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  • My Husband is a Flower

    Chapter 32

    Su Mi had always thought that when Feng Bao mentioned Miss Yunshuang, the sentence ‘the master rarely returns home’ was just a comforting phrase for her.

    But since arriving at the Lord’s residence, Qin Yan has indeed not returned.

    On that day, Feng Bao had sent someone to bring Qin Yan’s clothes, books, and letters to the courtyard. Su Mi felt a little embarrassed on the first night, but after several days of Qin Yan’s absence, she gradually got used to it. It was not much different from before she was betrothed.

    Under the moonlit sky, in the courtyard by the vine-covered corridor, Su Mi sat at the stone-carved flower table, supporting her chin while reading a book.

    It was not yet deep autumn, and she wore a crimson-colored middle garment with a pale blue robe draped over her body and a soft blanket wrapped around her. She did not feel cold.

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    When she was in Jiangling City, she often stayed in the courtyard like this. Although she had changed places now, the residence was empty, and she and Chun Mei had walked around for most of the day but had only seen two or three servants. When she thought about it, it was even less restrictive than being at home.

    “Miss, are you cold?” Chun Mei walked over and poured a cup of hot tea. “Why don’t you go inside and read?”

    Su Mi took the tea cup with both hands and glanced at the courtyard gate. Qin Yan probably won’t be back tonight.

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    The door creaked shut, and footsteps approached.

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    “What are you reading?” A pleasant baritone voice rang in her ear, and before Su Mi could react, the book in her hand was snatched away.

    Surprised, she looked up and saw that it was none other than Qin Yan. He had probably just finished bathing and was wearing a lotus-colored silk shirt and a straight robe. He had a beautiful profile and was holding the book he had just taken from her.

    Just as Su Mi had been happy to see Qin Yan return, the next moment she watched him flip open the book and recite a line of poetry: “… Miss, please walk slowly. Yesterday you left behind an indescribable charm, causing me to ponder endlessly.”

    After Qin Yan finished reciting, he turned his head with a sly smile on his lips. “Is it because of these things that your embroidery work is being delayed?”

    Su Mi happened to see the love poem that Qin Yan was reading, and when he read it out loud in a soft voice, she found it particularly pleasing to the ear, despite initially finding it a bit pretentious. But even though it sounded good, Su Mi still wanted to save face, so she stood up and forced herself to say, “Lord, I only recently arrived in the capital and just happened to find some books to read when I had nothing else to do.”

    “Oh,” Qin Yan replied, holding a book in his hand and leaning against the desk. He then walked over to Su Mi, who was sitting between the desk and chair, and asked, “What will you do when I come back tonight?”

    His tall figure cast a shadow over her, and his expression was ambiguous, causing Su Mi’s face to turn red.

    “I, I can warm your bed for you,” Su Mi replied, stepping on her soft shoes and squeezing through the gap between Qin Yan and the chair before running into the inner room.

    Qin Yan returned today and saw that she hadn’t gone to bed yet, as if she was waiting for him. He was in a good mood, and even his own smile was different from before—a bit more genuine.

    With the matter of Quanzhou weighing on his mind, he watched her climb into bed without stopping her, then sat down at the table and picked up one of the letters piled beside him. He remembered that there was an old Quanzhou report among them, which might not be of much use but was still worth a look.

    The bed was to the west and the table was to the east, so Su Mi could see what was happening on Qin Yan’s side from where she was curled up at the head of the bed. His slender fingers flipped through the pages from time to time, looking serious and focused, as if he were reading carefully.

    Su Mi sat inside the blanket, watching Qin Yan, until past midnight, when she finally felt a bit sleepy. “Lord, can I go to sleep first?”

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    “Okay,” Qin Yan replied.

    As Su Mi was about to switch to the outer side, Qin Yan looked up and said, “Su Mi, I don’t like sleeping on the inner side.”

    In other words, he was telling her not to move. Su Mi had to lie back on the inner side, and soon her steady breathing could be heard.

    Qin Yan put down his book and looked at the slightly gathered silk quilt. He was supposed to leave for Quanzhou in the middle of the night, but he insisted on coming back for this unnecessary matter. He couldn’t help feeling it was a novelty.

    As he withdrew his gaze, Qin Yan caught sight of the wooden chest that was left open. He remembered it was the one Su Mi had brought from Jiangling City when she left.

    Upon inspection, the cage was filled with neatly arranged blue-covered books. Qin Yan looked at Su Mi lying in bed and whispered, “I only got to read these after coming to the capital…”

    Soon, there was a soft knock at the door, and Feng Bao entered.

