On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 331 Delicate Emotions

Chapter 331: Chapter 331 Delicate Emotions

Glancing at Leng Yu Yan, Ye Yiheng’s lips subtly curled into a smile as he turned his head and followed the old uncle toward the mountains.

"Old uncle, why is the firewood shed located on the mountainside?"

"Well, for one, it’s convenient for chopping firewood. If we chop too much, we can just leave it there; secondly, we don’t want to pile it up in the room you’re currently staying in. If we pile it in the yard, I’m worried about it getting wet in the rain, not to mention the possibility of bad people hiding behind the woodpile..."

The old uncle settled the carrying pole on his shoulders and pointed to the snow-covered mountain path, "Moreover, this road is pretty convenient to walk on, just a bit more difficult with the snowfall today."

Ye Yiheng nodded, following the old uncle with one foot sinking deeper than the other.

Along the way, the old uncle seemed to open up a box of chatter, "You and your little wife haven’t been married for long, have you?"

Ye Yiheng followed up on his remark, "You can tell?"

"Yes, there’s tenderness between you but not enough closeness, you’re both rather restrained. I can tell right away that you’re newlyweds." The old uncle chuckled shyly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening, "Back when I married my old lady, I didn’t understand much either. Funny thing is, I was ten years older than her but had no idea how to take care of her, so I made many blunders."

Ye Yiheng asked in surprise, "Old uncle, you’re ten years older than Auntie?"

"Indeed, so after we got married, I figured since I’m that much older I ought to treat her well, but sometimes I applied the wrong effort."

As they spoke, the old uncle used the carrying pole to hit a tree branch obstructing the way.

A heap of snow resting on the branch fell down in a pitter-patter, striking the snow on the ground and creating a pit with each impact.

Ye Yiheng pressed his lips together, contemplating whether he should ask for some advice, but before he could speak...

The old uncle went on by himself, "My son, too, doesn’t know how to pamper his wife, dragging her onto the boat with him, and even in this cold winter, I have no idea when they’ll come back."

"So close to New Year’s, why aren’t they coming back?" Ye Yiheng asked again.

Today was the second day of December, less than a month away from New Year’s.

"My son and his wife have been married for quite a few years and haven’t been able to have children, so they left this place, not wanting to face me and his mother." He paused, then said, "But come to think of it, what kind of husband drags his wife away to sail boats? He clearly doesn’t know how to be tender!"

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng thought of himself.

Currently in a state of flight, with Leng Yu Yan accompanying him in such a way, was he also guilty of not knowing how to be tender?

Yet, these words could not be asked.

The matter of their flight was even harder to bring up.

The old uncle recalled, "I remember not long after I got married to my old lady, one day she told me she wasn’t feeling well, so I had her lie down on the heated brick bed in the house."

"She said she wanted water, and I even made sure it was cooled for her to drink. But who knew, after just one sip, she became incredibly upset, saying I didn’t know how to take care of her."

"We were just newly married, to be honest, and weren’t all that familiar with each other. I’m quite stubborn myself, so I got angry on the spot."

"Only later did I realize she was on her period, and during that time, you can’t drink cold water. She thought I was older and understood these things, but I was clueless. I yelled at her, and she got so upset she wanted to go back to her parent’s home."

"She was already reluctant to marry me, given our ten-year age difference. This incident just made it worse, and she accused me of not being tender. I admit, I didn’t know how to be tender."

Ye Yiheng proved to be a good listener and asked at the right moment, "What happened after that?"

"After that, I sent her back to her parents’ home."

Surprised, Ye Yiheng said, "You really sent her back?"

"Mhm!" The old uncle nodded, "After sending her back, that was when I found out she was on her period, so I went and persuaded her to come back."

"From that point on, I started asking others for advice, and that was how I learned that women can be very irritable during their period, and some even suffer from stomach pain."

"If your little wife suffers unbearable pain these days, just rub your palms together to warm them, and gently massage her lower abdomen with them. This trick works wonders."

"Earlier in the yard, I, this old man, was too embarrassed to say it, but now that you’ve come out with me, I see that although you’re married, you still seem like a clueless young lad, so I’ll thick-skinnedly share with you some advice."

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng humbly responded, "I appreciate the tips from Uncle!"

Seeing that this young man was handsome and polite, Uncle nodded repeatedly, then pointed towards the mountainside, "We’re about to get there."

In the yard.

Aunt pointed towards the retreating figures of the tall and the short, saying to Leng Yu Yan, "The firewood shed is behind the mountain. Though it looks like just a short distance, it actually takes quite some time to walk, so let’s go inside."

"Alright," Leng Yu Yan followed Aunt into their home.

The home of the elderly couple was piled with many items, but it was also kept very clean.

Aunt took out many pieces of fabric from the wardrobe and laid them all out on the kang bed.

"Pick some, young people like brighter colors."

Leng Yu Yan looked at the fabrics on the kang, "Why are there so many?"

Many were in shades of red, obviously prepared by the mountain families for their new daughters-in-law. There were also quite a few in dark blue and deep blue, suitable for men.

"These fabrics were left over from when my son and daughter-in-law got married. We have only one son, and we thought we couldn’t let the bride be shortchanged, so we prepared quite a bit of fabric."

"Aunt, you can keep these fabrics for your son and daughter-in-law."

"They can’t wear them either."

"Why not?"

"They’re older than you and have been married for many years," Aunt said with a smile, a hint of heartache passing through her eyes, "Besides, we don’t know when they’ll be back from outside."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan fell silent. Parents always hope to have their children by their side, and Aunt was no exception.

At the mountainside.

Uncle was talkative, and as they chatted and walked, they soon reached the firewood shed.

The snow was thick on the ground, blocking the door, but Uncle dug through with a carrying pole and was able to push the door open successfully.

Ye Yiheng picked up a bundle of firewood on each side, and Uncle picked up another from the front and back, closed the firewood shed door, and they started to walk back down the mountain following their original footprints.

"I’m getting old, and with my son and daughter-in-law not by my side, what will happen if one day I pass away, leaving my wife alone?"

"That’s why I’ve thought it through; if I really have to go, I’ll come here to this firewood shed, and never die inside our home."

"Dying inside the house will make my wife too scared to sleep alone in the future."

Rarely having a young person to listen to so much of his talk, Uncle shared his inner thoughts that he had never spoken to anyone else, "This is the main reason I built the firewood shed here."

He rested one hand on the carrying pole and pointed towards the yard at the foot of the mountain with the other, "From the mountainside, you can look down and see our home."

"If I pass away, my soul will still be here, able to look over our home and protect her!"

Ye Yiheng became silent, deeply touched by the tender sentiments of ordinary folks.

Back in the yard, inside the house at this moment.

Aunt took out two pieces of sheepskin, "These can be made into two shoulder scarves."

Leng Yu Yan hurriedly declined, "Aunt, you should keep the sheepskin for yourself!"

For ordinary farming families, sheepskin was a valuable and warm commodity against the cold; how could she comfortably accept it?

Aunt laid out the sheepskin and murmured, "You and your husband dress exceptionally well, you probably don’t like, nor are you used to, our kind of clothing."