FBC – Chapter 370 Daily Life of Pampering the Wife – The Prince is Enchanted

Unexpectedly, Mu Junyan was even faster.

The Black Armored Guards arrived in a dense formation at the city gate, surrounding the carriage completely.

Tall and strong horses, and the burly, powerful Black Armored Guards blocked all prying eyes from the crowd.

Wherever the Black Armored Guards appeared, the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. No one dared to peek at the princess’s face, and the onlookers quickly dispersed.

Soon, the whole capital was abuzz. People said the Regent Prince protected his wife so thoroughly, not even letting anyone glance at her.

Gu Hua, being tightly protected, was completely unaware of all this. All she saw were her adorable little glutinous rice balls rushing toward her.

“Mommy!”

Yuan Yuan had tears in her eyes and hugged Gu Hua’s neck tightly with her tiny arms, smearing her snot and tears all over Gu Hua’s face.

Gu Hua’s eyes turned red as she held the soft little body, picking up the child and bowing to the Old Madam.

“Mother, you’ve worked hard.”

The Old Madam laughed heartily, patting Yuan Yuan’s back: “Get down quickly, you’ve gotten fat like a little pig, you’ll tire your mother out.”

Yuan Yuan pouted, unhappy, but worried about tiring her mother, she quickly slid out of Gu Hua’s arms.

The nanny carried little Master An’an over. Gu Hua joyfully looked at his round little face. The little guy’s big round eyes rolled as he looked around.

Seeing Gu Hua, he immediately grinned and cooed, stretching his tiny hands toward her.

Gu Hua’s heart melted, and she picked up little An’an, planting a strong kiss on his rosy-cheeked face.

“Mommy is sorry, little An’an. Mommy left you after just a month.”

The Old Madam chuckled: “We’ll talk about it later.”

Everyone returned happily to the mansion, and Mu Junyan also just arrived back from the palace.

The whole family gathered, joyful and harmonious.

A few days later, the affairs surrounding the new emperor’s ascension finally stabilized.

The new emperor decreed Zhao Luoxuan to be Grand Princess, granting her wealth, soldiers, and the full ceremonial carriage to escort her back to Dali in grand fashion.

Gu Hua personally saw her out of the city. The two women gazed at each other for a long moment, thousands of words unsaid.

Through this journey, they had faced life and death together, experienced the betrayal of relatives, and grown together.

Their bond had long surpassed sisterhood, as intimate as family.

After a long moment, Gu Hua, with tears in her eyes, smiled: “Take care.”

Zhao Luoxuan’s tears fell, but she smiled happily: “When you return to Nanjiang, we’ll drink together.”

“Alright. Duan Qi will trouble you, sister.”

Gu Hua said, “He’s my nephew; he can play with Yuan Yuan too.”

“Then I have nothing to worry about.”

Zhao Luoxuan waved her hand gracefully and got into the carriage.

Watching the princess’s carriage fade away, Gu Hua felt an emptiness in her heart.

Zhao Luoxuan probably didn’t love Duan Yu, yet she couldn’t escape her current fate.

Seeing her discomfort, Mu Junyan stepped forward, holding her hand gently: “Your hands are a bit cold. Don’t go out in the wind so often.”

Gu Hua shot him a glance: “Why don’t you just lock me in the mansion and stop me from going out?”

Mu Junyan grinned: “You can go out if you want. I’ll accompany you.”

The two bickered all the way back to the mansion, only to find Qing’e waiting for Gu Hua.

Mu Junyan went to attend to other matters, and Gu Hua pulled Qing’e to sit down.

She glanced at her small belly: “You… are keeping it?”

Qing’e nodded: “The child is innocent. Regardless of who the father is, he is my child.”

Gu Hua was slightly surprised but respected her.

“And what’s your plan? Stay in the capital or settle elsewhere?”

“I wish to return home, if that’s alright.”

“Of course. I’ll arrange everything for you: house, servants, and land. You and the child will have no worries in life.”

Qing’e stood gratefully to bow, but Gu Hua stopped her.

“You’re pregnant; don’t bow.”

Qing’e obeyed, sitting down with reddened eyes: “At first, I followed your plan with a heart full of hatred, determined to die. I didn’t expect it to succeed, and even gain a bright future.”

She looked down at her child: “Though the child is from my enemy, Zhao Yuxuan would have been the Crown Prince had he not been royalty. He’s a good man after all.”

Gu Hua looked at her: “Could it be… you have feelings for him?”

