Several days have passed and Yu Wenhao has not asked this question.
It's not that he doesn't want to ask, but he knows in his heart that he probably won't leave any good words, because if there are good things, she may not be punished.
But today, the joy of Ling'er's marriage diluted some of the sadness, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. Perhaps, there was really a few words worth saying?
Yuan Qingling looked at the glimmer of hope in his eyes and felt more and more uncomfortable. If she said no, she would be using cruel words, which would probably make him even more sad.
If it is said that there is, it is not difficult to make up a few words, but does he believe it?
Yuan Qingling finally chose to whisper: "What I said before was not very good, but when I turned around and left, I heard her call your name. When I looked back at her, she was crying."
Yu Wenhao's hand trembled slightly, "Then...did you hear that she had regrets?"
Yuan Qing Ling said: "I don't know if it counts. When I left, she didn't scream like before, but became completely quiet."
Yu Wenhao held the tea cup in his hand and said softly: "Maybe she understood at the last moment."
Yuan Qingling nodded slightly and stopped talking. Looking at his thoughtful face, she hoped that Concubine Xian would really have an epiphany at the last moment.
When the princess returned home from the third dynasty, Yuan Qingling and Rong Yue entered the palace together.
The princess looked happier than before. After giving gifts to the palaces, she was talking to the imperial concubine Yuan Qingling and others in the Hede Hall.
The imperial concubine sent away all the palace people, then took the princess's hand and asked softly: "Is he good to you?"
The princess said: "I have only met him twice, but he was very good."
The imperial concubine was startled, "We've only seen each other twice?"
"Yes, once on the wedding day, he came in and lifted his hijab, said a few words and then left. Another time, when I came back today, he accompanied me into the palace."
When the imperial concubine heard this, she was extremely shocked. She exchanged glances with Yuan Qing Ling Rongyue. What was going on? Aren't they all married? Didn't they sleep together?
The imperial concubine has always regarded the princess as a child. Although she is married now, she has not yet slept with her consort, so it is difficult to ask.
Yuan Qingling felt that there was no need to ask about such private matters. She felt that it was not said that such matters must be done on the night of the wedding, and she felt that this would be better.
But Rong Yue looked at her in surprise and asked, "What happened? Didn't you sleep together?"
Before Yu Wenling got married, Aunt Jiaoyin came here to popularize the affairs of husband and wife, so when Rong Yue asked, she also knew what she was asking. A trace of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "We didn't sleep together.
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"Why?" Rong Yue stared, "What a happy thing this is!"
Yuan Qingling took a sip of tea, and upon hearing Rong Yue's words, she spat out the tea, coughed, and turned red in the face.
Rong Yue looked at her strangely, "Why are you blushing? You've already given birth to three children. It's not like you don't know how happy this kind of thing is."
Yuan Qing Lingzhi waved her hand, then wiped the corners of her mouth, saying that she couldn't stand her frankness, "Okay, stop it now, you can feel it yourself if you are happy or not, why are you talking about it?"
Rong Yue was still excited. She looked at her and said curiously: "You are right in what you said. Could it be that the prince is not good at it? Ordinarily he is not capable. He has already given birth to a child, and he can hit three targets with one arrow. He is a very capable person."
After she finished speaking, she looked at the imperial concubine with a questioning look on her face.