Transmigrated into the Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Prime Minister - Chapter 91.2

Their steps were synchronized. Princess Changning’s lips curved into a smile, and her demeanor was elegant, completely devoid of any intimidating majesty. Qi Zhenshu’s face was also not as cold as usual when facing others, with joy evident between her brows.

The two walked a short distance, then stopped, pausing in the corridor to talk.

A breeze suddenly arose in the courtyard, sweeping down the yellow flowers from the branches, which drifted down the corridor.

The two people talking looked up together, then turned to continue their conversation.

Flowers drifted down like rain. The beautiful women talked happily in the floral rain. The beautiful scenery and lovely people complemented each other, like a painting.

Only as the banquet was about to begin did the two end their conversation and walk towards the hall.

As soon as they stepped into the hall, Ruan Peng led them inside. Qi Zhenshu quickly glanced back. After seeing Lu Sheng, she nodded to her and followed Ruan Peng to the main table.

Before long, Prefect Ruan, accompanied by his sisters, helped the old madam walk in from the outer room, and the banquet officially began.

Lu Sheng was in a bad mood, which affected her appetite. She ate distractedly.

Halfway through the banquet, the female relatives at the table, who hadn’t eaten much, began to talk.

“Did you see? The one next to Old Madam Ruan is Princess Changning.”

“Princess Changning? Isn’t that the next…”

“Shh, some things shouldn’t be said.”

“Right, right. Princess Changning is truly beautiful.”

“I think the woman in white next to her is also quite good.”

“Oh, judging by your tone, she must be special.”

“Didn’t you see that she came with Princess Changning? I think you shouldn’t even think about it.”

“Now that you mention it, those two do look well-matched.”

“The people at the main table are not people you or I can aspire to.”

“Let me see, is the first person to the right of Prefect Ruan Fan Yang, the Minister of Rites?”

“It is him. I heard that the Emperor knew he was the Prefect’s student and specifically sent someone to offer birthday wishes to Old Madam Ruan.”

“The person next to him is the Prefect of Qingzhou.”

Lu Sheng looked up and saw Prefect Ruan talking with Fan Yang next to him. After a while, the two looked at Qi Zhenshu together. Qi Zhenshu stood up and offered a toast to Fan Yang.

After she sat down, Princess Changning looked at Qi Zhenshu, then turned to talk to Fan Yang. Fan Yang’s gaze swept over Qi Zhenshu, nodding in approval.

When the banquet ended, the guests gradually left, but the people at the main table dispersed later. By the time Qi Zhenshu and Lu Sheng left Prefect Ruan’s home, the sun was already setting.

Qi Zhenshu had drunk a few cups of wine at the banquet, and her eyes showed a hint of intoxication.

“Was today a bit boring?” Qi Zhenshu held Lu Sheng’s hand, apologizing.

Early in the morning, after the other guests left, she felt a pang in her heart when she saw Lu Sheng sitting alone at the table, but her table was full of the Prefect’s distinguished guests, and she could not leave first.

Throughout the banquet, from the moment of the discussion in the courtyard, Lu Sheng had noticed Prefect Ruan’s special regard for Qi Zhenshu and clearly felt that Qi Zhenshu was no longer the scholar who diligently studied every day in the Lu family’s study.

Just like the original plot in the book, from the day Qi Zhenshu left Binhe County, she was like a hawk spreading its wings, flying farther and higher.

“It’s alright,” Lu Sheng slipped her hand into Qi Zhenshu’s fingers, linking her index finger with hers.

Her heart was full of melancholy. She really didn’t want to let go of this hand.

Even though Lu Sheng concealed it well, Qi Zhenshu still noticed that she was a little unusual.

She wanted to hug the person and coax her, but since they were still outside, she decided to drop it for the moment.

Fortunately, the Prefect Ruan’s house was not far from their small courtyard. Before long, the two arrived home.

The moment they reached the courtyard gate, Qi Zhenshu embraced Lu Sheng and hugged her, saying softly, “I will definitely spend time with you during the rest day in two days.”

The scorching breath carried a strong smell of wine, vaguely mixed with a faint fragrance. Lu Sheng remembered that scent—it was the scent of Princess Changning.

Lu Sheng lowered her gaze, reached out to push her away, and said with disgust, “The smell is awful.”

“I’ll go wash right away,” Qi Zhenshu quickly let go of her and walked towards the stove, rolling up her sleeves.

