In September, the plants in the courtyard were far less brilliant than in summer. Ye Hui was dazed in the corridor, having barely gone out since the street assassination attempt months ago. Confined at home for a long time, yet not a prisoner, anyone would find it unbearable.
"Is my lady in low spirits?"
Old Ten and Old Eleven finished practicing martial arts, wiped away sweat with a towel handed by a servant, and approached the corridor to greet her. Since their marriage, they had changed their form of address. Ye Hui glanced at them without speaking, her gaze falling on Qin Yuhang, who was carrying a pot of green chrysanthemums, placing it on a flower rack beside her.
"I bought this for twenty taels of silver, quite precious. I know my lady likes flowers and plants, is it beautiful?" Qin Yuhang's eyes were full of joy, as if he had bought something wonderful.
One hundred taels of silver was the living expense of an ordinary family for decades, yet he bought these useless things! Ye Hui liked beautiful flowers and grass, but only for decorating rooms, not believing they had any other use, thinking succulents were better for air purification. Green chrysanthemums were expensive in ancient times, mainly due to their rarity. In her previous life, her building's downstairs had an entire flower garden of green chrysanthemums, later bulldozed by developers to build a parking lot.
"Of course I like it," Ye Hui smiled, not wanting to embarrass her husband.
Qin Yuhang and the footsteps of Xiaolu faded away. He continued kissing his wife, feeling her body tightly gripping his fingers, while she reached into his pants and grasped him, her small hand soft and smooth, bringing indescribable pleasure.
