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Chapter 195 Dragonfly

After washing up, Wen Jiayue finally calmed down and made up her mind.

She can't say, at least not for the time being.

After all, she couldn't guarantee that everything Shen Fuhan said was true. What if he was just telling the truth and trying to fool her?

She had already lost some trust in him, and it would take time to rebuild it.

What good would it do if he found out about my rebirth now?

Moreover, those things won't happen for more than two years. If Li Zhilan is still as arrogant as he was in his previous life, it won't be too late to deal with it then.

At the very least, she had to ensure that she and Zhaozhao successfully escaped that calamity.

Wen Jiayue sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, her eyes a little red.

Shen Fuhan stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders, and asked, "Why were you crying just now?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "It's nothing, Lord Marquis, please go wash up."

"Nothing else to ask?"

Wen Jiayue pondered for a moment: "No."

Words are useless; actions speak louder than words. She just wanted to see what Shen Fuhan would do next.

Shen Fuhan said in a low voice, "I've said it before, you will always be my wife, and that will never change."

Wen Jiayue forced a smile and said cryptically, "I also believe that the Marquis will protect me and Zhaozhao."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Of course."

He had a confident air about him, as if it were a trivial matter, and he was full of confidence.

Looking at his reflection in the bronze mirror, Wen Jiayue couldn't help but think of Shen Fuhan from her previous life.

When he returns to the capital and sees her and Zhaozhao's corpses, what kind of expression will he have?

When she was heartbroken, she thought he would be cold and indifferent. He would glance at her and then order the servants to bury her and her daughter before going to check if Li Zhilan was still alive.

Now, she sensed that he was experiencing a mix of emotions, but his expression remained impassive. After a moment of silence, he began to handle the burial arrangements. There might be some regrets, but not too many.

A powerful minister who is 27 years old and in high demand will have beautiful wives and concubines and children around him in the future. He will not miss his cautious first wife and three-year-old daughter.

Lying on the bed, Wen Jiayue couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Now that Zhaozhao was not there, there was no barrier between them, so Shen Fuhan pulled her into his arms.

"Don't overthink it," he said calmly. "I'll handle everything else."

Wen Jiayue asked softly, "Does the Marquis consider the Eldest Princess a political enemy?"

"Political enemy?" Shen Fuhan paused before speaking, "I suppose so."

Wen Jiayue could hear a hint of mockery in his voice. Was it because Li Zhilan was not worthy of being called his political enemy?

Since ancient times, women have not been allowed to participate in politics. Li Zhilan was only able to participate in court affairs because of the emperor's indulgence.

However, the emperor continued to indulge him, allowing Li Zhilan to continue to influence the political situation in the court.

However, these things were all done in private, without any official status or legitimacy. On the surface, Li Zhilan was just a pampered princess.

Although he often entered the palace to accompany the emperor in and out of the imperial study, all the officials turned a blind eye and no one dared to say a word of dissent.

Wen Jiayue sighed softly; the task ahead was arduous and the road ahead was long.

"Why are you sighing again?" Shen Fuhan said. "I'll take you out tomorrow evening."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Where are we going?"

"You'll know then."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips slightly. She told her about this in advance, but didn't tell her everything, which made her want to guess with bated breath.

She had the self-respect to not ask any further questions, but she couldn't help but wonder where Shen Fuhan was going to take her, and gradually she forgot the heavy matter weighing on her heart.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. After falling asleep, she dreamed that Shen Fuhan could fly and took her for a spin in the sky.

Zhao Zhao also transformed into a little fairy, flapping her tiny feet and flying around them.

When Wen Jiayue woke up, she found the dream absurd and funny. Just then, Shen Funian came to find her, and she told her about it.

Shen Funian gave a perfunctory "Not bad, not bad," and then asked, "Did you ask last night?"

Wen Jiayue nodded and said, "I asked."

Shen Funian quickly asked, "What did my older brother say?"

Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and said, "He said he neither takes the initiative nor refuses."

"What kind of talk is that?!" Shen Funian's eyes widened. "Was that exactly what my older brother said?"

Wen Jiayue mumbled, "More or less."

That's how she saw it. He knew Li Zhilan's thoughts, but he didn't react to her advances at all. Wasn't that just neither taking the initiative nor rejecting her?

“I don’t believe it,” Shen Funian said, hands on her hips. “I’ll ask my older brother myself when he gets back tonight.”

Wen Jiayue said helplessly, "This is between your older brother and me, so you shouldn't get involved."

She brought up another matter: "By the way, don't bring Yao'er over tonight, your older brother and I are going out of the manor."

Shen Funian asked with interest, "Where are you going?"

“I don’t know either,” Wen Jiayue shook her head. “He won’t tell me.”

Shen Funian originally wanted to go along, but seeing that her older brother had left a surprise for her sister-in-law, she immediately knew better and decided not to join in the fun.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiayue took the initiative to invite him, saying, "Third sister, Yao'er has been working hard for so long, it's time for him to go out and have some fun. Why don't you go together this evening?"

Shen Funian quickly waved her hand: "Never mind, I'll take Yao'er out myself. You and my brother go ahead. I'm leaving now!"

Wen Jiayue looked at her in surprise. They hadn't even exchanged a few words yet, so why were they in such a hurry to leave?

As dusk approached, Shen Fuhan sent Sibai back.

"The Marquis is still in the palace and will arrive later. He asked his wife to go ahead."

Wen Jiayue then boarded the carriage, led by Sibo and escorted by a group of guards, and headed towards an unknown destination.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped.

Wen Jiayue lifted the curtain, and what came into view was a reed bed and a lake.

As dusk approached, wisps of sunset glow slanted across the sky, reflecting in the lake, creating a seamless blend of water and sky.

The reeds sway in the wind, like a flowing painting, hazy as mist.

Dragonflies occasionally fly by, hovering around the lake, adding a touch of charm to the scene.

Wen Jiayue quietly admired the scene for a while, still somewhat surprised. Why did Shen Fuhan bring her here for no apparent reason?

Before long, Shen Fuhan arrived on horseback and dismounted swiftly.

He asked, "Do you like it here?"

Wen Jiayue nodded and asked, "Why did you bring me here, Lord Marquis?"

Shen Fuhan approached her: "To clear your mind."

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

Unexpectedly, it really was for no reason at all.

Shen Fuhan casually caught a dragonfly and said, "Don't you like dragonflies? Seeing things you like might make you feel better."

Wen Jiayue was completely confused: "When did I start liking dragonflies?"

Shen Fuhan glanced at her: "You always draw dragonflies, don't think I don't know."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Once, you talked in your sleep and called out the word 'dragonfly'."

Wen Jiayue suddenly remembered the dream she had of her childhood friend, Dragonfly Brother, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She stammered, "Alright, I do like dragonflies. Your Excellency is very kind."