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Chapter 385 One Moment of Impulsiveness

In the evening, Shen Fuhan returned to the Marquis's residence and saw Ling He waiting outside, looking travel-worn.

He asked in a low voice, "When did you get back?"

Ling He clasped his hands and said, "Reporting to the Marquis, I just arrived a little while ago. I received the news at noon today, so I rushed back immediately."

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "Let's talk in the study."

Upon entering the study, Ling He immediately replied, "My lord, that person is currently in Jinzhou, but his whereabouts are uncertain. He may leave in a couple of days. Please make a decision as soon as possible."

“I understand,” Shen Fuhan said. “I will enter the palace tonight.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling He immediately said, "This subordinate takes his leave."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "What's the rush?"

Ling He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered what his wife had said: he shouldn't say everything to outsiders, especially things about her.

However, it shouldn't be a problem to say something to the Marquis, right?

He then said, "This subordinate wishes to return to see my wife."

Shen Fuhan: "...You're really direct. Go back and rest."

Ling He immediately turned around, then remembered that he had forgotten to bow, so he quickly clasped his hands in greeting and bowed before leaving.

Shen Fuhan shook his head. Why had Ling He suddenly become so unsteady?

He instructed Sibai to prepare a carriage, and soon returned as well.

Wen Jiayue was waiting for him to have his meal. When he finally came over, she asked, "Why are you so late today? I was thinking that if you hadn't come back, I would have eaten by myself."

“Give these dishes to the servants,” Shen Fuhan said. “Ayue, come with me to the palace.”

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment. She and Shen Fuhan had never entered the palace at night before.

She asked nervously, "What happened?"

With no one around, Shen Fuhan lowered his voice and said, "I'm leaving the capital."

Wen Jiayue immediately grabbed his hand.

"You're reluctant to leave?" Shen Fuhan smiled faintly. "It's not like I'm not coming back."

"I'm worried about what will happen after you leave..."

Memories of her past life flooded her mind: Wen Ruohuan's betrayal, the princess's arrogance, and the old lady's indifference.

She was terrified that something might go wrong and they would repeat the same mistake.

Seeing her so worried, Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment and decided to leave tomorrow.

He originally planned to leave overnight, but the more anxious he was, the sooner Li Zhilan would make his move.

But nothing is more important than Wen Jiayue. Since she's scared, it won't hurt to stay one more night.

He reassured her, "Don't be afraid, I will make all the necessary preparations and will not let you get hurt in the slightest."

His voice was deep, and after the coldness faded, it made her feel at ease.

Wen Jiayue felt a little more at ease and nodded, saying, "Then let's go to the palace."

It was a bit windy outside, so Shen Fuhan asked Ruyi to bring her a cloak, and he personally helped her put it on.

Wen Jiayue looked up at his serious expression, and her nose tingled with emotion.

She knew he was prepared, but she was still afraid.

The fear she felt during the last moments of her past life was indelible; even two years later, it remained deeply etched in her mind, something she could never forget.

She knew she shouldn't be thinking about it, but she couldn't control herself.

Finally, she stood on tiptoe and gently kissed him on the lips.

An uneasy feeling washed over me, and the fears hidden deep within my heart finally vanished without a trace.

She breathed a sigh of relief; this method was indeed effective.

But Shen Fuhan's hand wouldn't obey him. Realizing that Wen Jiayue had kissed him in public, he exerted force, and the ribbon snapped with a "snap".

The cloak on his left shoulder slipped down with a sound.

Wen Jiayue said innocently, "It has nothing to do with me."

She even turned the tables, saying, "Husband, how could you be so careless?"

Shen Fuhan silently put the cloak that had slipped off back on and instructed Ruyi to get another one.

When no one was around, he finally spoke: "Why did you suddenly kiss me just now?"

Wen Jiayue stammered, "My husband is handsome."

"How beautiful is it?"

"He was handsome and dashing, with looks comparable to Pan An."

Shen Fuhan grabbed the furry edge of the hood and affectionately rubbed it against her face.

"You've actually said these things today, and even kissed me first... Is it because I'm leaving?"

Her face was itchy, and Wen Jiayue turned her head away: "No, that's not it."

Shen Fuhan took it as sarcasm and sighed, "My dear Yue, I'll be back soon."

Wen Jiayue bit her lip and said, "I know, I'll wait for you."

Ruyi delivered a second cloak.

Shen Fuhan helped her tie it back up and then took her hand in his.

"Let's go."

After taking two steps, seeing that Wen Jiayue had not broken free, Shen Fuhan pressed his advantage and intertwined their fingers.

“You really are…” Wen Jiayue thought for a moment, “You’re sick.”

Shen Fuhan chuckled: "Isn't it because I'm afraid you won't give me face?"

“When have I ever disrespected you?” Wen Jiayue argued softly. “I’ve always been gentle and virtuous, that’s what everyone says.”

"Yes, A-Yue is the best helpmate, no one can compare to her."

As Wen Jiayue sat in the carriage, adjusting her clothes, Shen Fuhan lifted her chin and kissed her.

Wen Jiayue did not push him away, nor did she think about what would happen if her hair and clothes were messed up or if someone noticed. She took the initiative to put her hands on his neck.

She also wanted to let go of everything and be willful just this once.

In the cramped, swaying space, time seemed to stand still, and only the two of them remained in the world, kissing each other with unbearable tenderness.

In the end, Shen Fuhan took the initiative to step back, asking in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you push me away this time?"

Wen Jiayue nestled in his arms and whispered, "I know you won't embarrass me."

"Why didn't you think this way before?" Shen Fuhan gently kissed her forehead. "You were never willing to do it."

"This time is different."

Shen Fuhan chuckled, not asking what was different, as he already knew perfectly well.

When the outside of the carriage became lively, he lifted the curtain and looked around for a moment before ordering the carriage to stop.

He got off the carriage, but quickly got back on, carrying a small jar of lip rouge and a peach wood comb.

Wen Jiayue opened the lip rouge and glanced at the color; it was similar to the one she was using today.

She applied lip rouge, and Shen Fuhan helped her comb her hair.

Wen Jiayue sighed, "I'll never agree to kiss you in the carriage again. It's such a hassle."

Shen Fuhan smiled but remained silent.

As they approached the palace gate, Wen Jiayue hurriedly asked, "Quickly check if I've applied it evenly?"

Shen Fuhan looked him over carefully, then kissed him again.

Wen Jiayue's eyes widened, and she quickly pushed him away. Why are you coming again?

“You’ve applied too much,” Shen Fuhan pecked her lips again. “I’ll kiss some off.”