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Title: ChongFei Manual
Chapter: 162.2 out of 171
Wei Luo wondered why Zhao Jie treated her so well. She felt that she had been deliberately making trouble without any good reasons lately. But, she really couldn’t control her emotions sometimes. Her thoughts were completely different from her actions. She nodded and reached her arms out to hug Zhao Jie’s waist. She silently buried her head in his chest.
On the same night, Wei Luo wasn’t feeling hungry until she suddenly wanted to eat Yu He’s sweet and sour pickled daikon.
However, it was already late at night. Yu He was probably already closed. Even if they went there, they probably wouldn’t be able to buy this food.
Wei Luo weakly sat on the arhat couch and indignantly said, “I don’t care. I want to eat their daikon.”
Finding the situation laughable, Zhao Jie good-naturedly tapped her forehead and coaxingly said, “Okay, okay. I’ll go over there to buy it for you.”
Wei Luo blinked and didn’t say a word.
The autumn night was chilly. Zhao Jie put on a black cloak lined with fox fur and went outside.
Zhu Geng felt very sympathetic towards his prince and couldn’t resist suggesting, “Your Highness, how about letting this subordinate go there instead?”
Zhao Jie shook his head. He walked a few more steps before smiling and saying, “What would be the use in you going there? She’s only asking this because she wants to cause trouble for this prince.” Although his tone was helpless, the indulgence in his eyes was very obvious.
Zhu Geng slightly froze from surprise. This level of pampering towards a wife was really too high-leveled. Even if he spent a lifetime studying, he wouldn’t be able to learn it all.
Two hours later, Zhao Jie came back with Yu He’s sweet and sour pickled daikon. He placed the daikon and several other small dishes onto a round table and handed Wei Luo a pair of chopsticks. He said, “You should eat now. You didn’t eat much at dinner. If there’s nothing for you to throw up later, you’ll feel even more uncomfortable.”
Wei Luo picked up a piece of sweet and sour pickled daikon with her chopsticks. Yu He’s daikon was crisp and sour with a slightly sweet taste. She used to think this taste was very strange, but recently she especially liked this flavor combination. She ate two pieces of the daikon and a few crystal dumplings with Chinese squash filling. She also drank half a bowl of snow fungus and egg soup. This was a lot more than what she had eaten during the previous days.
Surprisingly, she didn’t throw up after eating this late dinner.
After Wei Luo finished washing up, she put on her sleeping clothes that were decorated with a pattern of scattered flowers. She saw Zhao Jie sitting on a rosewood chair and reading a book. She suddenly dismissed all of the servant girls in the room. Her expression showed that there was something she wanted to say to him.
Zhao Jie lowered the book that he was holding and calmly raised his head. He jokingly said with a smile, “Are you going to kick me out of the room again?”
Wei Luo said, “No.” Then, she threw herself into his arms without any warning. She tightly hugged hum and sulkily asked, “Am I really annoying?”
Zhao Jie put down his book and placed her onto his leg. He held her small face and asked, “Why are you asking this? My Ah Luo is naturally the most likable person.”
But, Wei Luo didn’t feel the slightest bit comforted. She feebly said, “I feel I’m been very unreasonable lately.”
Zhao Jie chuckled.
“I’ve been an annoying troublemaker, who constantly gets angry at you. I keep insisting that you do things that put you in a difficult position. Actually, this isn’t my intention. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I can’t control myself.” She lowered her head and remorsefully held Zhao Jie’s fingers. A while later, she slowly said, “I’m sorry.”
Zhao Jie’s heart felt touched by her words. He pressed her head against his heart and said after sighing, “Silly girl, why are you apologizing to me? No matter what you ask me to do, I’ll always be willing and happy to do it.” He thought of the words he had recently read and added, “Besides, this isn’t your fault. The majority of women will become impatient and prickly when they’re pregnant. Compared to other women, my Ah Luo is much more lovable.”
Wei Luo raised her head and asked, “Why do you know this?”
Zhao Jie raised his eyebrows and picked up the nearby book to give to her. He pointed at a certain page and said, “It’s written here.”
Wei Luo stared at those words. On the page, it was written that, “During pregnancy, women will suffer from constant moodiness and irritation.” The rest of the page continued with similar words. She flipped to the front cover of the book and saw the words, Tested Treasures in Obstetrics. Wei Luo froze for a moment. She hadn’t expected that Zhao Jie would read this type of book. She asked, “Where did you get this book?”
(T/N: Tested Treasures in Obstetrics is a book written by Zan Yin, a Tang Dynasty doctor. This book details the treatment of pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum.)
Zhao Jie said, “I had Zhu Geng find this book in a bookstore. It has surprisingly detailed information.” He thought of something else and added, “So, you don’t need to feel bad. Right now, you’re this household’s little ancestor and imperial mother’s beloved treasure. If I don’t go along with your wishes, who else would I obey?”
Wei Luo’s lips flattened. She seemed as if she was about to immediately start crying.
Zhao Jie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He scratched her nose and said, “The book also mentioned that women will cry the most when they’re pregnant. En, it seems like the book wasn’t wrong.”
Wei Luo embraced his neck. She pressed her cheek against the side of his face and murmured, “Will you still cherish me this much after I give birth to our child?” She felt both touched and uneasily fearful by how well he treated her.
Zhao Jie said with a smile, “Ah Luo, I like this child because of you. It’s not the other way around. It’s not because of this child that I like you.”
Wei Luo hugged Zhao Jie for a long time without moving. There probably wasn’t a person who was better at saying words of love than Zhao Jie in this world. She felt as if there had been a jar of honey hidden in her heart. Zhao Jie had knocked the jar over and the honey had flowed into all four of her limbs. Silky strands of sweetness penetrated every pore.