The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Chapter 986: Sending Soup

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The cold wind was biting, and it hurt his face. Song Jingchen tightened his cloak and saw a carriage parked at the entrance of the palace from afar. There was a four-sided lamp hanging at the front of the carriage, and the word Song was reflected on it.

“Your Highness.” Seeing him come out, the coachman perked up and bowed.

Song Jingchen sent the eunuch leading the way away and nodded. ‘You’ve worked hard.”

The coachman waved his hand repeatedly. “It’s not difficult. The princess is still waiting for you inside.”

When the coachman said this, Song Jingchen had already gotten into the carriage and saw the person sleeping soundly inside.

Song Jingchen was stunned. He specially sent someone out to greet her, thinking that this girl had already gone back.

“I originally wanted to send the princess back before picking you up, but the princess insisted on waiting for you to come out,” the coachman explained. “Let’s go back to the residence first.” Song Jingchen lowered his voice and got into the carriage to lower the curtain to prevent the cold wind from entering the carriage.

As soon as he entered, she realized that the charcoal stove in the car had been turned off at some point. It was not much warmer than outside.

“What nonsense.” Song Jingchen scolded with a straight face, but he didn’t hesitate at all. He quickly took off his cloak and draped it over Little Jiajia.

Her hand inadvertently brushed past Little Jiajia’s cheek. Feeling the coldness on it, his fingertips trembled and he felt a trace of guilt.

The cloak was still warm when he took it off. The little girl seemed to sense it and shrank into it, burying her face in it.

Song Jingchen blushed for some reason. That was the cloak he had worn.

The Bulwark Duke’s residence was on Xuanwu Street. Other than Vermillion Bird Street, it was the closest area to the palace. Even so, the carriage traveled for nearly half an hour.

Song Jingchen asked the coachman to drive the carriage straight to the entrance of Qinghui Garden. Just as he was hesitating if he should wake Little Jiajia up, the coachman greeted MO Yuan.

“Miss MO Yuan is here to pick up the princess, right? The princess is in the carriage.”

Song Jingchen retracted his hand and lifted the curtain. “You came at the right time. The princess is asleep. Carry her in.”

MO Yuan glanced at him and noticed the cloak covering her princess. She paused for a moment and got into the car to carry her away without a word.

Song Jingchen frowned. It was understandable that the little girl was young and insensible, but why didn’t this maidservant look reliable?

Her master came back so late, but she didn’t even ask what happened. She wasn’t in a hurry at all.

Additionally, if she was reliable, she wouldn’t have let the little girl come to Chang’an alone.

He still remembered the first time he saw the little girl. She was still wearing thin autumn clothes on a cold day, and her hair was messy like a beggar’s. He wondered how much she had suffered along the way.

“Heir Song, Madam instructed someone to send ginger soup over,” Shi An reminded him.

Song Jingchen came back to his senses and realized that a bowl of ginger soup had appeared in front of him. He picked it up and finished it in one gulp. He instructed awkwardly, “Get the kitchen to send a bowl to the princess too.”

It was unknown how long that girl had slept in the carriage. It wouldn’t be

good for her to catch a cold.

MO Yuan was so unreliable that she definitely wouldn’t consider this. After thinking about it, he was still worried. What if MO Yuan didn’t wake the little girl up and let her continue sleeping? He reminded someone to send dinner over.

When MO Yuan saw it, she would figure out that the little girl was still hungry. She would wake her up for dinner, right?

Shi An chuckled foolishly. “The heir is so considerate. I’ll go now.”

After saying that, he did not give her master a chance to flare up and scold him. He picked up the empty bowl and ran away. He was in a hurry and almost bumped into the man coming towards her.

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

Hearing this voice, Shi An was shocked and quickly knelt down. “Duke.”

Duke Song was dressed in a black brocade robe. He was tall and had cold eyes. Even though he was already in his thirties, it did not hide his elegance.

Time seemed to have given him special treatment, not leaving much of a mark on his face.

Duke Song frowned slightly. “It’s so late at night. Where are you going in such a hurry?”

Shi An thought that it was not something shameful. He was about to explain his master’s instructions when a voice interrupted him.

“Father.”

Duke Song glanced at his son. This kid was still as mischievous as a wild monkey a few years ago. For some reason, he had become more and more like an adult in the past two years. Sometimes, even he, as a father, felt anxious.

However, the look that flashed across his face just now was guilt, right?

Duke Song was a little interested, but then he remembered that he had to humor his eldest son. He didn’t ask further and walked into the study.

Song Jingchen heaved a sigh of relief. He waved at Shi An and turned to follow.

On Qinghui Garden’s side, Little Jiajia and MO Yuan were “competing” over a bowl of ginger soup.

“Princess, your health is more important. You should drink the ginger soup.” MO Yuan looked helplessly at the bulges in the blanket on the bed.

“No, I’m fine. Hurry up and take that choking thing away!” Little Jiajia’s muffled voice came from the blankets, her tone filled with resistance.

MO Yuan sighed and sat down by the bed. “Princess, as long as you drink this bowl of ginger soup, I’ll cook anything you want.”

The bump moved. Little Jiajia stuck her head out of the blanket and blinked.

“You’re not going to make it if I don’t drink it?” MO Yuan was speechless. Of course, she had to do it.

“I’m not drinking it. Take it away.”

“Princess!”

“Sister MO Yuan, don’t you know how good my body is? I only slept in the carriage today. How can I fall sick so easily?”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry. Have you forgotten how you fell into the ice hole back then…” MO Yuan paused halfway through her sentence. When she looked at Little Jiajia, there was no longer a smile on her face. Her heart ached as she said, “If His Highness was here, he would definitely…”

Little Jiajia snorted and turned around to look at her. “My father isn’t here, is

MO Yuan knew that her words had reminded her princess of something bad. It was probably impossible for her to make her drink the ginger soup now. She sighed and was about to leave.

At this moment, a maidservant reported from outside the door, “Miss MO Yuan, the main kitchen has sent ginger soup and dinner to the princess.”

MO Yuan was stunned. She looked at the leftovers and ginger soup in her hand that she had yet to collect. She looked up and met Little Jiajia’s angry face. She subconsciously said, “I didn’t instruct them to do that.”

She knew how much the princess hated drinking ginger soup or medicine. How could she ask the kitchen to send another bowl over when one bowl was already too much?

Little Jiajia clearly didn’t believe her.

MO Yuan was helpless and simply let the delivery man in. Without letting them open the food box, she asked, “Who asked you to send it over?”

Little Jiajia was going to the palace school. MO Yuan wanted to make some snacks for her from time to time, so she started the fire in the small kitchen in Qinghui Garden. She also made Little Jiajia’s meals herself, so she didn’t ask the main kitchen to send them over.

The old woman looked at the plates on the table and guessed that the princess had already eaten. When she heard MO Yuan’s question, she replied truthfully, “It’s Shi An, who’s by the heir’s side. He said that the heir instructed him to do so. ”

MO Yuan looked tentatively in the direction of the inner room. Seeing that there was no movement, she sighed again. “The princess has already eaten. Take it back and share it with your subordinates. As for the ginger soup… take it back too.”

Before she could finish, Little Jiajia ran over. “Did my husband really ask you to send it over?”

Many people in the residence had heard Little Jiajia call Song Jingchen her husband, but the old woman was obviously an exception. She was stunned for a moment before reacting. She quickly lowered her head and said respectfully, “Yes, it was instructed by the heir.”

Little Jiajia was delighted. “Hurry up and bring it out. I’ll drink it.”

MO Yuan was speechless. If she had known that Heir Song was so useful, she wouldn’t have spent so much effort just now..