A relieved smile appeared on Shen Yuan’s lips. Just as he was getting up, those phoenix eyes that always seemed to hold emotion paused, and he unbelievingly reached his hand into the quilt.

This is!

His face turned white then red. He hurriedly called out to Huai An who was about to leave the room, “Tell Huai Nan to boil more water, I, I want to bathe.”

“Young master, don’t you usually prefer to bathe before bed?” Huai An scratched his head, quite puzzled.

This servant had truly been spoiled by his usual indulgence, daring to question his master at such a critical moment.

Shen Yuan was already flustered and at a loss, faced with a servant who dared to inquire deeply. At this moment, he could only pretend to be calm, “Just go when I tell you to, why so many questions?”

“Young master, could it be that you…”

“What nonsense are you talking about!”

Interrupting Huai An who was about to ask further, Shen Yuan was somewhat gritting his teeth.

His ears seemed to have been thrown into a fire, a rolling redness spreading out, dyeing a patch of hibiscus color on his cold countenance, far surpassing the brilliance of spring flowers.

He impatiently waved his hand, shooing away the talkative servant, and pulled the brocade quilt over his head in one motion, his heart filled with indescribable feelings.

Although his father had said that all men would go through this phase after coming of age, how could it be her! If it had to be someone, it should have been that little prodigal Gu Zhi.

He wrapped himself in the quilt, lost in chaotic thoughts for a while, his heart growing increasingly unsettled.

Then he heard Huai An’s voice reporting back, making him even more ashamed and angry. His undergarments had always been washed by Huai An, how could this matter be hidden?

The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became; the more embarrassed, the more angry; finally, his embarrassment turned to anger. He flung open the brocade quilt and said resentfully, “I told you not to always read those miscellaneous story books. Now not only are you using words incorrectly, but also…”

He suddenly stopped speaking, stiffly turning his back to Huai An, “In any case, copy the Discourse on Literacy ten more times!”

“Ah, eh?”

Huai An was on the verge of tears, “Young, young master, I haven’t read anything recently.”

Heaven and earth bear witness, nowadays he hugged the Discourse on Literacy every day, almost taking it with him even to the toilet. Reading those characters until he was dizzy, let alone story books, he couldn’t even take in one more word.

Now that Shen Yuan had lost his temper and wouldn’t let him approach, he only instructed Huai Nan to attend to the bath.

Huai An sighed slightly, pitifully collecting Shen Yuan’s changed undergarments, wondering left and right what had offended this little ancestor.

The well water was still chilly in early spring.

Just as he had soaked the undergarments in the basin and started scrubbing with soap, Huai An’s eyes lit up. A benevolent light suddenly flashed in his bean-like eyes. No wonder the young master suddenly got angry this morning and mentioned story books.

So it was because of this.

Huai An’s expression became solemn as he found a secluded spot to quietly wash the undergarments clean.

The young master cares about his face, he must not drag him down!

Even though Huai An swore to the heavens that he would never tell anyone, Shen Yuan still felt that his own father seemed to know something.

In the Wen clan, most men were born with a pair of phoenix eyes. Even an unintentional sidelong glance was filled with deep emotion, let alone when they looked at someone directly, it was truly as if they had more to say.

Especially Wen Rong’s gaze as he looked over now, faintly smiling, no matter how you looked at it, it carried a kind of unspoken meaning.

Shen Yuan had thin skin and, after being looked at by his father a few times, his ears burned hot as if about to ignite again.

His whole person was like a cat whose tail had been caught, sitting obediently on the stool, docile and submissive in a way that was unlike him. He had just taken a sip of tea when he heard Wen Rong slowly say, “Your mother received news this morning that the Fifth Princess has decided to request an imperial decree from Her Majesty to marry you as a secondary husband.”

“Secondary husband?” Contempt flashed in Shen Yuan’s eyes, “She’s thinking too highly of herself.”

“Yuan’er, how many times has your father told you, misfortune comes from the mouth!”

Wen Rong’s smile faded as he reached out to pat the back of Shen Yuan’s hand, “If you hadn’t agreed to something with her, how would the Fifth Princess rashly open her mouth about this? You also know that the Liu family’s young master is proud and arrogant, not one to tolerate others. ”