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Chapter 216 Reply

After lunch, Wen Jiayue began writing her reply.

She didn't want Shen Fuhan to be there, so she urged him to go to the study.

Shen Fuhan didn't move, but frowned and asked, "Why don't you want me to see?"

Wen Jiayue said sincerely, "If you keep staring at me, I won't be able to write anything. You can just read the letter tonight; it'll be the same."

Shen Fuhan was skeptical and asked, "Do you mean you want someone else to write it for you?"

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

Honestly, she never had such thoughts!

She said angrily, "If the Marquis doesn't believe me, then let Guard Ling personally guard outside!"

It's just ten letters. It's not like she can't write them herself. Why ask someone else to do it for her?

“I’m sorry,” Shen Fuhan coughed lightly, “I believe you.”

Only then did he leave.

Wen Jiayue snorted at his retreating figure before instructing Ruyi to grind the ink.

Looking back, the first letter was asking if she missed him, which was relatively easy for her to write.

She was once deeply in love with Shen Fuhan, and once she put herself in his shoes, it was no problem at all.

In less than 15 minutes, Wen Jiayue had written a full page of fluent writing.

Ruyi watched the whole thing, glancing at the letter and then at her wife, somewhat confused.

How can the lady be so devoted to the Marquis one moment and so indifferent to him the next?

"Ruyi, what are you thinking about?" Wen Jiayue put down her pen. "Keep grinding the ink. I need to work on my second letter."

But what was the moonlit night in the second letter from?

Wen Jiayue found the letter Shen Fuhan had sent and read it aloud—

The moonlight in Jingzhou is enchanting, but it cannot compare to that in Chang'an.

She pondered for a moment, then picked up her pen and began to write.

One-third of the text praises the moon over Chang'an, another third shows concern for whether he has eaten and slept well, and the remaining third...

Upon noticing the words "Jingzhou," she inquired about the local customs and culture of Jingzhou.

Putting down her pen, she couldn't help but feel relieved that she had managed to produce another sloppy piece.

The third letter was addressed to Zhao Zhao, and for Wen Jiayue, this was the easiest letter to write.

As her mother, she can recount all sorts of amusing anecdotes about Zhao Zhao with ease.

She had written a full page, but she still wasn't quite done, so she added another half page.

Wen Jiayue wrote nine letters in one afternoon.

As dusk began to fall, Ruyi instructed her maids to light candles to illuminate the inner room.

Wen Jiayue was also a little tired. She rotated her wrists, preparing to rest before writing the last letter.

Seeing that his wife had some free time, Ruyi finally asked the question that had been bothering her all afternoon.

"Madam, why have you suddenly started writing back to the Marquis? Hasn't the Marquis already returned?"

Wen Jiayue sighed: "I was forced into it."

Ruyi asked in surprise, "Did the Marquis force you?"

Wen Jiayue was about to nod when she caught a glimpse of a figure outside the window and quickly shushed him.

She said, not what she really meant, "Of course I wrote it voluntarily."

A short while later, Shen Fuhan quietly appeared in the inner room.

He asked calmly, "Are you finished writing?"

Seeing that he didn't bring up the topic from earlier, Wen Jiayue couldn't help but feel a little relieved; luckily, she had spotted him.

She quickly replied, "One more letter is needed, it will be ready soon."

Shen Fuhan glanced at the densely packed small characters on the desk, restrained the urge to go forward and examine them, and nodded slightly.

"Let's have our meal first."

Although lunch was late, Wen Jiayue was a little hungry after a busy afternoon.

She stood up and said, "Let's go."

The two walked out of the house, just as Shen Funian brought Shen Chengyao into the courtyard.

She coughed lightly and asked in a low voice, "I hope I won't disturb you tonight?"

Wen Jiayue's face flushed red: "I don't understand!"

With such a thin skin, Shen Funian's playful side was aroused.

She was about to tease her a few more times when she saw her brother's unfriendly expression, so she obediently gave up.

However, after the meal, once her elder brother had left with his son, she immediately pulled Wen Jiayue into the house to whisper to her.

"You and my older brother have been getting along really well lately, are you really not considering having another child?"

Wen Jiayue glared at her: "I already said, at least two more years."

Shen Funian sighed, "Alas, you're probably the only one in all of Chang'an who thinks this way."

"What's wrong with me?"

Wen Jiayue felt she hadn't done anything wrong. Even if she had eight more children, Shen Fuhan still wouldn't like her.

It would only incur Li Zhilan's deeper jealousy, so why would she do that?

Shen Funian clicked her tongue in admiration: "Which woman doesn't think about keeping her position as the legal wife after getting married? You, on the other hand, have no worries as long as you have a daughter."

"Having Zhaozhao is indeed enough."

As they spoke, the two went into the inner room.

Shen Funian immediately noticed the letter on the small desk and asked in confusion, "Who are you writing to?"

Wen Jiayue quickly covered the letter and stammered, "No, no one, please sit down."

She had originally planned to continue writing after the meal, so she hadn't let Ruyi clean up, but now she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Shen Funian asked suspiciously, "You haven't really cheated on me, have you?"

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She had no choice but to pull out the third reply to prove her innocence.

Anyway, it's all obvious stuff, so it won't hurt Shen Funian to read it.

As for the other things, even she sometimes gets goosebumps when she sees them.

Shen Funian took it and read it quickly, then asked in surprise, "It's actually written for my older brother?"

Wen Jiayue then revealed the truth.

“When he left Beijing this time, he wrote ten letters and sent them back, insisting that I write back to him.”

Shen Funian couldn't stop laughing: "You two really know how to have fun!"

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "I didn't want to play. I was forced to by your older brother."

She paused for a moment, then added, "Don't tell him this."

"Don't worry, I won't betray you," Shen Funian handed the letter back to her. "Have you finished writing it all?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "One more letter is needed."

Shen Funian smiled and said, "Then you can write it. I'm going to find Zhaozhao. I won't bother you anymore."

With that, she walked straight out of the bedroom.

Wen Jiayue then rallied her spirits and prepared to finish writing the last reply.

But... how do you compose a letter using the phrase "flowers blooming on the path"?

Ruyi had already ground the ink, but Wen Jiayue still couldn't figure it out and was at her wit's end.

After sitting there for a while, seeing that there were still two quarters of an hour left before Shen Fuhan would return.

Desperate, Wen Jiayue wrote about her longing for his return to Beijing and her visions of their future together.

After hastily finishing the last letter and putting down his brush, Ruyi mysteriously brought over several envelopes.

"Madam, should we put the letter away?"

Wen Jiayue let her do as she pleased, and rotated her slightly sore wrist.

Shortly after he finished writing, Shen Fuhan returned.

Hearing the commotion, Shen Funian came out of the side room, winked at Wen Jiayue, and left with her son.

Wen Jiayue steeled herself and stepped forward to hand over the ten replies to Shen Fuhan.

"I'm done."

Shen Fuhan took it, and seeing that she had carefully put it away in an envelope, he smiled slightly.

"Okay, let's go back inside and take a look."