The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity

Chapter 900 - 855: Husband and Wife’s Private Reunion (2nd Update)

Thirty li isn’t far, but Wen Wan constantly thinks of that person, feeling it takes forever. She doesn’t know how long before the horse finally stops in front of Tianshui Inn of Furong Town.

The town is small, and this is a little inn. The flags outside are flapping loudly in the wind.

As soon as Wen Wan arrives, a respectful and courteous attendant comes forward asking if she wants a meal or to stay, and whether the horse should be fed regular or premium feed.

Wen Wan thinks it over and says, "I’d like to ask you about someone."

Just as she’s pondering how to describe Song Wei’s appearance, she suddenly hears a window creak open from a street-facing room on the third floor.

Wen Wan looks up, inadvertently meeting a pair of deep black eyes.

Her heart skips a few beats; she quickly hands her horse to the attendant, smiling as she says, "I’ve found the person. Please feed the premium feed, thank you."

After speaking, she enters the inn, bypassing the main hall and directly taking the wooden stairs up to the third floor.

Standing before the door to Song Wei’s room, she initially wants to knock directly, but fears her uncontrollable joy might make her knock too fast and scare him. So she calms herself, taking a deep breath, and as she’s about to knock, the door opens by itself. The man standing behind is dressed in a snow-blue, crossed collar robe of Yun Jin. They haven’t seen each other for months and he’s noticeably thinner, his features more mature and defined. Yet, his graceful demeanor remains, clear and outstanding.

Looking at him, Wen Wan’s heart warms suddenly, throwing herself into his arms without a care, softly calling, "Husband, I’ve missed you so much!"

Song Wei casually closes the door, then lowers his gaze to look at the delicate woman in his arms. At twenty-five, her figure is still very slender, well-maintained with a translucent, tender white face, seemingly able to be squeezed for water. However, due to her attire being different from before, the flaming red flower decoration on her brow adds to her charm, with slightly raised eyes that stir the heart.

As he smells the fragile fragrance from her, the Adam’s apple in Song Wei’s neck moves up and down, suppressing the heat in his heart, but his words come out deliberately heavy, "Months without taming, you’ve gained skills?"

Wen Wan senses his anger and is about to explain that she thought of a better way to go to Bei Yan without marrying, when suddenly the world spins around. She’s already been lifted horizontally by the man, carried directly inside and thrown onto a big bed, sinking into the soft brocade quilt.

...

Until the late afternoon, Wen Wan is finally able to bathe and eat.

Sitting at a round table with an embroidered tablecloth, Wen Wan looks at the man opposite her, who is intently ladling soup for her. She recalls his ’acts of violence’ when he was angry, and feels bursts of fear in her heart.

Song Wei finishes serving the soup, pushes the small bowl to Wen Wan, and sees her looking at him pitifully, her eyes teary as if expressing her past grievances.

He softens a bit inside but doesn’t show it outwardly, saying flatly, "Drink the soup."

Realizing he’s truly angry, Wen Wan obediently takes the small bowl, quickly drinking it to the bottom, then looks up.

She eats the meal and drinks the soup.

Song Wei looks at her, "Full?"

Wen Wan nods repeatedly; actually, she didn’t eat much but felt tired, her bones still feeling soft.

After cleaning his hands, Song Wei calls her to sit next to him, pulls out a cloth from his wide sleeves, and wipes her tender fingers one by one, his expression somewhere between a laugh and nonchalance, "You even think of marrying to Bei Yan, aren’t these days with me putting enough green hats on me?"

Wen Wan doesn’t dare reply, just hangs her head low, allowing her hand to be carefully wiped.

After finishing one hand, Song Wei says, "Right hand."

Wen Wan obediently extends her right hand.

Song Wei continues to wipe carefully, "Bei Yan can send an envoy to Chu Country, and Chu Country can send a delegation to Bei Yan. You tell me you want to marry? Grown wings?"

"No wings at all," Wen Wan murmurs softly, "just being stupid, just thought of it."

Then she gasps in surprise.

Song Wei is startled by her, "What’s wrong?"

"Just now, just now..." Before finishing, Wen Wan’s face turns red, incessantly pushing him, urging, "You quickly go down and buy medicine for me!"

Song Wei: "..."

Wen Wan is both ashamed and anxious, "You came secretly to the Capital; I can’t get pregnant, otherwise it will truly cement some rumors, beyond cleansing."

"..."

Song Wei goes downstairs with a dark face, buys medicine with a dark face, brews medicine in the backyard of the inn with a dark face, and then brings it up still with a dark face, watching her drink it intently with a dark face.

With no worry left, Wen Wan finally smiles cheerfully, putting down the medicine bowl, "That’s better now."

