The streets of the capital city are bustling with people, and all the shops and vendors have opened normally. What happened just a few days ago seems to have suddenly passed.
But when they heard the sound of horse hooves, people on the road still subconsciously looked this way.
However, Qiao Yuyan still felt quite happy to see such a street. At least it showed that the impact of this incident on the people was relatively small.
The carriage drove all the way out of the city, and when it reached the suburbs, it became deserted outside. Qiao Yuyan was not very familiar with this place, but she could see the green mountains and the fields covered with snow, which was still refreshing.
Running like this, I didn't reach the place until midnight, but it was a separate courtyard.
The carriage stopped and Qiao Yuyan got out of the car behind Wen Tingyuan. Sure enough, she saw that he had stretched out his hand to help her.
She quickly grabbed his wrist through her clothes and jumped out of the car neatly.
Then he immediately turned around and said with a smile: "Look, I'm still so good!"
There were people waiting at the door. When they saw them coming down, they were ushered in attentively.
Wen Tingyuan was about to hold Qiao Yuyan's hand when he realized that she was holding the handkerchief with her hands folded and admiring the surrounding scenery.
It was obviously a normal reaction, but Wen Tingyuan always felt that something was wrong.
Just as I was wondering, I heard a hearty laugh, "I haven't been here for many years, and you bought me back."
Qiao Yuyan raised her eyes and realized that it was the former third prince who was now the emperor.
He was under forty years old, wearing homely clothes, and without the armor he looked like, but his facial features were actually very delicate.
If it weren't for his tanned skin and the ruggedness in his movements, he wouldn't have been called graceful.
In fact, if you look carefully, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Wen Tingyuan's, both giving people a deep and clear feeling.
Qiao Yuyan thought of Princess Jinghe again. On the city wall that day, Jiahe asked her to look in that direction and that profile, and she could indeed see the shadow of Wen Tingyuan.
It seems that Wen Tingyuan's eyebrows and eyes followed those of Empress Yuan, but the profile of his face resembled that of the late emperor.
"This is...your wife!"
Today's voice awakened Qiao Yuyan from her deep thoughts, and she quickly saluted with a smile, which was a common etiquette for elders in the family.
Then he glanced at Wen Tingyuan hesitantly, and Wen Tingyuan's smile became a little calmer, "Just call me uncle!"
Qiao Yuyan followed the good advice and said, "I've met my uncle."
He seemed a little embarrassed now, so he immediately took off a jade pendant from his waist and said, "You call me uncle, so this doesn't make sense without a little greeting gift. Unfortunately, I'm not prepared either, so just take this! I'll wait for your baby to come in the future.
I'll prepare another one carefully."
Qiao Yuyan was a little afraid to accept it. After all, it was something belonging to the current emperor, and it might become a family heirloom in the future.
Before Wen Tingyuan could speak, he directly stuffed the thing into her arms, "Why are you so coy? I hope you will have a baby soon! Brother, he is probably laughing down there too."
When the latter words were spoken, Qiao Yuyan heard him sigh, and knowing that it involved a secret, she quickly explained, "Thank you, uncle."
"Thank you. Come on. Come in and say, your aunt is already organizing things inside."
In fact, after the incident with the first prince passed, although the third prince's body was not found, most people still tended to believe that he had died under the cliff.
Therefore, no one knew about his subsequent experiences, let alone that he was actually married.
Qiao Yuyan was also curious for a moment as to what kind of woman he was marrying outside. After all, this woman was about to become the mother of a country.
After a while, Qiao Yuyan met Wen Tingyuan's aunt.
It's just that Qiao Yuyan was a little surprised. She originally thought that since she married someone outside her name incognito, the other party should be somewhat of a businessman.
But no.
When they came in, they saw a woman wearing a long scarlet coat directing the people below to place fruits, while she herself was slowly lighting incense.
Every move she made was full of familiarity and elegance. With just one glance, Qiao Yuyan knew that this must be a woman from aristocratic family.
When she saw people coming, the woman's face was filled with a smile, and she greeted them to come in with a smile.
As she got closer, Qiao Yuyan realized that her skin was a little rough, her hair was a little dull, and her exposed fingers were somewhat different from the ones she usually took care of in the deep courtyard.
Qiao Yuyan quietly looked at everything here amidst the greetings of others.
Judging from the current appearance, he is very familiar with this place, and it is not difficult to guess that it should be a place he often visited before that incident happened.
Seeing Qiao Yuyan, the future mother of the country had a smile on her face and was just right polite when talking to her.
This once again confirmed her suspicion just now.
"I heard that Zingyuan got married a while ago. We have been thinking about what kind of girl she is. Now, looking at it, it turns out that the child will find someone like a flower."
The Queen-to-be's words are also pleasant to listen to.
There are many people who become arrogant once they succeed, but they never reach the point of being arrogant, and there is inevitably a hint of arrogance in their expressions.
What's more, the person in front of me will soon accept the worship of foreigners and become the queen of Daqi.
But at this time, her expression was very peaceful. She looked at Qiao Yuyan and Wen Tingyuan as if she were looking at her nephew.
But when talking to Qiao Yuyan, her tone was still polite.
The third prince, on the other hand, seemed much more heroic. He directly asked someone to bring him wine and sat down across from Wen Tingyuan to drink.
The uncle and nephew didn't say anything, they just poured cup after cup into their stomachs.
There was obviously no one in the room to cheer for them, and there was no sound of strings or strings, but Qiao Yuyan felt her eyes sore inexplicably when she looked at the two of them.
The sound of the wine glass and the drinking of white wine.
One cup after another, the relative silence contained years of planning and expectations, the grievances and resentments hidden deep in my heart, and the remembrance and sadness of those who have passed away.
Qiao Yuyan and the Queen-to-be sat aside and watched quietly, without anyone speaking.
She learned about that past event from Wen Qiongyu's mouth. After all, only close relatives like them knew the details. No matter how much she felt sorry for Wen Tingyuan's past, she could not empathize with him.
They were the only two people in the world who shared the same emotions on this matter.
Qiao Yuyan glanced at the queen-to-be and saw that she was just looking at them calmly, but underneath that calmness, she was still caring with reluctance.
This drinking session lasted until mid-afternoon, and both of them were so drunk that they lay on the table and couldn't drink anymore.
The queen-to-be smiled apologetically at Qiao Yuyan, "Zingyuan may have to trouble you to take care of me, so I should..."
She paused, probably still not used to that title, and said, "Take him back to the palace."
When he was being helped up, his consciousness suddenly regained consciousness. He suddenly grabbed Wen Tingyuan's arm and said, "Tingyuan, let me tell you! There were only clothes in his coffin. Do you know where I threw them?"