NFBE Chapter 478 Being near the water tower gives you an advantage (2)
Chapter 478 Being near the water tower gives you an advantage (2)
The courtyard fell silent.
Wen Jiayue was enveloped in an overwhelming silence, and felt like she couldn't breathe.
She thought of her father and mother, and also her younger brother and sister.
Not long ago, they were a family, but now she's all alone.
Wen Jiayue couldn't stop crying and eventually fell asleep.
The Xiangzhu Courtyard was quiet, and the lights gradually dimmed, while the Zheqing Courtyard was brightly lit.
Shen Fuhan worked late into the night and finally finished writing the last word.
"Second brother, go back to sleep," Shen Fuhan put down his brush. "It's late."
"It's alright, I'm not sleepy yet," Shen Fufei shook his head and asked, "Brother, is that Miss Wen really going to stay in our manor from now on?"
Shen Fuhan looked up and asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"
“No, it’s just that I feel my brother treats her very well,” Shen Fufei smiled meaningfully, “It seems that this sister-in-law has won my brother’s heart.”
“Spending so much time with Third Sister has made you start talking nonsense,” Shen Fuhan explained calmly. “She has nowhere to go and is still young. Since she’s going to marry into the Marquis’s mansion sooner or later, it’s better for her to do so now.”
“Miss Wen is still young. I’m worried that if she spends too much time with my elder brother, she might only treat you as an older brother. How will you two get married in the future?”
Shen Fuhan said dismissively, "If that's really the case, then I'll become her elder brother, and she can marry whomever she wants without being bound by a marriage contract."
Shen Fufei smiled and said, "Brother, you've thought this through very well."
"Alright, you really should go now," Shen Fuhan said, urging him to leave. "You're sick, staying up late isn't good for your health."
Shen Fufei said reluctantly, "Then I'll come see you again tomorrow, brother."
He left, panting heavily, and Shen Fuhan watched his thin back and sighed softly.
Back in his bedroom, Shen Fuhan went straight to sleep.
He woke up just as dawn was breaking.
After practicing his swordplay in the courtyard for a quarter of an hour, he went to read and practice calligraphy.
As dawn broke, Shen Fuhan put down the book in his hand and walked towards Xiangzhu Courtyard.
He entered the courtyard, stopped on the veranda outside the bedroom, and remained silent for a long time.
The servants didn't dare to step forward and ask any questions, remaining silent as if trembling with fear, but they all shared the same thought—
The young master didn't disturb Miss Wen's rest at all, but stood under the eaves waiting for her, which showed his great care.
They also need to pay more attention to this new Miss Wen and serve her carefully. Don't underestimate her just because she's young; she'll be the future wife of the heir apparent.
Shen Fuhan was completely unaware of his servants' thoughts; he was simply pondering how to address Wen Jiayue.
Calling her Miss Wen seemed too formal, while calling her Sister seemed too intimate; he couldn't decide what to do.
Suddenly she remembered that the neighbors all called her Yue'er, which must have been her childhood name.
But he found it hard to say something too intimate.
Shen Fuhan remained silent for a while before finally saying, "Go and see if Miss Wen has woken up. If she is still sleeping, there is no need to disturb her."
The maidservant curtsied in response, gently pushed open the door, and went into the inner room.
On the bed, which was big enough to accommodate three people, little Wen Jiayue huddled in the corner, taking up only a tiny bit of space.
She was sleeping soundly, but there seemed to be tears clinging to her long, curled eyelashes, and she was murmuring something.
The maidservant tiptoed away, curtsied, and said, "Reporting to the young master, Miss Wen is still sleeping."
Shen Fuhan nodded slightly and continued to wait under the corridor.
She waited for almost half an hour, then frowned and told the maid to wake her up.
Wen Jiayue was woken up and opened her eyes in a daze. Looking at the unfamiliar furnishings around her, it took her a long time to react.
The maidservant said anxiously, "Miss Wen, I will help you change your clothes right away. The young master has been waiting outside for a long time."
Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Brother Crown Prince has really come."
With proper coordination, dressing up a little girl is not difficult. Before long, Wen Jiayue had her hair styled into two buns and wrapped with a circle of white beaded flowers.
Her clothes were also white, but they were embroidered with jasmine patterns in gold thread, which could only be seen upon close inspection, giving them a very elegant appearance.
She was still in mourning, so she dressed very simply.
But for Wen Jiayue, this was the most beautiful outfit she had ever worn.
She stared blankly at the bronze mirror until she heard the maid's anxious reminder, at which point she followed her outside.
Shen Fuhan stood with his hands behind his back. When he saw her come out, he glanced at her and said, "Let's go."
Wen Jiayue followed behind him like a little tail.
Before long, her little tail grew longer, and the distance between her and Shen Fuhan grew further and further.
She ran after him, panting, and said, "Young Master, could you wait for me?"
Shen Fuhan had already accepted the title well, and upon hearing it, he stopped in his tracks, only then realizing how far away she was from him.
He paused for a moment, then walked towards her.
Wen Jiayue simply stopped and began to breathe heavily.
"Brother Prince, you...you're walking too fast, I can't keep up."
Shen Fuhan asked, "Can you still walk?"
Wen Jiayue hesitated. She was only five years old and had long since run and walked, so she was exhausted.
But she wasn't a spoiled or willful person, so she nodded.
She rested for a while before saying, "Brother Prince, let's go."
As soon as she finished speaking, she carefully circled his index finger with her small hand.
Shen Fuhan was taken aback.
"Brother Prince, may I hold your hand?" Wen Jiayue asked in annoyance, "I'm too short to keep up with you."
Wen Jiayue's height only reached his waist, making it difficult for them to even hold hands.
But she tried her best to hold on, afraid that her brother, the crown prince, would not agree and would leave her far away again.
Shen Fuhan said stiffly, "There's no need for that. I can keep up with your pace."
Wen Jiayue didn't believe him at all. Pretending not to hear, she held his index finger tightly and walked forward.
Shen Fuhan had no choice but to walk with her.
Her legs no longer hurt, but her arms started to ache, and Wen Jiayue walked slower and slower.
Shen Fuhan could only take a small step after pausing frequently, which made him somewhat helpless.
However, his good upbringing allowed him to maintain a calm facade and continue walking slowly alongside her.
Suddenly, my index finger, which was being enveloped by a soft little hand, felt a chill.
He looked at Wen Jiayue, whose face was furrowed, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My arms are sore," Wen Jiayue said pitifully, rubbing her arms. "Your Highness is too tall."
Shen Fuhan fell silent.
Xiangzhuyuan is too far from Ninghuitang. At this pace, we might be able to have lunch there when we arrive.
He squatted down and said, "I'll carry you across."
Wen Jiayue had never been carried on anyone's back. She had only ever seen her father carry her younger brother and sister on his back. At that time, she could only look on with envy and never dared to ask for help.
She imitated them, awkwardly wrapping her arms around Shen Fuhan's neck.
Once she stopped moving, Shen Fuhan wrapped his arms around her knees and slowly stood up.
Wen Jiayue was suddenly lifted into the air, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
No wonder my younger brother and sister were so happy when Dad carried them on his back; it felt like flying.
Wen Jiayue wanted to spread her arms but was too afraid, so she waved her hands slightly in front of Shen Fuhan, which served as wings.
Shen Fuhan asked, "What are you doing?"
Wen Jiayue was too embarrassed to tell him, so she buried her face in his neck and laughed quietly.
She thought to herself, how could there be such a good person as the Crown Prince in this world?