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Xiao Yao has now developed quite a bit of immunity to the various vulgar sayings that He Yu occasionally throws out.
Although she still can't help but feel her face flush and her heart race, it's much better than when she first heard them and would dive under the covers. Xiao Yao pushed his head away, saying, "Hurry up and wash yourself; you smell like alcohol. Ugh? And there's the smell of perfume too, it's awful! Go wash up, or don't come near me!"
"Um," He Yu was pushed by Xiao Yao and only swayed a bit before stubbornly hugging her again. "I can't move, my dear wife, will you help me take a bath?"
Xiao Yao was almost amused to the point of anger by He Yu's words; he really had drunk quite a bit. "Tell me, what do not being able to walk and taking a bath have to do with each other?"
"If I can't even walk, then naturally I have no strength left to take a bath," He Yu blinked innocently, sounding completely justified.
"..." Xiao Yao looked at He Yu in silence for a moment before decisively pushing him away. "If you won't take a bath, then sleep in the study tonight. Come back to bed only after you've washed."
With that, she simply went to bed, leaving He Yu standing there in shock. The maids nearby lowered their heads, trying hard not to laugh; the prince had lost all face!
He Yu gritted his teeth and strode into the room. Yun Zhu and the others only heard the princess's surprised scream from inside, followed by the prince's voice, "You little girl... just wait until I..."
The rest of his words became inaudible. The maids exchanged glances; well, given the situation, they really needed to prepare water for two people.
Xiao Yao lay on the bed, panting and feeling weak. She could only glare fiercely at He Yu, who was smugly leaning over her and lifting her up like a limp noodle. "At this rate, it seems I’ll have to personally help you take a bath."
"…You jerk!" Xiao Yao bit down hard on He Yu's shoulder, leaving a circle of teeth marks. He Yu showed no sign of being angry at all.
After taking a bath and feeling refreshed lying back in bed, Xiao Yao was already feeling drowsy when she suddenly remembered something and asked, "Oh right, I heard from Yun Zhu that the Internal Affairs Office is going to distribute fabric for making autumn clothes soon."
"What good things can come from the Internal Affairs Office?" He Yu chuckled softly as he hugged Xiao Yao and kissed her cheek before continuing, "The fabrics from the Internal Affairs Office are only good for playing around with; they’re not worth much. Tomorrow, I'll get you some good fabric and make you a fox fur cloak since winter is coming!"
"Why doesn't the Internal Affairs Office have anything good?" Xiao Yao still didn't understand.
He Yu kissed her again and continued, "The tribute sent to the palace this time will definitely not be their best offerings. Think about it, if they send the best this year, what will they do next year? The year after that? If the people in the palace see too many good things, they will naturally become very picky. In the future, it will be even harder to produce these tributes, after all, they are all made by people. It's impossible to guarantee that every year will be better than the last."
"Oh, so it's like the chefs in the Imperial Kitchen," Xiao Yao understood a bit more now. "They are afraid that the emperor's tastes will become too demanding, so they don't dare to make dishes that are too good, right?"
"Exactly," He Yu said as he held Xiao Yao close. "So, the best things often aren't found in the palace. You shouldn't be thinking about those shabby items from the palace; just focus on what we have."
Shabby?
Hearing this, Xiao Yao couldn't help but laugh, tugging at He Yu's ear. "If the emperor hears you say that everything from the Internal Affairs Office is shabby, what would he think?"
"I don't care what he thinks," He Yu replied nonchalantly. "Besides, it's just you and me in this room; who else would hear it?"
The two chatted for a while longer before eventually falling asleep.
After autumn arrived, the first festival to greet them was naturally the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Three days before Mid-Autumn, the Internal Affairs Office sent over this season's fabrics. Chief Steward Cheng from the Internal Affairs Office smiled broadly at Xiao Yao and said, "Your Majesty, this batch of newly delivered materials—aside from those for the palace's consorts and the crown prince—the remaining fabrics are for you and the prince to choose first."
If Xiao Yao had heard this before, she might have thought it was a grace from the emperor, showing how much he favored He Yu!
However, now Xiao Yao felt that all she had left in her heart was "trouble." The target was indeed quite obvious; with such elaborate schemes, it seemed that those princes in the palace were up to no good again.
The couple exchanged knowing glances and understood each other. He Yu then said, "The emperor favors me greatly; I am truly grateful. Since His Majesty has said this, I shall choose first."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty," Xiao Yao softly echoed as she joined He Yu in selecting fabrics.
Seeing that He Yu didn't even bother to refuse a little bit, Chief Steward Cheng sneered inwardly. Hmph! What a thing! Just because the emperor favors you doesn't mean you can take advantage of it! This should have belonged to those princes; it hasn't even come to your turn yet. Not only did you not refuse, but your gratitude also seems so forced.
He Yu and Xiao Yao picked three pieces of fabric together, which were their favorites, acceptable, and least liked. Chief Steward Cheng approached and said, "Why don't you pick more, Your Highness? His Majesty specifically instructed that since you have just married, you can choose more."
"It's fine," He Yu casually wrapped his arm around his wife, completely disregarding whether he would blind Chief Steward Cheng's eyes with his behavior. After all, He Yu's reputation for being carefree and self-indulgent was already well-known, so he didn't care. "My wife is very frugal; we don't need that much. Let's leave some for others to choose."
Finally, he showed some understanding!
Chief Steward Cheng mentally scolded He Yu from head to toe but still wore a smile on his face. "Since Your Highness has already made your selections, I will take my leave."
"Alright, Eunuch, take care. I won't see you off."
"Servant is not worthy of such treatment from Your Highness!" Chief Steward Cheng immediately nodded and bowed in fear and respect, only leaving after a while through the gate of Xuanping Prince's Mansion.
After Chief Steward Cheng left, He Yu disdainfully picked up the two pieces of fabric and said, "See? The materials sent by the Internal Affairs Office are always subpar." Xiao Yao nodded in agreement; she had to admit that He Yu was right.
He Yu smiled and said, "The fabric of the clothes you're wearing was all obtained by me through various means, and some were given by the Emperor from his private treasury."
"The Emperor has a private treasury?!" Xiao Yao's eyes widened as she felt like she had opened a door to a new world.
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