After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Chapter 242 Imprisoned in Arms

Seeing that Shen Fuhan hesitated, Wen Jiayue continued to speak.

"I know my own body well. It's just a headache. If it doesn't get better in a couple of days, can you please go and call a doctor again, Lord Marquis?"

She deliberately softened her voice and discussed it with him.

Shen Fuhan was still hesitant. What if, in his dream, he also missed a golden opportunity because of his soft heart...

After thinking for a moment, Shen Fuhan finally said, "Okay, I won't go."

Wen Jiayue had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him say, "I'll send guards over."

She was completely speechless. Why was Shen Fuhan being so stubborn this time?

"My lord, even the imperial physician says I am in good health, why don't you believe me?"

Shen Fuhan simply stared at her with a complicated expression, without saying a word.

Wen Jiayue couldn't understand his expression, nor did she care to guess. Since there was no way to change anything anyway, she simply lay down and went to sleep.

You can tell she's faking illness, but she absolutely refuses to agree to go to the temple to fulfill her vow the next day.

Hearing rustling sounds behind him, Shen Fuhan lay down as well.

Wen Jiayue moved closer to the wall, but in the next instant, she was pulled back by a large hand and held captive in an embrace.

His hot chest pressed against hers, the heat remaining intense.

"It's too hot," Wen Jiayue frowned. "Let go."

Shen Fuhan ignored her words and changed the subject, asking, "Why are you so resistant to seeing a doctor?"

“You’re making a mountain out of a molehill,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “I just had a headache, but you’ve made me so anxious that I might have gotten sick.”

Before he could speak, she added, "I also wanted to ask why Your Excellency takes such a small matter as a headache so seriously."

Unable to answer, Shen Fuhan could only say, "I'll listen to you. But if your headache continues, I'll go and call a doctor."

He had already backed down, so Wen Jiayue didn't insist any further.

If she appears weak for the next two days, the trip to the temple will be dropped.

As for the lake trip, she has to mention it several times.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue asked, "Has the Marquis bought the pleasure boat yet?"

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "It's been parked by the lake for a few days now, didn't you go to see it?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head. She had always wanted to watch it again on Zhaozhao's birthday, to give herself and Zhaozhao a surprise.

Shen Fuhan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He originally wanted to say that he had also sent people to catch a lot of dragonflies, and now the dragonflies are flying around the lake, which is quite a sight.

But it would be better if Wen Jiayue discovered this herself; it would be a pleasant surprise.

He didn't bring it up again, but instead said, "Go to sleep."

Wen Jiayue closed her eyes, but she was wide awake.

Her breathing was light and heavy, and Shen Fuhan frowned and asked, "Can't you sleep?"

Wen Jiayue sighed.

With twelve hours in a day, Shen Fuhan wished he could supervise her to sleep for ten hours, so how could she possibly fall asleep?

"I'm not sleepy now, and I feel great."

After thinking for a moment, Wen Jiayue suggested, "The account books should have been delivered by now. Why don't you go to the study to check the accounts, Lord Marquis? I have Ruyi here, which is enough."

Shen Fuhan remained silent for a moment, then replied with an "okay".

"If you feel unwell, please call me anytime."

After Shen Fuhan left, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer needing to pretend.

"Madam," Ruyi rushed in, "how are you now?"

Since her wife developed a fever last night, she finally had the chance to ask that question.

The Marquis stayed with his wife the whole time, and she, as his personal maid, didn't even have a chance to say a word of concern.

Facing Ruyi, Wen Jiayue no longer wanted to pretend and said directly, "My illness is cured. Today's performance was for the Marquis's benefit."

Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little puzzled: "Why do we have to act?"

Wen Jiayue smiled but remained silent. "For you, silly girl."

She casually made up an excuse: "I don't want to go to the temple to fulfill my vow the day after tomorrow. I just want to take Zhao Zhao on a boat trip. But the Marquis insists on going, so I'll use this illness as an excuse to get the Marquis to listen to me."

Ruyi suddenly realized: "So that's how it is, but we can't just let this matter of fulfilling our vows go unresolved."

Before Zhao Zhao was born, Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan went to a temple to pray for a safe delivery. They promised to return to fulfill their vow when Zhao Zhao turned one year old.

Since a promise has already been made to the gods and Buddhas, it is naturally impossible to break it easily.

Wen Jiayue said, "Going in a few days is the same. Buddha and Bodhisattva won't blame me for being late."

This is a living, breathing human life, and more importantly, it's Ruyi, who has been with her since childhood. She can't just ignore it.

Ruyi smiled and said, "What Madam said makes sense. Anyway, you only mentioned fulfilling the vow on the first birthday. Before Miss turns two, it's all considered a first birthday."

Wen Jiayue was amused by her: "You always have so many clever ideas."

Ruyi said smugly, "What I said is clearly the truth."

Looking at her joyful expression, Wen Jiayue suddenly said, "You're nineteen now, it's time to marry Changsheng."

She planned to arrange for her to marry Changsheng once this matter was resolved.

Ruyi's eyes widened: "Madam, there's no need to be in such a hurry. Besides, Brother Changsheng is going to help you gather information. If the master and the others find out about my affair with Brother Changsheng, they will definitely be suspicious."

Wen Jiayue wasn't worried about this. Shen Fuhan had already taken over the matter, and if anything happened to the Wen family, he would be the first to know.

She wanted to grant Ruyi and Changsheng, this ill-fated couple, a happy life together.

Moreover, she also had a selfish motive: keeping Changsheng in the Marquis's mansion would allow him to be of use to her.

She was just a woman confined to the inner quarters; rather than wasting energy cultivating someone who might betray her at any moment, she would rather choose someone she could trust from her past life.

The courtyard was full of Shen Fuhan's people, except for Ruyi, who was hers. If Changsheng were added, some things would definitely be more convenient.

"Don't worry," Wen Jiayue reassured her, "The Marquis will help me. You just need to decide whether you want to marry Changsheng."

Ruyi immediately said, "Yes!"

After saying that, she felt a little embarrassed and covered her face with her hands.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, you two pick a good day, and I'll take care of the rest."

She didn't give her a chance to refuse, and said directly, "If you don't agree, then you're estranged from me, and you don't need to serve me after you get married."

Ruyi swallowed all the words she wanted to say and replied with gratitude, "Thank you, Madam."

Seeing her cry, Wen Jiayue shook her head and chuckled, "This is what I should do, why are you crying?"

"Madam is so kind to me, I am so touched."

Wen Jiayue said earnestly, "You've been even better to me; you deserve it."

Ruyi said, "Even if I get married, I will still serve you wholeheartedly."

Wen Jiayue handed her the handkerchief: "I know you are the best person to me."

Ruyi wiped away her tears and said, "But I think the Marquis treats the Madam very well too."

Wen Jiayue said "Oh" and casually replied, "I guess so."

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Ruyi told her what happened after she fainted last night.