In the past, he had only dreamed of having Yun Sijin substitute for him like this.
Now his wish was gratified.
Yun Sijin attended to him with a pair of soft hands, and still remembered to say gently, "Do you think I care about the title of the Prime Minister's wife? It's only because you are the Prime Minister that I must match you. Now, brother is so anxious, yet you are indifferent. If something really happens, can you protect yourself?"
It was inevitably impossible.
The huge family, with deep roots, prospered together and suffered together.
It wasn't the Prime Minister's estate or Leng Kangcheng that she cared about, what she cared most about was her husband, Zhuo Junli.
Zhuo Junli pulled her close and kissed her slightly swollen lips, his eyes usually sharp, now filled with tenderness, "I know you love me. Rest for now, let me handle things outside."
He gently lifted her horizontally, placed her back on the bed, and told her to rest.
