Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 169 - : The Lucky Farmer is at Ease, While the Husband with No Heirs is Busy Pursuing His Wife 29
Chapter 169: Chapter 169: The Lucky Farmer is at Ease, While the Husband with No Heirs is Busy Pursuing His Wife 29
Every time Fu Huaichu heard him speak, the sense of oppression in his heart deepened another layer.
By the last sentence, he even felt a bit reluctant to care for the fraternal bond and wanted to throw Fu Huaizhong out directly.
At this moment, the always aloof and esteemed Crown Prince, in the midst of the freezing snowy landscape, felt his anger boiling with nowhere to vent. Eventually, the tangles in his heart multiplied, like countless threads unable to be cut or untangled, tightly winding around his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
“I know her.” Fu Huaichu had a thousand words in his heart, all wanting to declare his dominion, but in the end, he found he couldn’t open his mouth to say more than the words “I know.”
Fu Huaizhong looked at him, “Elder brother, you actually know Miss Su, you must surely know about her circumstances. Does she have a match, and does she currently have a husband?”
“She has two children, and currently… she likely has no match,” Fu Huaichu thought this would make Fu Huaizhong step back; he lowered his eyes, finding a position for himself, “But now she has many suitors.”
“Ah? It is actually so?” Fu Huaizhong exclaimed in surprise, raising his voice significantly.
Fu Huaichu replaced his teacup to pour another, ready to hear him give up on his intent.
However, far from giving up, Fu Huaizhong clenched his fists and continued, “To think Miss Su has been living like this all these years! Without a husband, just earning money in Jiangnan on her own, and even raising children—this is not easy at all! If she enters the Prince Residence later, I must treat her well, I definitely won’t let anyone bully her.”
“Crack—”
After showing Fu Huaichu his resolve, he saw that the teacup in Fu Huaichu’s hand had once again become shards.
“Are you serious?” This time, Fu Huaichu could no longer disguise his emotions; his voice was cold, disregarding the injury to his hand, and he looked at Fu Huaizhong. The news he heard left him no time to consider other matters; perhaps it was discontent, or perhaps he couldn’t stand seeing someone else fancy his woman. At this moment, Fu Huaichu felt entirely out of sorts, “You are the Imperial Family’s Third Prince, and in the Wang Dynasty, we are but two brothers; Capital City is full of noble ladies more suitable for you. Perhaps it is time to prepare a flower-viewing feast for you to meet the daughters of prestigious families.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Huaizhong immediately showed his refusal, “Elder brother, you know. I have sworn that if I cannot find a Princess Consort who appreciates each other, I would rather live alone. It doesn’t matter that she has children; what I like is her as a person, not something else.”
“She is very interesting and impressive; for a woman to have her own business in Capital City and establish herself is not simple.” Fu Huaizhong recalled seeing Su Zhiruan just before, dressed in a greenish white large cloak and a dark green long dress; she seemed like one of those noblewomen from the paintings he created, perfectly fitting his ideal image.
Fu Huaichu took a deep breath and didn’t move the teacup again.
At this moment, a blazing flame ignited within him, seemingly fierce enough to burn him to ashes.
Su Zhiruan could only be his!
Zheye and Zhezhi were his lineage continuation; since he cared so much about her being with another man, if he delayed any longer and Su Zhiruan actually found a man she liked, he couldn’t imagine what he might do in an irrational state.
Just then, the coachman outside the carriage knocked on the door, his voice somber, “Crown Prince, the Prince Residence is here.”
“Huaizhong, you go back; elder brother won’t see you off,” Fu Huaichu said, wearing a forced smile, sitting motionless in the carriage.
Fu Huaizhong didn’t find this odd; he quickly alighted from the carriage, “Elder brother, take care on the road.”
He watched from afar as the carriage moved further away, leaving shallow tracks on the snowy ground, and Fu Huaizhong breathed a sigh of relief.
Deep down, he still felt some awe for Fu Huaichu, the Crown Prince elder brother; there was a significant age gap between them, Fu Huaichu had just had his birthday, just turned twenty-four, while he was only just twenty.
Fu Huaichu was the first child of their mother, raised personally by the Emperor and others with the aim of nurturing him for the role of Crown Prince, while the second prince had unfortunately passed away shortly after birth, followed later by him, the Third Prince.
As for Fu Huaizhong, the Emperor and Empress mostly indulged and left him to his own devices. He loved calligraphy and paintings and was allowed to collect them freely; the same went for poetry and lyrics. In comparison to Fu Huaichu, he resembled a libertine son of a wealthy and leisurely family more. As for this Crown Prince, who was dignified without anger, he very much wanted to foster a good relationship with Fu Huaichu, but deep down, the two were not very familiar.
“Third Prince——”
“What are you standing at the door for? It’s cold outside. Come in quickly,” the butler caught a glimpse and noticed that his master was standing at the door, pondering over the carriage tracks on the ground and quickly urged him to return, “Your Highness, be careful of catching a cold. This servant has prepared some warm broth for you to help warm up. You should have some and then get a good sleep.”
Fu Huaizhong agreed, “Alright, coming.”
At this moment, the snow outside the window seemed to be falling even heavier.
*
After Su Zhiruan got into the carriage, her mind was full of the image of Fu Huaichu wearing a Black Cloak, his gaze seeming as though it traversed vast distances.
Her body swayed along with the motion of the carriage, and she couldn’t help but think about the scenes in Jiangnan Prefecture a few days ago.
It was odd, indeed. When Fu Huaichu first met her in Jiangnan, he acted both mad and desirous, harboring many dangerous emotions beneath his calm facade. But later, after he met Zhezhi and Zheye, his eyes often showed a sense of debt.
And just now, it was her first time seeing him since she returned to the Capital City.
“Miss, are you tired? When we get back, I’ll have the small kitchen prepare a nourishing soup for you, and then you can rest early,” the maid looked at her worriedly.
Su Zhiruan nodded and pinched the bridge of her nose, “All right.”
“Miss, if you are sleepy, why not rest on this servant a while?” the little maid looked at the tired Su Zhiruan, she looked at her mistress but realized that, at some point, Su Zhiruan had already fallen asleep.
Just at that moment.
Sounds of hooves came from outside the window. Initially, the coachman thought it was a coincidence, but when the other carriage forced their carriage to stop, he realized it was deliberate.
The coachman, having driven carriages in the Capital City for many years, was well aware of which marked carriages in the city were best left alone.
And the carriage in front of them bore the unmistakable insignia of the Crown Prince from the Crown Prince Residence!
Soon, his suspicion was confirmed when a man slowly disembarked from the carriage. He wore a Black Cloak, his black hair tied with a band, tall and stately with a celestial grace.
“This commoner greets the Crown Prince!” the coachman got off and bowed, then, he meant to knock on the carriage to signal to Su Zhiruan that the Crown Prince had arrived, but the next second, his subtle movement was all caught in the eyes of Fu Huaichu.
“You all, go down,” Fu Huaichu said indifferently, looking towards the servants around him, then turned his eyes to Su Zhiruan’s carriage.
The servants promptly stepped down.
Then Fu Huaichu, flipping his cloak, stepped into Su Zhiruan’s carriage.
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