Qing’e shook her head: “I only pity him. He once cried in my arms, sharing his helplessness and dilemma. He said if he weren’t the Crown Prince, he’d run away with me to live an ordinary life.”

Gu Hua pondered: “If he weren’t the Crown Prince, would you still be with him?”

Qing’e hesitated, then shook her head: “Seeing him reminds me of how the Sun family killed my parents.”

After sending Qing’e off, Zhao Chufei arrived.

She came alone.

Gu Hua smiled at her energetic demeanor: “You’re the most esteemed lady in Bianjing, Princess.”

“Stop laughing. Princess? I never cared.”

She grabbed Gu Hua, anxious: “My father wants me to enter the palace again.”

Gu Hua widened her eyes, but quickly understood; the daughter of the Duke of the Nation could hardly avoid the palace.

Zhao Yufeng also needed such an ally.

“What do you plan to do?”

Zhao Chufei frowned: “It doesn’t matter who I marry. I just want to ask if you intend for the emperor to be a puppet or…”

“What nonsense?”

Gu Hua glared: “If we weren’t worried about Zhao Yufeng’s unstable throne, we wouldn’t care about being Regents at all. If you’re willing to become empress, I’m relieved. Once you enter the palace, guide the new emperor. Then maybe we can retire early to Juzhou.”

Zhao Chufei eyed her suspiciously: “You went through all that from Juzhou to the capital, just to stabilize Daliang?”

Gu Hua smiled faintly: “I’m lazy; I don’t want to deal with messy affairs. If Mu Junyan wanted high power, he could have it long ago. As for you, if you like Zhao Yufeng, marry him quickly—I won’t have to worry about your marriage constantly.”

Zhao Chufei snorted, regaining her usual noble demeanor: “Then when I become empress, you’ll still have to bow to me.”

Gu Hua laughed: “Yes, Your Majesty, Empress.”

Zhao Chufei blushed and waved her hand: “Let’s go.”

After a busy day, Gu Hua was exhausted. She handed the children to the nannies and servants, bathed, changed, and comfortably sat by the window, reviewing the mansion’s accounts.

When Mu Junyan returned, he saw her like this.

Gu Hua wore a pale yellow blouse and skirt, her head slightly bowed, warm candlelight falling on her face, highlighting her delicate features.

Her distinct shadow fell on the wall, long curled lashes fluttering.

Gu Hua was engrossed when suddenly she felt a burning gaze on her. Her lashes lifted to see Mu Junyan standing at the door, staring at her.

“What are you looking at? Why not come in?”

Gu Hua, surprised, touched her face, thinking something was on it.

Mu Junyan stepped in, approached, and kissed her forehead: “Looking at my enchanting wife.”

Gu Hua’s cheeks flushed.

Mu Junyan’s words were getting sweeter—he had learned to compliment her.

Especially…

Gu Hua sensed something was off.

Last time, he praised her lips, saying her cherry lips were naturally beautiful, then… leaned down, opening his mouth.

And the time before that, he praised her hands, soft and fair, then… her hands were caught.

She nervously pouted: “When a weasel pays a New Year’s visit to a chicken, there’s no good in it.”

Suddenly she noticed him looking at her slightly open blouse. She crossed her arms and leaned back on the couch.

“Are you trying to coax me again? What is it this time?”

Mu Junyan, seeing her fluffed-up, defensive posture, chuckled. He found coaxing this occasionally feisty little cat quite amusing.

He stroked her hair: “Really… I just think you’re beautiful.”

Then he sat beside her, watching her go through the account books.

“Don’t you dislike looking at account books?”

Gu Hua pouted: “Dong Qing said many things about outside business, but she doesn’t understand much. Many things still need my decision. Before, with Sister Zhilan and Zhou Chunyue, one managed internal, one managed external, everything coordinated smoothly. Now it’s Dong Qing inside, Dong Mo outside, but Dong Mo isn’t very experienced either. Internal and external matters aren’t handled as smoothly, so I have to look at it.”

Listening to her complaint, Mu Junyan rubbed her head: “Then what do you want to do?”

Gu Hua brushed his hand away: “The things you should’ve handled aren’t done.”

Mu Junyan, confused: “What things?”

“Dong Qing and Mr. Min’s marriage. If they get married, Mr. Min can manage external affairs. Then as a couple, they coordinate everything well. I won’t be so tired.”

Mu Junyan laughed: “Alright, I won’t do anything else these days—just force Mr. Min to marry.”

Gu Hua smiled: “Good.”

Mu Junyan leaned close, his voice low by her ear: “Then how will you thank me?”

Gu Hua’s alarm bells went off.