Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 969 - 971: Set the Date (5)

Chapter 969: Chapter 971: Set the Date (5)

"I had accidentally obtained a 500-year-old ginseng, which our family had no use for, so it was left outside to be sold. Since our household cannot provide a decent birthday gift now, why not take back that old ginseng as the birthday gift? It will certainly bring great honor!"

"That would be truly wonderful!"

Upon hearing that the issue of the birthday gift was resolved, Lady Du felt a great weight lift from her heart. "It’s too late today. I’ll have Zhang Biaotou drive you there to retrieve it first thing in the morning!"

...

At nighttime, just as Cai Wei had gone to bed, she suddenly heard a rustling sound followed by the familiar scent of Dragon Saliva perfume. Without asking, she knew who had come. For the past few days, he had stealthily visited Cai Wei’s room every night and returned at dawn. It was the first time he had come so early!

Upon entering, the man didn’t speak. He simply removed his shoes and climbed onto the couch, holding her tightly in his embrace.

Cai Wei pushed him slightly and lazily asked, "Why have you come so early today? Is there something on your mind?"

"Mmm!"

The man responded and did not relax his hold but hugged her even tighter. He buried his head in her neck, greedily inhaling her gentle fragrance, which tickled her.

"What is it?"

Cai Wei lifted her head, her bright pupils shining like luminous jewels in the dark night, clear and piercing.

"We’ll talk about it later!"

He hadn’t seen her all day and missed this little girl terribly. Everything felt spiritless as if he had lost his soul. He had made up his mind that once they were married, he would always keep her close by, at all times. Only when he could see her and touch her could he feel at peace.

It was now July, and the weather was getting warmer. Cai Wei, who was sensitive to heat, did not cover herself with a blanket at night and wore only a loose robe without anything underneath.

Huan Qiu entered the room, carrying a bucket of boiling water, and poured it into the bath tub that had been prepared beforehand.

The water in the bath tub, originally hot, had cooled down after waiting. So, every night, Huan Qiu would wait for the master to arrive, boil a pot of water, and when the noise in the room subsided, pour the boiling water into the tub, mixing it with the original one for them to use for bathing.

Initially, Cai Wei was uncomfortable with Huan Qiu’s sudden appearances, viewing what she and Nangong Yi did as their deepest secret not to be known by others. However, Nangong Yi did not mind; in his eyes, a maid was just a servant, no different from an object, whose thoughts and feelings could be completely disregarded. Even if she witnessed their intimacy, it did not matter to him.

Driven by reality, Cai Wei eventually had to adapt.

After Huan Qiu left, Nangong Yi got out of the couch, tested the water’s temperature, then returned to the front of the couch, picked up Cai Wei gently, and placed her into the bath tub.

The warm water dispelled the fatigue in Cai Wei’s body. She hummed in comfort and lazily leaned against the side of the tub.