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At this moment, Gu Qingning, who was determined to prepare medicinal cuisine for Pei Zhiqing, completely disregarded the worried gazes of Bai Zhi and Lu Yan as she busily paced around the stove in the small kitchen.
Unable to watch any longer, Lu Yan furrowed her brows and couldn't help but advise, "Your Highness, why don't you take a break for a moment? This kind of rough work is better left to us servants."
The medicinal dish on the stove was turning into a charred mess under Gu Qingning's frantic efforts. Bai Zhi quickly stepped forward, suppressing her laughter as she urged, "Your Highness, you've never been in the kitchen before. Let us handle these trivial matters."
Gu Qingning glanced at the crowd gathered at the kitchen door and shot a glare at Bai Zhi and Lu Yan, feeling quite unwilling. Could this small medicinal dish truly be beyond her capabilities?
However, when she looked again at the blackened lump in the pot, she felt utterly humiliated. "Um, you all make another portion for His Highness. I won’t participate," Gu Qingning said dejectedly.
She could easily recall the recipe for the medicinal dish, but actually cooking it was an entirely different matter—one that felt like it was costing her life.
Originally, she had intended to express her gratitude to Pei Zhiqing for his deep affection by personally preparing a medicinal dish for him. Unexpectedly, this seemingly simple task turned out to be far more difficult than identifying herbs.
At this moment, she had to admit that she truly lacked talent in cooking. After her struggles, all the ingredients before her had been ruined. Lu Yan quickly pulled the visibly distressed princess out of the small kitchen. If they let her stay any longer, they would all be too busy to accomplish anything that evening.
Seeing their princess in such an awkward situation made the servants unable to hold back their laughter as Gu Qingning left with an embarrassed expression.
Once she was gone, the servants sighed in relief and returned to their tasks.
Meanwhile, Pei Zhiqing, who had not been seen all afternoon, couldn't help but smile when he heard that Gu Qingning was busy preparing a medicinal dish for him. His lips curled upward uncontrollably.
Feng Ren stole a glance at the beaming prince and silently mused: ever since the princess entered the residence, he has been grinning from ear to ear. Could it be that she possesses some magical charm that keeps him in such a joyful mood?
It must be so! Otherwise, how could he act so strangely as if he were under some enchanting spell?
Just as Feng Ren was lost in thought, Gu Qingning returned from the small kitchen and stepped into the room. Hearing the commotion, Pei Zhiqing looked up from his book and caught sight of Gu Qingning’s face covered in soot; he couldn't help but twitch his lips in amusement.
Seeing the firm expression on Pei Zhiqing's face as he struggled to hold back a laugh, Gu Qingning nearly broke down.
From the moment she returned to the inner courtyard from the small kitchen, the servants had been sneaking glances and stifling their laughter, and he was no exception.
Pei Zhiqing stood up and took the handkerchief from Lü Yan, gently wiping away the soot from her face. With genuine concern, he asked, "Did you hurt yourself? Is there any discomfort besides your face?"
As he spoke, he scrutinized Gu Qingning from head to toe, then took her hand and rolled up her sleeve to examine it closely, fearful that she might have suffered even a slight burn.
"No, I didn’t," she replied, feeling embarrassed. "It’s just that the medicinal dish got burnt."
She had genuinely wanted to prepare a medicinal meal for him herself, but it had turned out poorly. Next time, she decided, such tasks should be left to the servants to avoid hurting herself.
Pei Zhiqing shook his head with a light laugh.
At that moment, Gu Qingning felt sticky and uncomfortable all over. Noticing her discomfort, Pei Zhiqing quickly instructed the servants to prepare bathwater.
After she changed and cleaned up, Pei Zhiqing went to his study to handle some affairs.
When dinner was served, Pei Zhiqing noticed that Gu Qingning had not yet emerged from the bathroom. He initially thought of sending Bai Zhi to check on her but reconsidered and called Bai Zhi back, deciding to go in himself.
Upon entering the inner room, he found Gu Qingning lying in the bathtub with half-damp hair, already fast asleep. She didn’t even notice that the water had cooled down.
Pei Zhiqing carefully lifted her out of the water and gently placed her on the bed. He propped her head on his thigh and began to dry her hair.
Feeling an uncomfortable stiffness in her neck, Gu Qingning murmured in her sleep, turned over, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling closer before drifting back into slumber.
Pei Zhiqing's hand lingered on her hair for a moment; his body stiffened as he felt a tightening in his abdomen and swallowed hard. Looking down at the sweet sleeping face of the woman in his arms, he shook his head with a wry smile and continued his task softly murmuring: "You are my calamity; I can never escape your grasp in this lifetime."
The next day, Gu Qingning naturally woke up after a night of dreams. She reached out to touch the edge of the bed and felt lingering warmth from the blankets. Remembering that she was supposed to go to Foguang Temple today, she hurriedly sat up.
Just then, Pei Zhiqing emerged from behind the screen after changing clothes and caught sight of Gu Qingning’s bare feet; his brows furrowed slightly.
He approached her, crouching down to pick up her shoes and socks, gently cradling her feet as if they were treasures, carefully helping her put them on.
Gu Qingning lowered her eyelids, propping herself against the edge of the bed, gazing at the man before her. No matter when or where, he always exuded an air of elegance and nobility, his features exquisitely handsome. Even with the pallor of his face from lack of sunlight, he radiated a captivating stillness that drew one in.
Husband.
Gu Qingning couldn't help but speak, not knowing why she felt compelled to call him that.
Pei Zhiqing responded softly, lifting his head to meet her gaze. The sight of her stunningly beautiful face enveloped his heart in warmth, a comforting sensation that spread through him.
Since the passing of Consort Yi and the tragic downfall of his maternal family, he had not felt such happiness and warmth for a long time.
Husband.
Gu Qingning couldn't resist calling out to him again, wishing she could do so for a lifetime.
What’s wrong?
Pei Zhiqing's eyes narrowed slightly; his little wife seemed somewhat unusual today.
We are going to pay respects to Consort Yi today.
Hmm.
Pei Zhiqing stood up and carried her to the bronze mirror, summoning Bai Zhi and Lu Yan to come in and help her get ready.
Once Gu Qingning was finished with her makeup, they had breakfast together before preparing to set off for the Temple of Buddha's Light.
It had been quite some time since their marriage, yet they had not gone to inform their two mothers.
This matter could not be delayed any longer; with today being free, Gu Qingning and Pei Zhiqing decided to head to the Temple of Buddha's Light.
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