    “Chief, the horses and carriage are ready outside, and Ling An is waiting there too.”

    “Okay, let’s go.” Qin Yan put on the coat handed to him by Feng Bao.

    Feng Bao glanced inside the room and wondered why it was so quiet at this time. Although he had not been with Su Mi for long, he knew her well enough to think that she should have made some noise upon learning that the chief was leaving for over ten days.

    “Chief, there are not many people in the house. Shall I inform Madam and accompany you to Quanzhou?” Feng Bao reminded Qin Yan very tactfully.

    Qin Yan suddenly remembered that he had not yet told Su Mi about his trip to Quanzhou after returning. However, he thought it was only a few days and he would come back, so there was nothing to say.

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    “No need,”

    Feng Bao reluctantly agreed when he heard Qin Yan’s words.

    In fact, after following his master for so many years, Feng Bao knew that his master was used to doing things alone and often didn’t think about everything. Even if he wanted to remind him, he didn’t dare to do it directly.

    Anyway, Feng Bao vaguely felt that if his master didn’t mention it, Madam might get upset again.

    Ah, it’s really distressing. If his master got angry too, he would be the one who suffered.

    Due to staying up late last night, Su Mi woke up late and didn’t move much in her sleep. Qin Yan was nowhere to be seen when she looked around.

    Su Mi sat up and counted the days. It had been five days since they last met. The next time they met would be about five days later.

    On the official road to Quanzhou, there was a magnificent official carriage. The reason why it was called an official carriage was because it was pulled by two high-headed blue horses, which was a luxury that only officials could enjoy. Moreover, the carriage was marked with the word “Ji” on the wall.

    Although the carriage had been bumping for several days, Qin Yan did not seem tired. He was holding a map of Quanzhou’s coastal defense and the layout of the checkpoints.

    In order to arrive in Quanzhou as quickly as possible, two coachmen were arranged to take turns driving the carriage day and night. Since there was not enough room on the carriage seat, Feng Bao was allowed to sit inside the carriage compartment by Qin Yan.

    Inside the compartment, Feng Bao dared not even step out, feeling suffocated. If he had a choice now, he would rather stay at the Lord’s residence. The lady rarely had any tasks for him, and he felt less pressure that way.

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    Lost in his thoughts, Feng Bao was suddenly interrupted by Qin Yan’s voice. “How much longer?”

    Upon hearing the question, Feng Bao quickly lifted the curtain and asked the coachman. “My Lord, the coachman says we’re not far from the main city gate of Quanzhou.”

    “There is no need to stop at the city gate.”

    “Understood, my Lord.”

    Given Qin Yan’s status, passing through a main city gate meant there was no need to stop and be inspected by the gatekeepers. However, Feng Bao didn’t understand why the Lord had him hastily imprint the character “Ji” on the carriage overnight. Not dwelling on what he didn’t comprehend, Feng Bao adhered to his way of handling matters. Soon, he resumed his vigilant and upright sitting posture.

    Quanzhou was a bustling trading city with a mix of people, making the city gate stricter than that of Jiangling and others. However, for someone like Qin Yan, with his distinctive two-high horse carriage and blue canopy, there was another gate that ensured smooth passage.

    The horse carriage continued its relentless journey through the Quanzhou city gate. The gatekeeper glanced at the fleeting character “Ji,” and, as was customary for official carriages, it had to be reported.

    “Quickly inform the Prefect. A Jizhou official carriage has passed through the city gate.”

    The gate soldier swiftly rode his horse, galloping all the way to the Quanzhou Administration Building. Inside the main hall, two officials in official robes were seated.

    “Inform the Prefect and Commander. A Jizhou official carriage has passed through the city gate.”

    The Quanzhou Prefect waved his hand, and the soldier retreated.

    “Jizhou is just next to Quanzhou, and someone is simply passing through. Why worry so much, Song Ling?” The Quanzhou Prefect observed Song Ling’s furrowed brow and couldn’t help but feel he was making a fuss over nothing.

    “I’m not concerned about Jizhou itself. It’s the activities of those Eastern Bureau ruffians that I’m wary of. They recently captured several pirates and suddenly fell silent… I don’t believe they would just disappear like that.”

    “Pirates cannot communicate, and even if they did reveal something, what can they really do? The Eastern Bureau is just a small organization, filled with eunuchs. We have senior officials overseeing matters. Do you really need to be so overly cautious?”

    Song Ling narrowed his eyes, lost in thought. “…I hope you’re right. I haven’t had my fill of Quanzhou yet.”


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