The 57th crane feather is initially unfolded, and the crystal curtain is reflected (above).

  "Is the Yongzheng Palace really going to let them move over after the New Year?" After dinner, the two of them took a walk together, observing the layout of the Qianxi Second House and seeing if there was anywhere that needed to be changed. "The Empress Dowager will probably think..." Remembering that Yongzheng shouldn't have the leisure to interfere with his son's rear palace, he hastily changed the subject.

  However, their actions must have been seen by the few above. She didn't care about monopolizing him and didn't want to make the three giants in the palace think she was not "virtuous" from the start.

  "Don't worry, the empress dowager and the queen mother won't interfere with this." He smiled and held her hand tightly, "As long as we think it's suitable, that's all that matters. Tomorrow when they come to pay their respects, I'll accompany you, and you can take charge of everything." She was his legitimate wife, sharing his joys and sorrows, and he made a clear distinction.

  Cut, that sounds good, that's his style, maybe it's his heart's desire. If she mistreated him and didn't say anything on the surface, could he be happy in his heart?

  "How, did you think I was coaxing you?" He stroked her nose bridge, watching as her disbelieving gaze turned into a scolding look, and he chuckled lightly, saying seriously: "I'm telling the truth, in this world, the one who stands shoulder to shoulder with me is you, other women are just useful or useless." A picturesque landscape, white-haired couple's red makeup, high-and-mighty emperor, the most genuine and plain husband-and-wife relationship in the world - he wanted them all.

  Her gentle smile slowly subsided, calmly gazing at him for a while, suddenly bursting into laughter, like a tree full of pear blossoms blooming, extremely beautiful.

  "What are you laughing at?" he asked, every time she smiled brightly and it would always make him stunned, then treasured, carefully remembered and stored in his heart, just like the pens and embroidery about her that he collected. Sometimes he felt this behavior was silly, but more often when he picked it up to savor again, he found it sweet beyond compare.

  She pulled his hand, and they clasped each other's fingers, saying: "Hongli, I don't want to deceive you. No matter who I marry, I will love him with all my might, just like most women in the world loving their husbands. But this kind of love won't be romantic love. My heart is precious, and it won't be swayed by his noble status, outstanding appearance, or talents... After knowing that I was betrothed to you, I thought so too - respecting you, loving you, being a virtuous imperial princess consort.

  But today, after hearing your words, I feel unexpectedly lucky and surprised. It's all because of your thoughts, and I think maybe one day, I'll truly consider you as my other half and genuinely love you from the bottom of my heart." Thanks to the emotional dramas and romantic comedies from past lives, now it's easy for her to express her feelings.

  Hongli stared at her in a daze. This was indeed a woman unlike any other... If he hadn't made this confession today, would his muddled self have lost the chance to gain her true heart, and only gotten the respectful love given by her worldly identity, unrelated to spiritual feelings?!

  She is not like other women, who love only his superficial glory. If he were not a prince, if he did not have a handsome appearance, if he did not have outstanding talent... they would not be gentle with him, nor would they try to please him. What she values is sincerity, it's his actions...

  Such love is pure and precious.

  He has always taken it for granted that other women would fawn over him, fall in love with him, even though he knew they were drawn to his status and family background. He was confident in his own charm, never thinking that without the allure of power and interest, they liked only his external conditions, not him as a person, not his thoughts, not his soul. If someone else had such advantages, they would have gone after them just the same.

  She was the only one who was different. His gaze was complex as he stared at her. When they met on the night of the Lantern Festival, for a moment, he thought she looked like a celestial being who had accidentally strayed into the mortal world, with a bewildered and detached air in her eyes, but it wasn't an illusion, she was indeed vastly different from the women of the mortal world.

  He recalled the poem "Questioning Chrysanthemum" she wrote at the "Golden Osmanthus Party" of Princess Zhuang, and felt that only this poem could glimpse the noble spirit in her soul, while the various personalities she showed on weekdays were just one side of hers.

  Bitter smile, it seems he still needs a long time to prove himself worthy of her love.

  Fortunately, such a unique woman has married herself, no matter how long, she will not have the opportunity to fall in love with another man, and I can slowly gain her heart and love.

  He pulled her into his arms and murmured: "I really don't know how your parents raised a child like you..."

  His Saiyin Pearl...

  His eyes became determined, he loved Xin Ruo. When he really wanted to get something, he never feared spending time on it, she could only be his, body, mind, and soul, one day, he would get everything! He absolutely did not want to follow the old path of Huang Ama and Huang E Ma, but instead become a couple who cherished each other like wet swallows and respected each other like guests.

