CHAPTER 649: [643] QING CHUAN CHENG WANGFEI 12 (1 MORE UPDATE)

Thankfully, she had the memory of taking that tumble.

"Prince, if you want to know something, I think it would be more reliable to ask Su He and Su Mei, because since that day, after I fell, I don’t remember many things. The Imperial Physician could bear witness to that for me."

After some thought, Xiyuan felt there was no need to hide and thus just plainly spoke the truth.

Yun Mi, after hearing this reason, was stunned for a moment, "You’re saying you don’t remember many things from before?"

Xiyuan, with her not particularly large single-lidded eyes, nodded seriously.

"Mm, I don’t remember, and they also said my taste in food changed, as well as my interests,"

"Do you know that you learned accounting before?"

Upon hearing this, Xiyuan realized why Yun Mi would want to understand her; it must have been her teaching the accountants how to keep books that surprised him.

"I did study a little, but what I learned is the same as the methods they habitually use. I came up with that method after looking at their ledgers. It took me three days of repeated checking to realize it really worked well before I recommended it to them."

Xiyuan said this with an unwavering face and an even breath; anyway, she insisted it was her original creation, and they couldn’t do anything to her, haha~

Yun Mi looked deeply at her, increasingly finding this Princess Consort quite interesting. Despite her young age, her thoughts were quite distinctive.

"Then why do you want to grow vegetables?"

"It’s convenient to eat, and it also saves money."

"But in reality, we can’t save much money."

Xiyuan agreed on this point, "I just cherish the process of food, from planting the seeds to harvesting them, and then to the dining table. I didn’t consider these things before, but after waking up from that bump on the head, it felt too wasteful to have a dozen dishes for just one person. Even if I don’t finish and give it to the servants, I still feel it’s lacked gusto. Look, they could eat something fresh, so why should they eat my leftovers?"

Yun Mi found it amusing, "Perhaps they don’t want to eat something fresh and prefer your leftovers!"

How could the food prepared for the servants in the kitchen compare to what the master eats?

"But now I don’t want to leave leftovers; I want to save on this expense. Prince, do you think I’m too stingy?"

She wasn’t the Holy Mother, why should she allow the Prince Manor’s expenses to increase so much for those servants? Servants should eat what they are meant to eat, right?

Yun Mi, with a thoughtful expression and supporting his head, looked at the tiny figure beside him and smiled warmly, "No, that’s how it should be."

"So, this is why you only have two dishes and a bowl of soup each meal?"

Xiyuan smiled shyly, "Yes, anything more would be wasteful, right? I’m also sorry that you have to endure this with me."

Yun Mi shook his head, "Not at all; I’m not picky, but I don’t advocate for excess either. This change of yours is quite good, after all, our Prince Manor has dozens of people. I don’t have a proper position right now, and we’re only getting by with those shops. If you can increase revenue and decrease expenditure, saving some Silver Coin would only benefit us, with no downsides."

Xiyuan didn’t expect the fourth son to be so easygoing. No wonder Yong Zheng was so assured with this brother; indeed, he was well suited to be the leisure prince. Even the next Emperor Qianlong treated him exceptionally well, giving him a position with plenty of money and little to worry about, a comfortable life for sure.

This was probably the ultimate state of being, carefree and living at ease.

If one’s ambitions were too great, it could lead to an uncertain future, like it was for his brothers, with their dire fates.

"Prince, I’m sleepy, shall we sleep?"

The light from the night lamp, with its wavering candle, cast a soft halo that made Xiyuan’s upper and lower eyelids start to battle, as it was already bedtime, even if it was just nine o’clock in ancient times.

She and Yun Mi each had their own blanket on the bed, and before falling asleep, she had to lie flat, without turning her back to him, which was a matter of politeness and cultivation.

This posture was indeed the most uncomfortable to sleep in, but when sharing a bed, one had to maintain it, comfortable or not.

Yun Mi was not the slightest bit sleepy, as he had slept all afternoon. He wanted to talk with her, but this woman said she wanted to sleep.

Looking at her, she wasn’t especially beautiful, but her skin was smooth and delicate, and for a moment, Yun Mi felt a flutter in his heart.

Suddenly, he turned and pulled the far sleeping Xiyuan directly into his embrace, taking the utterly unprepared Xiyuan by surprise.

"Prince, what are you doing?"

"You’re my Princess Consort, what do you think I’m doing?"

...

She wouldn’t let go, absolutely not; Xiyuan stiffened her body and braced herself, making Yun Mi laugh and cry at her reaction.

"You need to understand that I’m your husband, not a philanderer. Why are you glaring at me with such wide eyes? Our wedding chamber ceremony was already delayed by more than ten days, how much longer do you want me to wait?"

Xiyuan’s face fell, "But it was you who said it, that you’d give me two years to develop. I’ve heard that having children at a young age can lead to death. I, I haven’t lived enough yet, so, can we, can we delay for two more years?"