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Chapter 183 Change of mouth

Zhao Yi: "..."

He suspected that the Prince of Zhenbei had finished asking him all his questions and had nothing more to ask.

"Father-in-law, when will my mother-in-law and brothers-in-law come to the capital?" Zhao Yi asked solemnly. "I will arrange for the elders of both families to meet."

This question struck a chord with the Prince of Zhenbei. The fact that Zhao Yi could think of this shows that he values ​​them and indirectly reveals that he cares about Manman.

"We'll discuss the specific date for their meeting after they arrive in Beijing."

The Prince of Zhenbei's favorability towards Zhao Yi increased considerably.

Zhao Yi felt relieved after hearing the Prince of Zhenbei's reply.

Judging from the rumors, the Prince of Zhenbei is an anomaly and a variable. His thoughts cannot be guessed using ordinary thinking, so he is worried that he will not be recognized.

After spending a short time together, Zhao Yi's impression of the Prince of Zhenbei changed.

No matter how valiant and invincible the Prince of Zhenbei was on the battlefield, when facing his children, he shed all his glory and was just an ordinary father.

He didn't want to upset his daughter, so even if he wasn't satisfied with her husband, he wouldn't make things difficult for him.

The questions I just asked him were all carefully considered, to understand his basic situation and see if he was worthy of my trust.

If Shen Qingtan is not doing well in the Duke of Zhao's mansion, then the Prince of Zhenbei will reconsider this marriage.

Zhao Yi respectfully said, "After I return home, I will tell the elders in the household about your and my mother-in-law's trip to the capital."

The Prince of Zhenbei nodded slightly.

He had nothing to say to Zhao Yi.

He looked at the absent-minded Shen Qingtan: "Manman, stay for dinner before you go back?"

Shen Qingtan stared at the Prince of Zhenbei's wrinkled robe, her feelings complicated.

It turns out that the Prince of Zhenbei was not only at a loss when facing his daughter, but he was at a loss in all matters related to his daughter.

Every question was carefully considered, each one a unique attempt to find out if she was doing well in the Zhao family.

"Okay," Shen Qingtan replied.

The Prince of Zhenbei personally went to the kitchen, gave the chef a long list of dishes, and told him what to add and what to remove from each dish.

The Gu family had eight chefs, representing eight major cuisines.

They were all hired at great expense.

Following the instructions of the Prince of Zhenbei, the dishes were prepared exactly as instructed and laid out on the table.

Shen Qingtan sat at the table, surrounded by a large spread of dishes, and there wasn't a single dish she didn't like.

There are no careless people in this world, only those who are attentive and those who are not.

The Prince of Zhenbei wasn't just thoughtful; he simply kept everyone he cared about close to his heart.

Shen Qingtan's eyes welled up with tears as she held her bowl and ate in small bites.

After finishing their meal, everyone remained seated and did not move.

No one spoke.

The Prince of Zhenbei glanced at the dishes on the table and noted which dishes she ate the most of and which she only touched once.

Looking at him, she felt a pang of sadness. Many of the dishes were things she used to eat every meal when she was a child, but now she wouldn't touch them.

Time has widened the distance between them.

It changed her preferences.

She would never again throw herself into his arms, sweetly calling him "Daddy," and begging him to take her riding a horse.

The Prince of Zhenbei was filled with mixed emotions; he was truly reluctant to let Shen Qingtan leave.

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest early."

The Prince of Zhenbei stood up and escorted the couple to the door.

Shen Qingtan stood at the bottom of the stone steps, looking up at the Prince of Zhenbei standing under the eaves, the light and shadow of the gauze lanterns reflecting on her.

His body was still robust, but several wrinkles were etched on his face.

No matter how valiant he may be, he will eventually succumb to the passage of time.

"It's raining, hurry up and get in the carriage." The Prince of Zhenbei urged, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his wrinkles deepening: "Your mother and brothers are here, your father will take you home later."

“Alright.” Shen Qingtan stepped onto the carriage using the wooden ladder, held onto the carriage canopy, and looked back at the Prince of Zhenbei standing there: “Father, you are a brave and skilled general. No matter what you wear, you are a hero in my heart.”