The couple seemed to be having an affair, which left Song Wei in a rather unhappy mood.

Wen Wan nestled into his arms, "We agreed on three years, and several months have passed already. Husband, just wait a little longer. Once Your Majesty has subdued Bei Yan, we can truly reunite."

Song Wei’s deep gaze fell on her delicate little face, "I didn’t plan to return immediately this time entering the capital."

"Ah?" Wen Wan was taken aback.

Not going back?

Could it be staying in the capital? What would happen if the Imperial Censors found out?

Seeing her shocked, Song Wei added, "Go to Bei Yan with you."

Wen Wan was completely stunned. She thought Song Wei came deliberately to ’punish’ her because he was angry, not knowing he intended to accompany her to Bei Yan.

"The Beiyang Imperial Concubine’s target has always been Amuer." Song Wei’s expression became solemn as he talked about serious matters, "Amuer is now crowned as King of Western Border, and it’s entirely feasible for him to visit Bei Yan as the King of Western Border."

Wen Wan seemed to understand something, "Husband means to take Amuer to Bei Yan under the guise of a diplomatic mission, so we can thoroughly uncover the Imperial Concubine’s ultimate purpose?"

Song Wei nodded and glanced at her, "Turns out you’re not so dull. How did you come up with the idea of marriage alliance?"

Wen Wan shyly lowered her head, "Probably I’ve become dull because husband is not around."

Song Wei raised his hand and rubbed her head with his large palm, "I’ll refrain from entering the city to avoid trouble. Once you return, discuss with Your Majesty. If Your Majesty agrees to form a diplomatic mission to Bei Yan, don’t forget to bring Su Qing."

Wen Wan nodded and thought of something else, "If Chu Country sends a mission to Bei Yan, the envoys would all be acquaintances with husband. How will you pass unnoticed?"

Song Wei said, "If the Imperial Concubine can disguise herself to come to Chu Country, why can’t I do the same to go to Bei Yan? When the time comes, I’ll be your personal servant."

Personal servant.

Wen Wan couldn’t help but laugh as she listened.

She recalled when she once disguised as a little book boy to accompany him on a case outside, now the tables have turned, and it’s his turn to disguise as her servant to go with her to Bei Yan.

"Servant is good!" Wen Wan wholeheartedly agreed, "No need for high skills; just responsible for errands and being at my beck and call."

It was clearly plotting to use him for private revenge and service.

Song Wei chuckled, "As you wish."

Wen Wan was satisfied, her smile exceptionally sweet. Then she further inquired about the situation of those children in Ningzhou. Upon learning Ye Ling was already pregnant, Wen Wan was filled with joy, "Does this mean I’m going to be a grandmother?"

Once the child is born, the Song family will have four generations under one roof, the grand scene the mother-in-law has always prayed for. Unfortunately, she will never see her great-grandson.

The meal finished, and it was getting late, the time when they had to part.

Wen Wan reluctantly stood up, "Then I’m leaving. Husband should take extra care when you’re out alone, as it’s cold, take care of yourself. Oh yes, you came hurriedly, did you not bring any clothes? I remember in the Song Mansion, there are several sets of winter clothes. I’ll find a way to retrieve them and send them to you."

Song Wei shook his head, "These are small issues that can be solved by Silver, no need to trouble you. Besides, it’s inconvenient for me to show face, no summoning to the capital, getting discovered would leave traces. It’s better to be cautious."

Wen Wan nodded, "Husband doesn’t need to see me off downstairs either. Though I came alone, there are plenty of hidden guards following, from the Marquis Mansion, from the Imperial Family. It would be bad if they saw you."

Song Wei had anticipated this, "The fact that I came looking for you can’t be hidden from Your Majesty; he will know sooner or later."

Wen Wan became anxious, "What should we do then?"

Song Wei said, "Regarding this matter, as long as others don’t make a fuss, Your Majesty will turn a blind eye, pretending not to know. He will tacitly approve my going to Bei Yan."

Wen Wan sighed in relief, "That’s good. I’ll enter the palace tomorrow morning to discuss with him."

...

When Wen Wan returned to the Changning Marquis Mansion, it was already evening. The short winter days made the sky murky and dark.

The hidden guards who followed Wen Wan to Furong Town returned without saying anything, leaving Zhao Xunyin puzzled, so he asked her, "Where did you go?"

Wen Wan saw no one else in the room and took Zhao Xunyin to sit down, smiling, "Didn’t mother ask me what letter Third Son sent me a few days ago? He said that changing fate isn’t something I can do alone, he’s asking me to wait for him."

"Is that to say, Third Son entered the capital?" Zhao Xunyin was dumbfounded.