When Qi Zhenshu came out after her bath, Lu Sheng was stoking the fire to cook noodles.

Qi Zhenshu quietly walked behind her, wrapped her in her arms, and rested her head on Lu Sheng’s shoulder, “It smells good.”

Most people at the banquet drank and talked and did not eat much. Qi Zhenshu was indeed a bit hungry now.

“I just put the noodles in the water; there’s no smell yet,” Lu Sheng smiled and chided.

“The noodles my wife makes are naturally fragrant.”

What came out were provocative sweet words, and her tone of voice was soft.

Lu Sheng turned her head in surprise and indeed saw a touch of rosy red still tingeing Qi Zhenshu’s face.

In this state, the alcohol fumes clearly hadn’t fully dissipated.

“Tsk, you talk so much when you’ve been drinking,” Lu Sheng teased and turned to get a bowl.

Qi Zhenshu clung to her shoulder, refusing to leave, moving her feet along with Lu Sheng’s actions, “It’s from the bottom of my heart. My wife is the most virtuous.”

Lu Sheng laughed and pushed her away, telling her to take the noodles to the table.

After dinner, Qi Zhenshu held Lu Sheng and sat in the courtyard to cool off.

“Wife,” the clear voice was tinged with softness.

“What is it?” It was the first time Lu Sheng had heard Qi Zhenshu call her this, and it made her a little embarrassed.

“Can you not go back to Binhe County?” Qi Zhenshu buried her head in Lu Sheng’s neck, speaking in a muffled voice.

It was truly unexpected that the person who was usually reserved and distant could be so affectionate and clingy after drinking, not only speaking sweet words.

“I’m afraid not,” Lu Sheng replied with a light laugh, “I promised the little one that I would return in a few days when I left.”

In private, Lu Sheng actually wanted to stay a few more days, but there were still things to deal with at home.

Liu Yun was recuperating after a miscarriage. The wine yeast at the winery was almost ready, and she had to rush to make new wine.

“I’ll write a letter to Lu Qi and tell her to wait a few more days,” Qi Zhenshu said, frowning with dissatisfaction.

“I left in a hurry, and there are many things I haven’t arranged,” Lu Sheng explained softly. She reached out and touched Qi Zhenshu’s head, “Next time.”

She paused, a resolute look flashing in her eyes, and said gently, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll come to see you earlier next time.”

“Alright,” Qi Zhenshu thought for a long time before replying in a low voice.

The two chatted on and off. As the alcohol took effect, Lu Sheng led her to bed.

Lu Sheng cleaned the dishes and also boiled water for a bath. By the time she came out, it was deep into the night.

She blew out the oil lamp and leaned over to crawl into the bed, but just as one foot crossed onto the bed, her waist was tightly encircled.

In an instant, her body was gently spun by the force around her waist, and she was pressed beneath someone.

Before Lu Sheng could speak, Qi Zhenshu’s kisses rained down.

The scorching breaths mingled between their lips and teeth. Before long, Lu Sheng was lost in the moment.

Qi Zhenshu, after drinking, was more bold and passionate than usual. Lu Sheng also intentionally indulged. The heat in the room steamed up and did not dissipate for a long time.

Another two days passed.

A letter arrived from Binhe County, sent by Lu Zheng. The letter stated that Lu Qi accidentally fell and broke her arm while playing.

When Lu Sheng saw the letter, while worried about the child, her heart was also filled with sorrow.

She had acted completely normal in front of Qi Zhenshu these past two days, but whenever Qi Zhenshu was not home, she was always anxious and worried.

Staring at the letter for a long time, Lu Sheng sighed softly, then picked up a brush to write a letter.

As the last stroke fell, Lu Sheng, though still frowning, also felt a sense of relief.

In the evening, Qi Zhenshu returned from duty, and Lu Sheng told her about Lu Qi’s injury.

“I’m thinking of going back tomorrow to see her,” Lu Sheng told her.

“Alright,” Qi Zhenshu held her hand and advised, “Big sister wrote that it’s nothing serious, so don’t worry too much.”

At night, Qi Zhenshu noticed that Lu Sheng was still restless and wanted to talk to her to ease her mind, but Lu Sheng directly stopped her with a kiss.

The room was filled with intimacy, deep and passionate.

As the morning light cut through the sky, Lu Sheng packed her belongings, placed the two letters on the desk, took one last look at Qi Zhenshu, and quietly opened the door and left.

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