One Wife, Multiple Husbands – Part Two

　　Ye Hui was carried by him towards the main door, with a plaque above reading “Yunmeng Study” in golden characters. 　　Entering the room, the decor was simple and exquisite. 　　Ye Hui got down from her husband’s arms, looking around, attracted by a calligraphy on the wall, the handwriting somewhat familiar, powerful and authentic. 　　”It’s the Emperor’s work. The Emperor’s calligraphy is extraordinary in the entire Yingtang Kingdom, even scholars greatly admire it. The Chu Wang Palace in Pingzhou also has the Emperor’s work, which my lady has seen.” Having arrived at the Eastern Palace yesterday, he had walked around and saw this calligraphy in Yunmeng Study before deciding to stay. 　　Ye Hui had practiced calligraphy for several years in her previous life, but her foundation was worse than a child in this era. Although she had worked hard since arriving, she was not even worthy of carrying a book master’s shoes. 　　She could only see that the Emperor’s calligraphy was good, but couldn’t articulate exactly how good. 　　Like Li Yundi and Lang Lang, people say Li Yundi’s artistic level is higher. 　　She had heard their concerts, with only one feeling: Wow, wonderful. 　　Ye Hui sometimes felt she was quite vulgar, and she had to admit this. 　　Qin Yuhang looked at his wife’s embarrassed face, guessed what she was thinking, sat on the couch, and smiled while holding her on his lap. 　　”Wife, don’t be embarrassed about small things. In my eyes, you’re always the best. Look how much you know, created so many good things, with forms, fierce oil, strategic military reduction, establishing postal service, developing Huguang. The Yingtang Empire has benefited greatly, with people living in peace. On this journey, we’ve heard countless praises about the Crown Prince’s wife’s abilities.” 　　On their way back to the imperial capital, they had heard many legends about the Yingtang Crown Prince’s wife. 　　Qin Yuhang’s words made Ye Hui feel more ashamed; these were not her inventions, but experiences from her previous life. 　　While speaking, A Jin led a group of eunuchs in, laying out a table of imperial cuisine. 　　”Your Ladyship, the Crown Prince specially instructed the imperial kitchen to prepare a light meal knowing your preference.” 　　”You may all leave!” 　　Ye Hui didn’t like being watched by outsiders while eating, finding it hard to swallow. 　　A Jin didn’t dare to go far, leading the eunuchs to wait outside the door. 　　”Has husband eaten? If not, I’ll feed you,” Ye Hui sat on his lap, picking up a piece of tamago-yaki with her chopsticks, putting it in her mouth, then mouth-to-mouth feeding him. 　　This was a game they often played, each meal filled with endless tenderness and affection. 　　Qin Yuhang had already eaten, but how could he bear to refuse, eating with a contented face, also feeding his wife in the same manner.