After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 12: My Husband Really Wants to
The Xie family has sent people to ask twice when Rong Lingkuan will return home.

With the presence of clan elders, his staying at his brother-in-law's house would only make people feel bad for the Xie family.

Rong Lingkuan is almost ten years old. She knows that if she continues to live there, even though the Ji family won’t say much, her uncle, who is very proud, will definitely not agree. He also doesn’t want to make things difficult for his sister.

Rong Peilan carefully packed up several new sets of clothes for him, feeling reluctant in her heart.

His clothes no longer fit him, but he was always the forgotten one.

Last night, Ji Yunzhang stuffed a few silver bills into her pocket and asked her to sew them into his school bag.

The only thing that Rong Lingkuan always carries with him is his book bag.

He smiled sweetly, showing his cuteness. "Thank you for your hospitality, auntie. I have been staying at my brother-in-law's house for a long time. It's time to go home."

Mrs. Zhong's heart almost melted. Such a cute and sensible child belonged to someone else's family. In the end, she couldn't help but sigh. How could a child without parents not understand how to read other people's faces?

"You are such a sensible kid. Come to my house if you have any problems. Your brother-in-law is so tall for nothing. Let him help you!"

"Okay, thank you, aunt." Rong Lingkuan nodded obediently.

Ji Shizi, "???"

Rong Peilan held Rong Lingkuan's hand and walked out. The brother and sister walked in silence all the way.

When they reached the gate, Rong Lingkuan looked up at his sister and squeezed her palm.

As if to comfort her, he said, "Sister, I will protect myself."

Rong Peilan held back her tears and tried hard to force a smile, but the sob in her throat made her unable to make a sound, so she could only hold his hand and nod.

On the way back, Zhong filled the carriage with things that she thought Rong Lingkuan would need for food and clothing.

There are also a bunch of little gadgets that I bought with Ji Yunzhang when we came here.

Rong Lingkuan returned to Xie's house with the cart full of things, and only then did three servants empty the carriage.

When he came back, his uncle just said "You're back", rewarded the steward of the marquis's mansion who sent him back, and then turned back to the study.

His aunt Song, who usually never looked at him straight in the eye, smiled and said, "It's incredible. Marrying someone of a higher status is different."

"You brought quite a lot of stuff. Are you worried that your brother will be treated harshly at your uncle's house?"

Rong Lingkuan's eyes flickered slightly, and his little face was tense. The carriage of the Marquis' Mansion had not yet left, but his aunt couldn't wait to mock him. If he lost face for his sister, wouldn't he also lose face for the Xie family?

Song was furious. This little thing dared to look at her in disdain. Her voice was a little sharp. "What are you looking at? Even if your sister has become a rich woman, she still can't keep you for a few more days. You still have to go back to the Xie family."

These should have belonged to her daughter Xie Shuning, but the damn girl was stupid and didn't want the gold ingots, but insisted on hugging that flowery steamed bun from the Kang family.

She rolled her eyes and said, "You are so ignorant. Just stay at home and don't embarrass yourself by approaching other people's houses again."

Xie's mansion is not on the main street, but it is not remote either. All the ministers of the court live nearby.

Although Rong Lingkuan is young, he is not in a position to swear.

His face turned red, and he shouted to Song, "Fortunately, there is no sword to drive forward, why would I throw myself away?"

After saying that, he carried his things and walked towards the front yard.

Song didn't understand, "Eh? What do you mean?! Don't leave!"

This was the first time that the young boy grew reverse scales, and his small figure walked away without looking back.

Song could only watch the little figure carrying her things away.

She was so angry that she could only spit at the innocent doorman.

In the afternoon, Yuhui Garden was quiet and peaceful. The scorching sun made all the flowers in the garden wilt.

There were only two maids in the garden, doing needlework under the corridor, and there was another one sitting on the threshold of the side room, drowsy.

As the cool summer breeze passed, the bamboos beside the courtyard wall rustled. In the inner room, Rong Peilan fell asleep on the couch, with the account book in her hand hanging on her legs.

The summer heat was unbearable, and since no one could see her anyway, she changed into a thin, light, cool gauze jacket after noon.

All her long black hair was combed up on top of her head into a comfortable and simple bun, with only a white jade hairpin pinned on the top of her head to secure the bun.

This hairpin looks particularly familiar. Isn't this the one that Prince Ji often wears?

The beauty was lying on the couch, her slender white neck was like mutton-fat jade, and the moon-white tube top dress outlined her slender and beautiful figure.

As soon as Ji Yunzhang entered the room, he saw the graceful and charming young lady who had been hiding from him for the past two days.

He unconsciously slowed down his pace and walked quietly to her side.

There were several account books on the couch, spread out at his feet, probably all of them had been read.

Ji Yunzhang carefully picked up the person. The person in his arms was sleeping soundly, and the pretty little face just rubbed against his shoulder.

As he bent down and stood up, the coat of the person in his arms slipped off her shoulders. The delicate and round shoulders made his eyes darker.

"Ouch!"

The sudden sound startled Ji Yunzhang so much that he almost threw the person in his arms out.

Rong Peilan was also awakened by the fright. The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her subconsciously open her arms and climb onto Ji Yunzhang's neck to prevent herself from falling.

"Mom!" Ji Yunzhang's face turned dark when he saw who was coming.

Zhong covered her eyes with her hands, but couldn't help but peek through her fingers.

Her son went out early in the morning, and he had clearly said he would be back at sunset. She wanted to teach her daughter-in-law how to manage the household, so she just wanted to get more account books for her to see. Little did she know that she would ruin her son's plan as soon as she came.

"Hey, I didn't see anything. Go on, go on."

Zhong didn't even bother to ask the maid to put down the account book she brought. She led the maid and ran away quickly. She walked so happily that even her handkerchief almost flew away.

What's the point of taking care of the household? She still has energy left. There's no rush. The important thing for the young couple is to have a baby as soon as possible.

Rong Peilan stared at her mother-in-law's departing back, then looked up at the man who suddenly appeared.

Ji Yunzhang looked at the person in his arms who had completely lost all sleepiness, and raised the corners of his lips, "My wife, are you still sleepy?"

His mother must have told everyone about Yuhui, and there must be no one in the garden at this moment.

Even if you scream to the sky, no one will come.

Rong Peilan's eyes widened, "!!"

She pressed his face with one hand and grabbed his shoulder with the other and tried to struggle down.

Her face was red, and her voice was incoherent. "In broad daylight, what are you saying?"

Ji Yunzhang put her down and looked at her teasingly, "My lady, what are you thinking about? I am just asking if you are sleepy."

Hearing this, Rong Peilan's cheeks turned even redder. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she gathered her collar. At this moment, she regretted wearing such a light gauze jacket for the coolness. "I, I didn't think of anything."

Ji Yunzhang bent down and moved closer to her, forcing her to retreat step by step until she reached the wall with nowhere to go.

His eyes darkened as he slowly leaned closer to her ear and said, "My lady, don't you miss it? I miss you very much."

The summer breeze blew through the hall, blowing up the white gauze by the window and covering the figures of the pair supporting each other.

The only sound in the garden was the rustling of bamboo leaves.

Quiet and warm.

(End of this chapter)