Through the rain and snow, Xiao Chengyou's voice seemed hazy and unreal.

Fu Ling looked around and saw that the sky was dull and blue, the eaves and wall tiles were now mottled dark green, and the mixed rain and snow seemed to be an invisible gauze curtain, spreading in the field of vision.

Xiao Chengyou wore a military uniform and stood under the eaves. The silver armor reflected the icy cold light. The muscles underneath were strong and sharp, like sculptures.

His deep brows and eyes were hidden under the shadow of the trees, and there was anger in his eyes.

The martial arts arena was slippery, so Xiao Chengyou went back to his house early, but he didn't expect to see Shen Hui acting so unscrupulously.

The attendants around him were all afraid of Shen Hui, and Fu Ling was just a weak woman. If he had come later...

An inexplicable angry emotion quickly took over his body. Even when fighting in the martial arts arena, there was not so much murderous intent in his eyes.

Shen Hui was originally taking advantage of the drunkenness to act recklessly, but the moment his eyes met Xiao Chengyou, his heart suddenly became numb, his whole body became limp and weak, and even the injury on the back of his hand that had not completely faded began to ache again.

"I, I won't bother you..." Seeing that the situation was not good, he ran away quickly, his fat and bloated body disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Fu Ling felt like she was being pardoned and trotted away in his direction, not even caring about the drizzle getting her hair wet.

She was like a little bird that had just been released from the cage, flapping its wings and fluttering into his sight. It wasn't until the two of them were so close that she stopped and timidly looked up at him.

She was not wearing any makeup, and she was strangely beautiful and charming. Her fair face seemed almost transparent against the rain and snow, and her whole body seemed to be made of glass, and she would break even if she touched it.

Xiao Chengyou frowned and his eyes fell on the tips of her black hair, which was slightly wet from the rain.

"Husband." She called him softly.

Like misty fog, the sound quickly dissipated, leaving only the soft aftertaste gently enveloping him.

Xiao Chengyou said nothing, raised his hand, and gently wiped away the snow that was scattered on her hair like feathers.

"Let's go back to the house." He didn't ask why Fu Ling was here.

Fu Ling nodded, and quickly followed his pace towards Wenyun Hall.

The attendants followed one after another.

Fu Ling met Xiang Lan on the way. Seeing Xiao Chengyou was there, she stepped aside, went into the house, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the wet marks on Fu Ling's body.

Fu Ling didn't even have time to change her clothes before she walked out of the house and saw Xiao Chengyou walking away.

She was right.

Only in front of outsiders would Xiao Chengyou occasionally protect her, but whenever they had the chance to be alone, he would avoid her.

Seeing Xiao Chengyou about to step out of the threshold, Fu Ling trotted forward.

Xiao Chengyou turned around when he heard the voice, and was suddenly bumped into by Fu Ling.

Her hands tightly hugged his waist, and she lowered her head against him. Her hot, slightly rapid breaths poured on his neck, rising and falling with his chest, like a candle flame blown by the strong wind, swaying unsteadily. His mind also trembled.

"Husband...you don't want me anymore?"

Since the last time she saw the letter and Ah Shu took Xiao Chengyou's things away, he has not been to Wenyuntang once, as if her place was some kind of terrifying dragon pool and tiger's den.

Fu Ling knew that the person in Xiao Chengyou's heart was not her, and he was avoiding her.

But the only one she could rely on was him.

Whether it was mixed with grievance or something else, Fu Ling's eyes quickly filled with tears, and he murmured, "My husband was not here just now, I was so scared."

Complex emotions flashed through Xiao Chengyou's eyes again, but the moment Fu Ling looked at him, they disappeared quickly like a summer thunderstorm, leaving not even a trace.

He just stared down at Fu Ling in silence, as cold and unapproachable as on his wedding night.

It seemed that not pushing her away was the greatest mercy on his part.

Fu Ling gritted his teeth secretly.

Xiao Chengyou is not someone who is easily fooled, and her pretended weakness may be as tasteless as Jiang Qian's in his eyes.

But I don't know if a cold person like him can avoid a woman's sincere heart.

Fu Ling's heartbeat became faster and faster, and before he could say anything, tears started to flow out.

"I shouldn't touch my husband's things. I'm just afraid... I'm afraid someone will try to steal my husband from me, and I'm afraid the dream I've had for so long will be shattered..."

She leaned tightly on the cold armor, tears soaking Xiao Chengyou's collar, and her heart pounded in her chest, as if knocking on a door that could never be opened.

"Even if my husband blames me, don't dislike me, okay?"

Xiao Chengyou's Adam's apple rolled, and he could barely conceal the tremor in his eyes.

Sure enough, Fu Ling saw the letter, and she noticed what was strange about him that day.

He didn't dislike Fu Ling, he was just afraid that she would find more letters and discover...his secrets.

He couldn't imagine that if that day came, he would be able to silence Fu Ling without hesitation and bury the truth under the dust.

But as soon as he thought of such a scene, an inexplicable stinging pain instantly hit his heart, pinched his neck, and made him almost unable to breathe.

He recognized this emotion as pain, pain he had tasted countless times but could never get used to.

Xiao Chengyou felt that Fu Ling was holding him tighter, and he raised his arms as if to respond, but paused in mid-air, and fell down again after a short while.

"You are the Crown Princess. When that woman enters the palace, you will make arrangements for her."

The emotions of his daughter's family were too unfamiliar to him. Xiao Chengyou thought for a moment and tried to comfort Fu Ling.

Fu Ling didn't expect him to be like this, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and tears fell again in the blink of an eye.

Seeing her pitiful appearance with tears, Xiao Chengyou thought she was still sad, so he was silent for a moment and then said, "Chun Shou, you can also come with me."

After the words fell, he felt the indulgence in his tone.

"Really?" Fu Ling burst into tears and smiled, looking up at him.

Xiao Chengyou's ears suddenly turned red, he turned his head and said "hmm" in a low voice.

After Fu Ling achieved his goal, he let go of Xiao Chengyou and looked at him with a smile from a step away.

"I originally wanted to give my husband a hand warmer today." Fu Ling felt that Xiao Chengyou was in a good mood at the moment, so she struck while the iron was hot, "Who knew there was no silver charcoal left in Wenyun Hall."

She looked aggrieved, "I was thinking that Butler Zhang might have counted the wrong numbers when he delivered them. I was just going to ask, but it rained again and I met..."

Fu Ling didn't say anything about what happened next, but Xiao Chengyou also knew about it.

Fu Ling just clicked through, biting his lip and saying nothing, not complaining too much.

After hearing this, Xiao Chengyou just said calmly, "Shen Hui has evil intentions. You should stay away from him in the future."

He paused, and his voice was so low that it sounded lingering.

"If he bothers you, come find me."