After rebirth, the scumbag prince only wants to pamper his wife every day

Shen Guidi was stunned for a moment and forgot what to do with his hands.

Seeing this, He Qingchen hugged her tighter and continued in a muffled voice, "I just went back and didn't see you. I thought you had left and didn't want me anymore. Today, you agreed to wait for me to come back in the mansion."

In the past few days, he stayed with Shen Guidi day and night and almost never separated, so he didn't notice anything.

But when he looked at the silence in the room and there was no sign of Shen Guidi in the room, the panic in his heart emerged one after another, and the fear of losing her filled his heart.

His mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything else. He just wanted to find the person as soon as possible.

Shen Guicui frowned as he hugged her like this.

For a while.

She didn't know how to say this.

Besides, did she promise to wait for him to come back?

no?

Also, is he serious when he looks like a big dog with a wronged expression?

He Qingchen waited for a while, but did not receive any answer from Shen Guidi.

He hesitated for a moment, pulled Shen Guidi away, leaned over to stare at her and asked, "Ah Gui, what's wrong? But someone said something in front of you? Was it Nanny An? Or someone else?"

Shen Guidi didn't know why He Qingchen had such a guess.

She pursed her lips, shook her head and explained, "No, no one told me anything. On the day of the wedding, the mansion used your yard as the wedding room, which was already beyond the rules. I also stayed there with you for a few days, which was even more inappropriate."

When Shen Guidi said this, she couldn't help but look at He Qingchen twice.

Seeing that he didn't react, I knew that he knew in his heart that this was inappropriate.

Indeed, He Qingchen really thought so subconsciously.

In this world, the kings, noble families, and the masters and their wives have always had their own residences.

Even for daily living, the master would go to his wife's room himself.

He grew up in the deep palace and knew very well that it was rare for the concubines in the palace to have the opportunity to stay in his father's bedroom all night. Even his mother, his father's original wife, would not stay in his father's bedroom.

Now that he is married, should he live separately from A'yi?

Shen Guiyi pursed her lips, not looking at him again, but lowered her eyes and continued: "Today, after you left, I remembered this matter, so I called Steward Wang to ask. According to Steward Wang, this is the courtyard where I should live.

I thought, there is nothing else to do, so I hurriedly moved here today. I thought I would tell you in detail when you come back, but I didn’t expect that you would…”

She didn't finish her words, but He Qingchen understood them.

He never thought that it would be Shen Guidi who proposed to move out of Fufengyuan and come here.

That's it.

Just move.

Wherever she went, he was there too.

He Qingchen glanced at the furnishings in the house, then looked through the screen window at the scene outside the yard, and sighed in his heart. Indeed, this place was much better than his rough yard.

Ah Yi will feel more comfortable living here.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more at ease.

"Well, if you like it here, then you can live here." He Qingchen said indulgently, "Have you eaten yet? Are you used to the food in the mansion? If you don't like the food in the capital, can I ask someone to find a few chefs from Hanzhou?"

Shen Guidi was not interested in this.

However, she still smiled appropriately: "Thank you, Your Majesty, but no, I am used to it. I have already eaten. Haven't you eaten yet? Do you want someone to bring some over?"

He Qingchen had been busy in the dark room of the house in the west of the city for most of the day and had not had time to eat.

He immediately let go of her, lowered his hand, and held her hand instead, and asked softly, "Not yet, will you accompany me for more?"

Shen Guiyi looked at the expectation in his eyes and tilted her head slightly to avoid his overly scorching gaze: "Okay. I'll have someone serve the meal, you sit down for a while."

After saying this, she broke free from his hand and went out to call for help.

He Qingchen naturally noticed that she was avoiding his gaze, and thinking that she was shy, he let her go.

After she left, He Qingchen sat there bored.

He glanced around and his eyes fell on the notebook that Shen Guidi had turned upside down on the side.

It looked like most of the story had been read.

His brows twitched, and he slowly walked over, picked up the book, and started reading from the beginning. The more he read, the deeper his frown became.

The stories described in the vernacular novels are not ordinary vernacular novel stories.

It seems more like some strange stories.

The story was adapted from a famous work written by Mr. Jing Liu, a very famous scholar in the early Northern Zhao Dynasty.

The original story was about a fisherman who accidentally entered a beautiful, quiet place with lush grass and colorful fallen petals while fishing.

The people in that place have been living in seclusion for many years.

They worked from sunrise to sunset and rested from sunset to sunrise, leading a peaceful and leisurely life. The fisherman was very surprised and spent a few days with them. When he went out and wanted to look for the place again, he could not find it anywhere.

This story was originally intended to express Mr. Jingliu's beautiful yearning for that foreign land.

In this storybook, it becomes a strange anecdote.

When it came to the key point, the scene was a little creepy just thinking about it, so He Qingchen flipped through a few pages and stopped reading.

His gaze moved and fell on a corner of the couch, where a few books were piled.

It looks a bit messy, as if it hasn't been tidied up yet.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the storybook in his hand. It seemed as if he had just opened it casually while sorting it out, and then found it interesting, so he read a few more pages?

Does Asi like this kind of storybook?

He Qingchen put down the book in his hand thoughtfully, and picked up a book from the books. Just as he was about to open it, Shen Guidi's voice rang out behind him: "Your Majesty, the meal is ready."

He turned around and saw Shen Guidi standing by the door with a faint smile on her face.

The candlelight outside the house and the light from the crescent moon in the sky cast a faint light on her. In the flickering shadows, her figure seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy mist, which made her look particularly unreal.

He Qingchen's heart paused slightly, and with a dark look in his eyes, he threw down the book he had just picked up and walked towards her with a slightly flustered step.

"Ah Yi."

Before Shen Guidi could say anything, her hand was already grabbed by him.

She looked down at the wrist he was holding. He was holding it very hard, and in just a moment, her wrist turned red.

She frowned slightly and turned her hand slightly, but it didn't move. Instead, it made the other party use more force. Shen Guidi raised her eyes in confusion and called He Qingchen tentatively: "Prince? What's wrong with you?"

He Qingchen came back to his senses: "What?"

"You're using too much force. My wrist hurts." Shen Guidi told the truth and looked down at the hand on her wrist.

He Qingchen reacted suddenly and immediately let go of her hand.

When he saw the red spot on it, He Qingchen's heart was in pain.

He quickly called for someone to bring the ointment, then gently lifted her hand, brought it to his lips, and blew gently on her wrist.

A slight breeze blew out from his mouth.

Shen Guidi only felt a gust of hot wind passing over her wrist, and she was so frightened that she subconsciously wanted to pull her hand away.

He Qingchen held her hand and said, "Don't move."

After that, he blew carefully again, lowered his voice and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Guidi: “…It doesn’t hurt.”

It really didn't hurt. Even though he had squeezed my neck unconsciously, there was no fracture, dislocation, or sprain. How could it hurt?

It's just that it turned a little red from being squeezed.