Shen Xihe's words floated into Xiao Huayong's eyes like sparks. His deep eyes like the abyss of the ocean bloomed like fireworks and ignited like a sea of fire in an instant. The heat wave that came towards him seemed to swallow him up.
Shen Xihe was too familiar with his burning and cannibalistic gaze. She avoided his gaze and was about to say something to divert Xiao Huayong's attention, but Xiao Huayong grabbed her hand first.
He did not do what she had imagined. Instead, he held her hands, gently brought her fingertips into his palms, wrapped her hands, and then whispered, "Yo Yo, I was not thoughtful enough before. I did not consider your feelings. I just wanted you to accept my kindness, but I did not think deeply about whether this is what you need."
He spoke softly and sincerely apologized, but Shen Xihe felt a little uncomfortable: "I am also wrong. Husband and wife should bear each other. It is no big deal to have occasional disputes. You and I are two people after all. We have our own thoughts and concerns. It is normal. I will not take the dispute just now to heart, and Your Highness does not need to mind it. If we meet again in the future and there is a disagreement, we can also argue."
Whoever can convince the other party will be listened to. If they cannot be convinced, then it will be like this time.
There are always more solutions than problems. As long as you can step back and are willing to think of other ways, you will always find a solution.
The last trace of uneasiness in Xiao Huayong's heart dissipated, and his tender eyes, filled with layers of love, gazed deeply at Shen Xihe.
He didn't say anything more, but that look made Shen Xihe feel that at that moment, she was Xiao Huayong's whole world.
Shen Xihe couldn't help but smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but a discordant voice sounded: "Gululu..."
Xiao Huayong: …
The affectionate atmosphere was instantly dispersed, and Shen Xihe couldn't help laughing: "Let's cook wontons."
Xiao Huayong loves to eat wontons and eats them seven or eight times a month. Shen Xihe always reserves some every time he makes the filling. There are also many people in the dining room, and there are special people waiting to knead the dough. Shen Xihe just wraps a bag, puts it in the pot, and cooks it very quickly.
A bowl of steaming noodles was brought in front of Xiao Huayong, who was grinning from ear to ear. The plump Jiuzhang pried open the door with a rather resentful look, revealing half of his body as he looked at Xiao Huayong who was preparing to eat outside the dining room.
He had been assigned to the Eastern Palace since His Highness was five years old, and was the first person to follow His Highness. Over the past decade, he had prepared countless delicacies for His Highness, but he had never seen His Highness smile so brightly.
What's even more outrageous is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was smiling at the Crown Princess from ear to ear a moment ago, but when he inadvertently glanced at him, his expression changed faster than the weather, and the next moment there was only deep disgust left. But he turned his eyes to the Crown Princess and smiled brightly again.
Chapter 9: …
Tianyuan ate some wontons made by Jiuzhang in the dining room, came over with a burp, looked in the direction Jiuzhang was looking, patted his shoulder with the air of an experienced person, and left happily.
The Crown Princess has already coaxed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and there is nothing left for him to do. He can go back to sleep. He has a feeling that tomorrow will be another day when he can sleep in, because the warmth of spring is destined to make the masters feel warm in their tents, but regret that the nights are too short.