My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Chapter 174 Gao Sheng

In the blink of an eye, winter has arrived and the capital city in December is freezing cold.

After many days of gloomy sky, heavy snow finally began to fall. The small fluttering snowflakes covered the ground with silver.

Qinghe was walking in the corridor, wearing a brand new padded jacket, holding a tray in both hands, and walking hurriedly towards the lady's room.

She walked to the door, lifted the door curtain and stepped into the room. She saw Huaying practicing calligraphy attentively beside the desk.

Qing He placed the tray in her hand on the table and said softly, "Madam, the weather has been getting colder recently, so I prepared an extra portion of bird's nest for you. Please eat it while it's hot."

As she spoke, she squatted down again and added some charcoal to the heating to make the room warmer.

Seeing that the lady did not respond, Qinghe raised his head and looked at her.

Huaying was seen wearing a royal blue brocade jacket with a moon-white vest on the outside. The vest was carefully embroidered with a few elegant blue flowers, making her look particularly fresh and refined.

A jade hairpin was inserted diagonally in her hair bun, and as her arms swayed while she wrote, the hairpin swayed gently.

After Huaying finished writing the last stroke, she put down the brush contentedly, carefully looked at the words she had written, and a gratified smile appeared on her face.

After a period of persistent efforts, her handwriting finally took on some shape and was no longer as disorganized as before.

Qing He saw that Madam was still the same as she was in her boudoir, and said with a smile, "Madam, it's time to drink porridge."

Huaying responded by standing up and walking to the table and sitting down. She picked up the spoon and slowly scooped a spoonful of bird's nest porridge into her mouth.

While enjoying the delicious bird's nest porridge, I turned my head to look at the snowflakes flying in the sky outside the window.

"Did you leave a copy for the young lady in her room?"

Qinghe carefully closed the lid of the earth dragon with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Don't worry, Madam. I have already reserved it for Miss Shi Nuan. When she comes back from the clinic, she will definitely be able to drink a bowl of steaming hot bird's nest porridge."

Huaying nodded slightly after hearing this.

Then she spoke again.

"Did the master send anyone to tell us when we will be home?"

Qinghe shook her head gently, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

The emperor has been in poor health recently, and Fu Shiyan has been staying in the palace to take care of him these days. I don’t know if he can go home today.

Now he is the Minister of Rites, a high position of the third rank. As the saying goes, the higher the official position, the greater the responsibility one bears.

Huaying often saw him busy in the study until late at night, and she couldn't help but feel a deep pity in her heart.

Just then, Qingqing, the maid who had been in charge of the outer courtyard, walked in hurriedly.

She bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Madam, Uncle Zhang asked me to come and tell you that the master has returned and his horse has arrived at the gate of the mansion."

Hearing this, Huaying's heart trembled violently, as if a stone was thrown into the calm lake and ripples appeared.

The worries that had been lingering in my heart receded like the tide, and were transformed into joy.

After Qingqing finished her report, she retreated carefully.

Huaying packed up and prepared to go out to meet Fu Shiyan.

Seeing this, Qinghe, who was standing by, hurriedly brought out a moon-white fox fur cape and put it on Huaying. The soft and thick snow-white rabbit fur on the collar of the cape made Huaying's delicate little face look even more charming and lovely.

Huaying walked out of Luohua Courtyard and looked up. She saw white snow floating all over the sky, and the entire Fu Mansion was shrouded in silver.

Not far ahead, the tall and straight Fu Yan was wearing an official uniform and a black cloak, which made his temperament more noble and cool.

At this time, Fu Shiyan had already noticed Huaying walking towards this side, and his eyes, as deep as a pool of water, were fixed tightly on the petite figure in front of him.

Seeing that she hadn't seen him yet, he stopped and just stood there quietly looking at her.

Huaying felt someone was looking at her. She looked up and saw that familiar handsome face. She was delighted and could not help but run towards him.

Fu Shiyan hugged his little wife who rushed towards him and scratched her nose lovingly.

"Madam, have you ever wanted to be a husband?"

Huaying looked up at Fu Shiyan, whom she hadn't seen for many days, and nodded obediently.

Fu Shiyan raised the corners of his lips and pecked her red lips lightly.

The servants who were busy in the mansion lowered their heads when they saw this. The master and the mistress looked really beautiful standing in the snow, but they dared not look.

"It's cold outside, Madam, would you please wait for me in the room? I'll go to the study to take care of things first, and then I can accompany you after dinner."

Fu Shiyan took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to Huaying, fearing that she would be angry.

Huaying took the brocade box with a smile on her face.

"I'm not a child. Just go and do your work. I'll go to the kitchen to check on the dinner."

Fu Shiyan touched her head and repeatedly reminded her not to catch a cold.

It was not until Huaying walked into the kitchen that he hurried back to the study.

As soon as he stepped into the study, Fu Feng, the secret guard who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward and respectfully handed over a secret letter in his hand.

"Master, this is a secret letter that was found in Prince Rui's Mansion, which is about plotting a rebellion with the Crown Prince of Yan." Fu Feng said in a low voice.

Fu Shiyan's face was gloomy. He stretched out his slender fingers to take the letter and unfolded it.

The various plans and arrangements for the secret rebellion between the Crown Prince of Yan and Prince Rui were recorded in detail in black and white.

The reward that the eldest prince of Yan State wanted in the letter was actually Youzhou City!

Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his voice: "Continue to monitor the Rui Palace and thoroughly investigate whether they have anything to do with the fire in the Fu Mansion that year."

Fu Feng clasped his fists and responded. Then he flashed out of the study as quietly as a ghost.

Fu Shiyan's eyes were cold. He carefully refolded the letter and carefully stored it in a secret place in the drawer.

He slowly sat down on the chair and leaned back gently against the backrest.

His thoughts went back to a few days ago, when he took advantage of the current emperor's illness to trap King Rui in the palace, giving his men the opportunity to secretly find such important evidence.

Today, Fu Shiyan has reached the third rank in officialdom.

In the turbulent and ever-changing court, he always adhered to the principle of neither being humble nor arrogant.

When it comes to national affairs, he is able to make effective suggestions with his intelligence and keen insight.

It was because of this that the emperor, who was suspicious and unpredictable by nature, gradually came to appreciate and trust him.

How can ordinary people imagine the hardships and difficulties they have experienced along the way?

Fu Shiyan let out a long sigh.

He slowly stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled robe, and then walked out the door.

Now the arrival of this letter finally calmed his uneasy heart.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. When he thought of his little wife Huaying, his heart became extremely at ease.