PFC Chapter 11 shows his own lack of self-control.
Chapter 11 shows his own lack of self-control.
Xie Yanli poured himself a cup of cold tea and drank it.
The herbal tea soothed my heart a little.
But it's still not enough...
He stood in front of the table and silently drank cup after cup of herbal tea...
He didn't return to his bed until he had completely calmed down.
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The next morning.
When Xie Yanli stepped into the main house, Qin Jiuwei was having dinner with the children.
Xie Jingchun saw him and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Father, did you not sleep well last night?"
My father used to be aloof and otherworldly, like a celestial being banished from heaven.
This is the first time I've seen him like this.
Qin Jiuwei also looked up at him.
Xie Yanli was dressed in a moon-white robe, his posture as upright as a pine tree, but there was a faint dark circle under his eyes on his handsome face.
His sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his deep eyes held a hint of weariness.
His demeanor remained aloof and ethereal, but it was clear that he hadn't slept well last night.
Qin Jiuwei didn't actually care.
But as his wife, she still had to show some token concern.
She asked softly, "Why didn't you sleep well, my husband? What's wrong?"
Because of you...
Xie Yanli pursed his lips, but ultimately swallowed his words back.
He simply gave her a deep, thoughtful look.
Qin Jiuwei was somewhat puzzled by the look she was being given.
What's with that slightly reproachful look in his eyes?
She went out to bring warmth last night!
They did nothing else.
He didn't sleep well, so it's not her fault.
Xie Yanli lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "It's nothing, I just spent a little too long dealing with official business last night."
What happened last night was indeed not her fault.
Ultimately, it was his own lack of self-control that caused the problem.
He had never been in contact with any women before, yet he never imagined that it would make him so out of control...
Thankfully, nothing serious happened.
Xie Yanli didn't eat much for breakfast; he only drank a bowl of lean meat porridge before rushing out the door.
Not long after he left, Xie Jing also put down his chopsticks and said he wanted to go back to his room to read and practice calligraphy.
As soon as Xie Jing left, Qin Jiuwei turned to Xie Jingchun, who was eating a steamed bun, and asked, "Does your second brother really hate the smell of mutton?"
Xie Jingchun was taken aback, somewhat puzzled by the question.
"I don't know that. I've never heard my second brother mention it."
Xie Jingchun sighed softly, "He has always been steady and polite in his dealings with people since he was a child, but he rarely expresses his true emotions."
"Even I don't know what my second brother likes to eat or what he doesn't like to eat."
As the eldest brother, he also cared about his younger brother.
But unfortunately, that's just Xie Jing's personality.
Qin Jiuwei continued, "Have you ever seen your second brother eat mutton?"
After recalling for a moment, Xie Jingchun shook his head, "This... I don't think I've ever seen it before..."
"There is mutton for lunch and dinner every day, but my second brother has never eaten it."
“My second brother didn’t eat much at home, but for some reason, he’s been eating even less since he came to the Marquis’s residence.”
Qin Jiu blinked, and roughly understood.
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"Shurong, take these two portions of pastries to your master's room so he can eat them while he rests."
Shu Rong's gaze fell on the table in front of her.
One plate is goat milk cake; you can smell the strong muttony aroma even standing here.
The other dish was cloud cake, layered and wafting a faint fragrance of glutinous rice.
Both plates of pastries were exquisitely made, clearly indicating that they were made with great care.
Shu Rong nodded. "Yes, young mistress."
After she walked out carrying the wooden tray, Xiaohe couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Miss, why don't you deliver the pastries yourself?"
In private, Xiaohe still habitually calls her "Miss".
Qin Jiu lowered her eyes and patiently said to Xiao He, "Don't be fooled by Xie Jing's gentle and polite attitude towards me now. If I were to deliver it, he probably wouldn't even eat it."
This makes it impossible to know whether Xie Jing dislikes the smell of mutton.
Seeing her young mistress so carefully planning, Xiaohe sighed softly, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
Qin Jiuwei gently rubbed Xiaohe's head. "Silly child, things in the palace are much more complicated than they are now."
An hour later, Shurong returned to the main house.
"How was it?" Qin Jiuwei put down her teacup and asked.
Shu Rong frowned slightly. "Young Madam, when I delivered the goat milk cake, Young Master Jing didn't say anything. I put it on his desk and then left."
"But when I went to check just now, I found that Young Master Jing not only didn't touch the goat milk cake, but he also moved his seat from the desk to the small square table in the middle of the room."
I did eat two pieces of cloud cake, but not many.
Upon hearing this, Qin Jiuwei pursed her lips tightly.
Just as she had expected, Xie Jing disliked the smell of mutton.
However, the Marquis's residence often served mutton for lunch and dinner, which caused Xie Jing to have a poor appetite and eat very little at each meal.
Qin Jiu pondered for a moment, and an idea came to her mind.
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Xie Yanli did not return late today; he came back before dinner.
The whole family sat together in the main house for a meal.
Xie Jue ate the porridge from the small bowl in large gulps.
Seeing this, the old lady was very surprised and said, "This child has such a good appetite tonight?"
Qin Jiu smiled slightly: "He drank half a bowl of white fungus soup this afternoon."
"White fungus soup? How can a child drink half a bowl of white fungus soup?"
Lady Hou frowned deeply and raised her voice.
"Jiuwei, Juege'er has a weak stomach and spleen. Every time he has diarrhea, the smell is terrible. How could you let him eat white fungus soup? I'll forgive you this time. But you absolutely can't do it again!"
Qin Jiuwei sneered upon hearing this; they really knew Xie Jue had a weak stomach.
But he never thought of interfering, letting Xie Jue suffer as if he didn't see it at all.