  "Rice can feed a hundred kinds of people, but there are some strange ones." She pushed him away and looked around, seeing the eunuchs and palace maids following behind her all bowing their heads in respect, her face flushing red.

  He smiled lightly and pulled her along as they continued their stroll through Xīzhīmén.

  Qianxi's two residences, like other A Ge residences, are all in the traditional southern and northern three-entrance courtyard layout. The first entrance has a three-bay-wide main hall that can be used as a banquet hall. On the left is a one-bay side hall for receiving female relatives and handling daily affairs. On the right is an outer study where Hongli receives other brothers or reads with attendants. The east and west wing houses serve as outer storage rooms. Across the corridor courtyard are their new homes, also known as the main residence.

  The central bay of the main hall was where she would receive guests as the lady of the house, the second bay on the right was where Yunzhu kept her books, played chess and Go, painted, and did needlework, it was her leisure area. The third bay on the right was the bedroom for the couple. Although the three bays were separated by wooden screens, within a day's time, Guo Mama and others had arranged everything according to Yunzhu's preferences. The left second bay and left third bay were set aside as Hongli's resting place and inner study; the east and west wing rooms served as storage for Yunzhu's dowry. Behind the main hall was the enclosed corridor where Yunzhu's personal maidservants lived, along with a small kitchen.

  The second and third courtyards do not have a main hall, but are directly divided into left and right wing rooms and a gable house. The layout is roughly the same size, with a small garden in the middle that connects to each courtyard. There are moon gates, fake mountains, pavilions, corridors, pines, bamboo scenery, and potted plants... the scenery is exquisite.

  Obviously, Yongzheng's generosity did not extend to Hongli's concubine Gege. The rooms in the second and third courtyards were not furnished with new furniture like those in Zhengyuan. The extra ones were all stored in the outer warehouse. Yunzhu playfully glanced at the person beside her, "Do you want to go to the warehouse first and pick out some furniture to decorate?"

  "No need, the ones she had before are enough." Hongli lightly coughed and said, at this time he still hadn't developed the thick skin of a historical playboy, and under such gazes he felt somewhat embarrassed.

  Heaven knows, as a prince, having gege concubines serving before the grand wedding isn't very normal, why would he feel embarrassed? It must be an illusion...

  A cold wind blew by, and delicate snowflakes floated down from the sky. Seeing that she wasn't even wearing a cloak or anything, he furrowed his brow and said, "There's nothing good to see here, let's go back."

  The two returned to the main courtyard, each taking a hot bath, and then chatted together in the study about some books and paintings they liked. Although their tastes were different, they didn't always see eye-to-eye on their views of certain books, but at this time Hongli was at an age where he was curious and receptive to new things, and Yunzhu wasn't a stubborn person who clung to her own opinions. She knew that influence was more effective than argument, so she would sometimes intentionally throw out a few humorous modern internet slang phrases, with a bit of cunning and playfulness, but also with some reason, which would leave Hongli crying with laughter and then feeling a little puzzled, but the atmosphere was surprisingly good.

  Hongli felt he had never been so exhilarated and carefree.

  She's not like the master of the upper study, who is authoritative in teaching and guiding, nor is she like Hongdai, who is about the same age as her and has similar knowledge and understanding. Even if someone is more profound than her, it's not as interesting to discuss with them. People like Fu Heng are smart and talented, but they don't quite match up to her in terms of social status, so discussing things with them is pleasant and beneficial, but not necessarily enjoyable. Only she has decent talent, novel insights, and a unique perspective on problems. She can recite a few lines from any book and discuss it briefly, but only if it's something she likes. For some dry topics, she just reads and understands without putting in the effort to memorize... Although she knows her views on historical figures may not be entirely correct, she lovably chooses to believe what she likes... Discussing with her is delightful, exciting, and feels effortlessly enjoyable, like floating in a warm ocean, very comfortable.

  This kind of gentle and elegant person, sometimes as quiet as a fairy, sometimes as clever and lovely as an elf, Hongli hated to spoil and indulge her all the time, but it was different when they got into bed.

  Just after the wedding, he who was savoring the sweetness of marriage saw that she was scared by the pain and didn't dare to get close to him, so he coaxed and cheated her with all his tenderness and gentleness before he could have his way again.

  Her delicate and tender body, skin like spring water, and that faint humming and sobbing sound with that sucking... The taste was so wonderful that it couldn't be described, truly making him feel satisfied from the depths of his soul... Of course, this satisfaction also came with a small regret, which was that it was only once, and his wife was still too delicate, not fully adapted to him.