After they got married, Xiao Huayong gradually discovered some of Shen Xihe's preferences. Although she did not show them intentionally, she could still notice with careful attention that Shen Xihe liked to eat dairy products, and she would always eat more as long as goat's or cow's milk was added.
Recently, she always went out in the rain at dawn and returned in the rain when it got dark. He was bedridden and could not accompany her. If the weather was fine, he could still pretend to follow her with his sick body, but in a day like this, it would not be a good idea for him to follow her even if he wanted to.
Seeing that she would just cause more trouble, he had no choice but to wait for her to return in the mansion. When he had nothing to do, he made hot tea with ginger and milk. He thought it tasted great, so he waited here, hoping that she could taste it first.
In the entire county, the only person who had nothing to do was Xiao Huayong. His frail health forced him to rest, but even so, no one complained about it. Even though His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not have to do anything, he was more popular with the people than Xiao Changqing and Xiao Changyan, who had to accompany them in the mud and sweat all day long.
Because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was guided by the gods, and he dragged his sick body to lead them through the difficult times.
"If you really catch a cold, who will wait for me when I come home?" Shen Xihe held the warm but not hot porcelain cup in both hands. The warmth penetrated from her fingertips into her skin and spread to her heart.
Knowing that she was worried about him, Xiao Huayong turned around, took out the cloak and put it on her, then pulled her to sit down in the small pavilion beside him: "I save it. With you by my side, how dare I not take care of myself? Come and try my new tea."
Shen Xihe was not the kind of person who liked to nag. She lowered her head and opened the porcelain cup. The rich aroma of milk accompanied by the warm air made her take a deep sniff. She picked up the spoon and couldn't help but taste it. Although it smelled of ginger, it didn't taste the spiciness of ginger at all.
"I know you don't like Jiang." Xiao Huayong said softly when he saw Shen Xihe's relaxed brows.
She didn't like the spiciness of ginger, so she usually used as little ginger as possible in her dishes. The ginger soup I made for her before was more difficult than asking her to drink medicine, so she thought about it and decided that ginger was better for driving away the cold.
"It's mellow and lasting, warms the stomach, what a great tea." Shen Xihe couldn't help but praise it, then he put down the spoon, picked up the porcelain cup and drank it in small sips. He soon finished the whole cup, and even felt a little unsatisfied.
"Also, I'll ask someone to get it, and then we'll go back to the room." Xiao Huayong's lips did not fall.
Shen Xihe nodded slightly, and the two of them walked forward hand in hand, one tall and one short, very harmonious. Although they were not even holding hands, they were like hair entangled in the wind, indescribably tender and charming, as if the damp cold wind had reduced some of the chill.
Unlike the Crown Prince and his wife who were enjoying themselves happily, Emperor Youning, who was far away in Kyoto, finally received a belated message from Xiao Changyan. It was not a complaint, but it was his duty to report everything that had happened.
After reading it, Emperor Youning slapped the table, which shocked several ministers and made them all silent. No one dared to speak first.
Emperor Youning was angry because he thought Shen Xihe was so bold that he dared to make his own decision on such a big matter. But Xiao Changyan told the story impartially and without exaggeration, including Shen Xihe's rebuttal to Xiao Changyan's words, which made Emperor Youning unable to find a starting point to blame him.