"Since he has made up his mind to stay chaste for other women, he may not have any good intentions when marrying you."

Thinking of the cold reception Fu Ling received in the general's mansion, Xu Rong frowned, obviously unhappy, "What's more, compared with your mother's life, what does this mean?"

Xu Rong seemed to remember the first time she met Fu Ling, and her persistent and embarrassed look when she begged her to go down the mountain for her mother, and was moved for a moment.

"No matter what, I just hope that everything is going well for you." Xu Rong raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of Fu Ling's eyes.

Fu Ling stayed in Hongtang Pharmacy for a long time and asked about Xu Rong's fireworks. It was not until nightfall that he and Xiang Lan returned to the mansion.

"Pick out some good food and send it to the Third Young Master." She looked in the direction of Shen Zhong's residence and gave the order.

Aunt Wang had just been buried, and she didn't know how he would cope in the general's mansion in the future. All she could do was to try her best to support him.

Xiang Lan agreed and her figure quickly disappeared in the distance.

Fu Ling returned to Wenyuntang. On the table where she was making ghost balls, only the one she planned to give to Xiao Chengyou remained.

She carved with the utmost care and concentration. A small candle was lit in the exquisite ghost ball, which was as bright as a shooting star across the night sky.

When the production was completed, Xianglan came back with a night gown.

"The Third Young Master stayed behind closed doors. My servant knocked on the door for a long time but got no answer, so I had to leave those things outside the courtyard gate." Xiang Lan sighed.

"Aunt Wang's sudden incident will definitely make him feel uncomfortable." Fu Ling looked slightly melancholy, "Give him some time."

As he said that, Xiang Lan's eyes flashed with surprise when she saw the ghost ball that Fu Ling had made on the table.

"Madam's craftsmanship has improved again," Xiang Lan said with a smile, "His Royal Highness will definitely like it when he sees it."

"If that's the case, it's not in vain," Fu Ling smiled a little reluctantly, "I just don't know...if His Highness will accept my favor."

That Miss Yang's letter was treasured by him like that, and the craftsmanship she spent several nights to complete could not catch Xiao Chengyou's eyes, and in the end it was useless.

Xu Rong's words flashed through his mind, Fu Ling's eyes deepened, and his white fingers slid over the edge of the ghost ball, which was illuminated by candlelight.

I just want a child...

Once things were done, she was willing to understand that even if Xiao Chengyou wanted to stay and fly with his sweetheart, it had nothing to do with her.

Xiang Lan seemed to be aware of her mood, and she was also a little depressed, "I wonder if His Highness will come tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps not far away, and Ashu's figure appeared under the corridor.

"Madam, Miss Yang has arrived at the house. Madam, please go to the main hall."

The blood all over his body seemed to have solidified. Fu Ling nodded blankly, his fingers curling up uneasily under his sleeves.

"I know, I'll go there soon." She forced a smile.

How fast... Fu Ling felt heavy and hurried to the main hall.

At a glance, she saw the woman next to Xiao Chengyou. She was wearing a conspicuous and gorgeous frontier dress, and she was bright and attractive.

Xiao Chengyou, who had not yet changed out of his official uniform, was sitting with his head bowed and sipping tea, as if he was not very intimate with her.

"This is Yang Yuekai, the daughter of the general's subordinate. She is staying in the house for a while." The old lady introduced.

Fu Ling had adjusted his mood and took the initiative to smile at her. Before he could say some polite words, he saw Yang Yuekai turning his head and looking at her, his bright eyes suddenly widened, "Are you the Crown Princess?"

"Exactly." Fu Ling responded gently, but Yang Yuekai suddenly pulled her sleeve, and a smile appeared on her sweet cheeks.

"Sister, you are so beautiful." Yang Yuekai looked at her with crooked eyebrows, then covered her chest with emotion as if no one else was watching.

"It's like a fairy!"

There was sudden force on the cuffs, and Fu Ling was slightly startled, not knowing whether she was sincere or flattering.

But Yang Yuekai didn't care about her alienation and looked at the sachet on Fu Ling's waist.

Yang Yuekai fiddled with it with her fingers, tilted her head and asked, "The lotus pattern is really lifelike. I have never seen such a delicate thing in the frontier. Can you show it to me?"

Fu Ling was a little surprised. After she came to the general's mansion, this was the first time someone cared about her sachet.

"My sister is so impressed." Although she was still wary, Fu Ling handed the sachet out gently, "If my sister likes it, consider this sachet as a meeting gift from me."

"Really?" Yang Yuekai was so excited that he seemed to jump up. He took the sachet and looked at it curiously for a long time, then held it in front of his nose and took a deep sniff, "It smells so good!"

Such unruly behavior immediately made everyone around have different expressions. The old lady's eyes moved slightly, but she did not stop her.

Even though Fu Ling treated others with dignity, he couldn't help but blush.

The woman who grew up in the frontier really acted freely and innocently. Looking at Yang Yuekai's friendly smile, she couldn't help but feel a little melted in her heart.

But then she thought about it, how could Xiao Chengyou not like this woman who even she couldn't help but like?

"Sister, where will I stay tonight?" Yang Yuekai's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Fu Ling lowered his eyes and pondered, but did not answer for a moment, looking at Xiao Chengyou's expression from the corner of his eye.

Different from her previous expectations, Xiao Chengyou looked at Yang Yuekai with a calm expression as usual, as cold as a bright moon in the sky, hanging high in the sky, as if it would not fall for anyone.

After being lost in thought for a moment, Fu Ling asked tentatively, "Your Highness, where do you think it would be better for Miss Yang to live?"

Xiao Chengyou's eyes fell quietly on Fu Ling's face. Her earlobes were still slightly red, and her slightly pursed lips and the twinkling light in her eyes revealed a subtle and uneasy mood.

The image of Fu Ling hugging him and sobbing softly suddenly flashed in Xiao Chengyou's mind.

Fu Ling said that she was afraid that Miss Yang would steal her husband and that he would not want her...

As everyone knows, he and Yang Yuekai actually had no interaction when they were at the border. It was just because she was the daughter of a general's subordinate that he only took care of her a little now.

What Fu Ling noticed, his alienation and cold treatment, all the reasons that worried her were because - he couldn't.

He is not Fu Ling's husband. This is his most painful and unknown secret, and it is also the bitterness that he can never respond to.

"You can make the arrangements." Xiao Chengyou's voice sounded a little soft, as if to comfort him.

"I'm used to being wild on the frontier. Sister can just arrange it as she pleases," Yang Yue said with a smile, seeming to notice Fu Ling's restraint, "I don't pick the place."

Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "How about my sister living in Mingguang Hall?"

After saying that, she glanced at the old lady.

Mingguang Hall is the best courtyard for receiving guests in the mansion, and it can be said that it treats Miss Yang favorably, but at the same time, it is also a little far away from Xiao Chengyou's study.

The old lady didn't care about this little thing and nodded, "That's fine."

"Then thank you sister." Yang Yuekai's eyes were bright, like a puppy wagging its tail in joy.

As she was speaking, her stomach growled a few times, and the sound, which was neither loud nor quiet, was particularly clear in the main hall.