Peasant Woman's Decreed Life as a Wife

Chapter 1926: Chapter 1923: Used to It

"Not necessarily; mainly if something happens, Brother Zhongjin would send me a message." Chu Ziluo explained without hiding.

"Are you sure you want to show me?" Chu Heng’s obsidian-like eyes showed no obvious emotion, even if it was Prince Rong who sent it to his daughter.

Seeing his reaction, Chu Ziluo had some speculations.

She nodded more firmly: "Yes, although both Mother and Father trust me and don’t think Brother Zhongjin’s character is questionable, if there’s any mistake in our private correspondence, it wouldn’t be good."

"Besides, Brother Zhongjin can deliver the letter to me, definitely with your permission, Father."

Looking at the eloquent Chu Ziluo, Chu Heng did not deny it, but his act of opening the envelope indicated his response.

Chu Ziluo’s lips curved slightly as she waited quietly beside him.

From the beginning, she did not intend to hide from Father and Mother.

Initially, the contents of the letters were nothing crucial, just like family letters, and usually, Chu Ziluo would often write home letters to her maternal family and elders like her grandfather.

Having gotten used to writing letters, she increasingly didn’t feel there was any issue.

Therefore, she didn’t think about informing Father and Mother about this matter.

It wasn’t until Li Chongjin mentioned some matters related to the palace and her own father in the letter that she realized she hadn’t informed them about the correspondence with Li Chongjin.

Chu Heng finished reading all the letters.

His gaze lingered on the last one.

"I understand. These letters, keep them safe, don’t let anyone else see them." Chu Heng handed the letter back to her.

Chu Ziluo nodded: "I’ll destroy them when I return; however, some daily ones can be kept."

Because there were no identifying words in the letters, even if outsiders saw them, they wouldn’t know who was corresponding.

"I wrote the letter with my left hand." Chu Ziluo saw that Chu Heng didn’t say much, so she explained proactively.

Chu Heng was slightly surprised by her decisive nature, showing no reluctance, and reached out to pat her head—a gesture he rarely made since Chu Ziluo turned ten.

Chu Ziluo’s cheeks reddened, due to shyness.

Chu Heng praised, "Not bad."

Chu Ziluo’s eyes curved, breaking the mature facade she pretended to uphold.

"Father, I’ll go bring Nuanbao over for dinner." Chu Ziluo smiled, leaving before Ye Muyu approached.

Ye Muyu was wiping her hands as she walked over, curiously asking, "What were you two secretly discussing behind my back?"

Her words carried a hint of banter, not genuinely blaming them for talking secretly.

Chu Heng reached out to unfold her fingers, noticing they were slightly pale, frowned, and disapproved, saying, "There’s no need to cook personally; the Kitchen Maid’s skills are almost as good as yours now."

"I was just worried about you being hurt." Ye Muyu stood on her tiptoes to examine the wound on his forehead.

After looking, she couldn’t help but break into laughter. A big bump, paired with Chu Heng’s ever-serious face, seemed to crack his perfect facade.

"Hahaha, Ah Heng, your bump is too funny; it affects your looks." Ye Muyu laughed uncontrollably.

Chu Heng didn’t even lift an eyelid, calmly took the hand cream and applied it for her.

Each finger was covered with the hand cream, and their fingers were somehow intertwined.

"Alright, let’s go, have dinner." Chu Heng didn’t let go of her hand, heading straight into the house.

Ye Muyu was no longer shy about it now; these kinds of moments when she was led by Chu Heng around the residence were too common, even the servants at the residence had grown accustomed to it.