decorated, and Shen Xihe discovered that all the chairs were carved with Pingzhong leaves. Some were freely stretched out, some were pieced together like blooming flowers, and some were flying like dancing butterflies.
Xiao Huayong also built her own incense-making room, which was equipped with all kinds of incense utensils, as well as many rare spices. Outside the house, the apricot-yellow leaves of two Pingzhong trees fell in the wind, and when she opened the window, the fresh fragrance of Pingzhong leaves wafted in.
"Your Highness, there is no need to accommodate me like this." After reading it, Shen Xihe liked it, but she also felt that every detail was to her liking, without Xiao Huayong's own needs.
"I only want you. With you here, I can't see anyone else." Xiao Huayong said affectionately.
With her around, everything else is just a foil, as long as it can be used and looks good.
"Your Highness, don't you have any special hobbies?" Thinking about it carefully, Shen Xihe, apart from knowing that Xiao Huayong likes to eat wontons, seemed to have not discovered any other special hobbies of his.
"Before I was eight years old, I liked cherries." Xiao Huayong restrained his smile and said, "It was precisely because of my preference that I couldn't restrain myself from touching that bowl of cherries. Since then, I have never indulged myself again."
Only by having no preferences can you be neither sad nor happy and avoid falling into traps easily.
Shen Xihe suddenly felt distressed. She understood that this was how the strong should be, which was why most of the strong were lonely. Once a person had no likes or dislikes of his own, he would lose interest in life. He probably also faced a short life calmly.
"It doesn't matter if I didn't have it before, but now I have it." Xiao Huayong looked down at their clasped hands and lifted her hand up, "Yoyo is what I like."
This was the first time that Xiao Huayong said something affectionate, and Shen Xihe was not left speechless or even deliberately avoiding it. She said, "It's an honor."