"Madam (husband)…"
The wet nurse and servants had just withdrawn when the couple spoke at the same time and looked at each other with a smile.
"You go first."
Again they spoke in unison.
This time, Qiu Yan couldn't hold it in anymore and fell laughing into his arms.
"Husband, what did you want to say?"
"Yan'er, you don't have to do things you don't want to do for the sake of so‑called reputation." Zhao Minglang stroked her face tenderly. "We're not living for anyone else; we're living for ourselves. I didn't marry you for reputation either—I truly like you and cherish you…"
"Husband, I like you too."
Qiu Yan's face glowed red with joy. "Husband, I accepted that girl the Zhang Mansion sent, but she's not for you. Don't you go thinking too much, and you absolutely mustn't go looking for her, or I'll get angry."
"All right, I won't go looking for her, and I won't go looking for anyone else. Your husband here will only look for you."
