Chapter 368: What Do You Think I Want to Do? (2)

She turned around and pointed at the old plum tree in the courtyard, “Those who have recovered can take walks in the courtyard for rehabilitation.”

“Hmm! That’s quite thorough.” Zhao Zun’s lips slightly curled up as he suddenly reached out to brush away a leaf that had unknowingly stuck in her hair.

“However…” He deliberately stretched his tone, watching Han Lei’s anxious eyes widen before leisurely saying, “We ought to have the people from the Ministry of Industry reinforce the house beams, for your peculiar instruments…”

Before he could finish, Han Lei cheerfully grabbed his arm, “I knew you would understand me the best!”

Just then, Han Lei suddenly froze. Zhao Zun keenly noticed her fingertips tremble, “What’s the matter?”

“The system has given another reward.” She blinked, like confirming something, “It’s some medical equipment, like stethoscopes, surgical beds, and medical uniforms.”

Zhao Zun looked at her charming face, raising an eyebrow, “So this saves gold for buying equipment?”

“It’s more than just saving gold!” Han Lei pulled his sleeve toward the archway, excited like a little girl, “These things might seem insignificant, but in large quantities, they would cost at least hundreds of taels of gold in the system mall.”

Seeing her happy look, Zhao Zun also smiled and couldn’t help but reach out to pat her head again. The two wandered through Wei Dabao’s residence and made some plans before returning to the County Magistrate’s office.

The next day, utterly exhausted, Han Lei slept until late morning.

The sunlight poured through the carved window lattice onto the bed, and she lazily stretched, only to realize it was almost noon.

In front of the dressing table, Han Lei was combing her over-the-shoulder long hair when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps in the courtyard outside.

Zhao Zun, dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, his jade belt lightly swaying, leaned against the door frame with a smile, “My dear Princess Consort has finally awakened; if we delay any longer, the meal at Tongfu Building will grow cold.”

“Sorry, I was just too tired yesterday,” Han Lei said, her cheeks slightly red as she glanced at the maid standing nearby.

Zhao Zun chuckled quietly, beckoning to two hairdressers behind him, “Do the Princess Consort’s hair into a pretty but simple bun; she doesn’t like complicated styles. Match it with the gold-tipped hairpin brought back from the Capital City.”

A stick of incense later, Han Lei changed into the pale yellow ruqun that Zhao Zun had purchased for her in the Capital City and walked elegantly out.

The hairpin in her hair swayed lightly with her steps, reflecting delicate golden glimmers in the sunlight, appearing both noble and sweet.

Zhao Zun’s eyes flashed with a hint of amazement as he reached out to straighten the slightly tilted hair ornament by her temple, “Indeed, my judgment is quite accurate.”

“Annoying!” Han Lei gave him a playful sideways glance.

Outside the mansion, Luo Hai had long been waiting beside the carriage.

Seeing the two of them come out, his gaze lingered on Han Lei’s elegant attire for a moment, stroking his beard with unabashed praise, “Miss Han’s dress today is truly beautiful.”

Han Lei stepped forward with a graceful bow, “Apologies for keeping you waiting, Mr. Luo.”

“Not at all, not at all. You’ve had a tiring journey; you should rest more. Let’s go!” Luo Hai laughed, turning to board his own carriage.

The three of them took two separate carriages, with Xiao Zhengfei leading four trusted aides on horseback guarding on either side, the clear sound of horse hooves tapping on the cobblestone road.

In front of Tongfu Building, Zhao Zun and Han Lei had just dismounted from the carriage when Sun Wenyuan, dressed in a dark purple official robe, came running from afar, his round face plastered with a flattering smile.

“Honored by the presence of the Prince and Princess Consort, it truly brings great honor to this humble official!”

As he bent over, the black gauze wings on his official hat fluttered incessantly, resembling a flapping quail.

The Zhizhou, when going out, certainly looked imposing; even when dining, so many guards were stationed outside Tongfu Building.

For those unaware, they might think something happened at Tongfu Building, seeing governmental staff standing guard at the entrance.

Zhao Zun glanced at the guards surrounding Tongfu Building carelessly, idly caressing the jade pendant at his waist, his face wearing a standard diplomatic smile.

“Mr. Sun, you are too kind. Did the wild game I sent yesterday suit your tastes?”

“Oh my! Prince, you flatter me too much!” Sun Wenyuan rubbed his hands, his eyes spinning.

“How could this humble official dare to enjoy such delicacies alone? Today specially requested the chef at Tongfu Building to select the tenderest loin meat, pairing it with their signature Drunken Immortal Brew, to share with the Prince.”

Entering Tongfu Building, the common folk dining on the first floor saw a group of distinguished guests arriving and promptly stood up to pay their respects.

But Sun Wenyuan was too busy chatting, nodding, and bowing, leading everyone upstairs without even glancing at the common folk. The fish bag hanging at his waist swung left and right with his hurried steps.

Following behind, Luo Hai observed Sun Wenyuan’s sycophantic behavior with a silent sneer. Last night, he had personally intercepted this fellow’s impeachment memorial, yet now he was so diligent.