"She stammered, very embarrassed, saying she didn't know what to do," Madam Yang said with a smile. "However, she usually has a lot of ideas, so she wouldn't have said she didn't know what to do if she hadn't been thinking about it. When I asked her what she thought of the young master of the Pang family, she didn't act like that at all, but decisively said that she didn't get along with him."
Jun Shu nodded: "It's normal for girls to be shy about these things. You can ask him more often when you have time. After all, the Third Prince is of good character. If Wuxia is also interested, it wouldn't hurt to help him."
"Then..." Madam Yang was about to ask again when Jun Shu waved his hand to stop her: "The political situation changes every day, there's no need to worry about so much. If it causes our daughter to miss out on a good match with the person she likes, then it's meaningless."
Wushuang listened to her father's decision while yawning, and fell asleep with the thought that she must ask her sister's feelings tomorrow.
After Yang helped her husband wash up, she saw that both children were sleeping soundly, so she called their wet nurses to take them back to their respective rooms to sleep.
Wushuang had many dreams that night, all about Wuxia and Chuye.
Before long, the two were married and lived a blissful life, having seven or eight children. But when Chu Ye became emperor, he drastically expanded his harem. Although Wu Xia was the empress, she was neglected and spent her days in tears.
Suddenly, Chu Ye lost the emperor's favor, just like the crown prince, and was imprisoned. Wu Xia resolutely followed her husband to the place of confinement, leaving their children in the care of the Marquis of Runan's mansion. This time, it was Wu Shuang's turn to watch her crying nieces and nephews every day, pulling her husband Chu Yao and wailing.
Wushuang cried so miserably that when she was shaken awake, she was still immersed in her dream. When she saw Chu Yao's face, she sobbed pitifully.
"What's wrong?" Chu Yao was puzzled. Could it be that she vented her morning grumpiness by crying?
"Third Prince, you're in such a terrible state! Chu Yao, you must save him, and you must save my sister too," Wushuang said, choking back tears.
What nonsense is this?
"We can't let him be confined, otherwise my sister, as his wife, will also suffer." Wushuang's small hand gripped Chu Yao's collar. "You must have a way."
Upon hearing the first sentence, Chu Yao thought Wushuang was referring to events from her past life.
After she finished speaking, he realized what she meant and said, "Was this a dream? Don't overthink it, dreams are always the opposite of reality."
Wushuang wriggled her little body and retorted, "It's not the other way around! Father said that as long as Sister is willing, she can marry Chu Ye!"
Chu Yao's expression changed. He was only a day late, so how could those two have already reached the point of discussing marriage?
"Wushuang, remember this: you can't let them get married, understand?" Chu Ye instructed sternly.
Wushuang stopped crying, looked up at her with her little face and asked, "Why?"
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Chapter Seventy-Three:
Wushuang slept for a long and tiring time, so much so that when her wet nurse, Li Mama, came to wake her, she kept her eyes closed and refused to open them no matter what she was told. (qiushu.cc [Tianhuo Avenue Novels])
Mother Li carried Wushuang and paced back and forth in the room. When the third daughter was even younger, she was always lazy and pampered, and getting her up every morning was quite a struggle. Back then, Mother Li would carry her around like this, humming nursery rhymes and telling stories, gradually coaxing little Wushuang into a happy mood, so she wouldn't throw a tantrum about getting up.
It seems that since late summer and early autumn last year, the third daughter has rarely been grumpy in the morning. I thought she had grown up. But today, her old habit has relapsed. Mother Li thought with amusement, "Children will always be children."
Wushuang nestled limply in Li's mother's arms, her little head resting on her shoulder, trying hard to recall what had happened the night before.
She had so many dreams, which is probably why she felt so tired after sleeping.
Moreover, Wushuang still remembers the contents of some of her dreams, most of which were related to her sister Wuxia's marriage to the Third Prince Chuye, and all of them later encountered bad things!
Wushuang pouted and whimpered, "Mommy, I had a nightmare."
"Don't be afraid," Li's mother gently patted her back. "Dreams are always the opposite of reality."
That's absolutely right!
Wushuang instantly felt relieved. In fact, no matter whether the dream was positive or negative, it was just a dream and could not be taken seriously.
However, she seemed to have dreamed about Chu Yao as well.
Chu Yao talked to her for a long time.
Unfortunately, Wushuang can't remember anything about what was said.
She shook her head. Oh well, it's just a dream anyway. What she says doesn't matter. She has important things to do today.
After breakfast, Wushuang took the initiative to go and play with Chuwan.
The two sat hand in hand on the drum stool under the eaves, watching Chu Ye practice boxing in the courtyard.
The dappled sunlight of an autumn morning shone on his face, making his already exquisite features even more handsome. The boy was tall and long-legged, and his punches were fierce and powerful, displaying his true masculine prowess.
Wushuang cupped her little face in her hands, becoming more and more satisfied with the sight.
My sister is a great beauty, and Chu Ye is a handsome young man. If they get married, their children will surely be very beautiful.
She tugged at Chu Wan's small hand and whispered in her ear, "I heard from my parents yesterday that the Third Prince... confessed his feelings to my sister."
Chu Wan didn't understand: "What does 'expressing one's feelings' mean?"
“Uh…” Wushuang paused, then put it in a more direct way, “It’s like, he told my sister that he wanted to marry her.”
This time, Chu Wan understood. She swung her short legs, which couldn't reach the ground, and clapped her hands excitedly, saying, "Great! Sister Wuxia is going to be my third sister-in-law! Wushuang, when will you really become my sister-in-law?"
Wushuang ignored the question about herself that followed, and counted on her fingers, pretending to be troubled: "But, the Third Prince is a prince. It is said that princes have many, many wives. They are all different in appearance and temperament. Some win the prince's favor and are loved. Others are left idle and may not see their husbands for years, living a lonely and desolate life."
Chu Wan had never seen the situation in the harems of other princes, but she lived in the palace and had seen the emperor's attitude towards the harem. She immediately made the connection when she heard Wu Shuang say that.
A few days ago, when she was playing, she hid behind the flowers. Two eunuchs passed by and did not see her. They said that a famous concubine had accidentally displeased the emperor with a single sentence and was demoted to the lowest rank of maid and sent to the cold palace. She cried every day and could not even get enough to eat.
Ugh, we absolutely cannot let our gentle and kind Wuxia sister end up in this situation.
Chu Wan sucked on her fingers and racked her brains to come up with a suggestion: "If you only have one wife, will you always pamper her?"
“I think so,” Wushuang said.