Part For Ever / Wang Ye, Wang Fei

Chapter 083 Fear

Ye Chuyan asked doubtfully: "A Ce, what's wrong with you? Don't you like this purse?"

Pei Xiuyan barely maintained the expression on his face, "I like it, I like it very much."

Ye Chuyan suddenly realized: "Oh, by the way, this is the same as the one I gave you when I was a child. Don't worry. Since then, I have never embroidered a purse, only this one."

Pei Xiuyan twitched the corners of his lips, "Ayan, as long as it's made by you, I like it."

Ye Chuyan knelt down and tied the purse around Pei Xiuyan's waist. After standing up, she said happily: "Okay, don't throw this away again, do you understand?"

Pei Xiuyan nodded stiffly.

Ye Chuyan held his hand and walked into the house while saying, "You have been working hard all night. You must be hungry, right?"

She pulled Pei Xiuyan into the room, pressed his body to sit at the table, lay on his shoulder, and breathed out like a blue.

"I'm going to cook something for you. I haven't cooked for a long time and I'm almost rusty. Just wait for me."

After saying that, she stood up and was about to leave. Pei Xiuyan pulled her into his arms. He looked down and saw the bruises on her neck that had not yet dispersed. He was startled for a moment, and then whispered: "Ayan, don't go, stay with me."

He quietly held Ye Chuyan in his arms and took a deep sniff of her scent. The chaotic mood of the night finally felt better.

He hesitated for a long time, then slowly said: "Ayan, the emperor needs someone to go to the south of the Yangtze River to provide relief. He asked my opinion and said that if I was willing to go..."

Ye Chuyan hugged his neck with her backhand and said warily: "You agreed? You said you would take me to see my grandmother in the spring."

She survived just to be able to see her grandma and sister-in-law alive.

She had calculated that if she went to Ninggu Pagoda this month, she would be able to catch up with the birth of her nephew.

Pei Xiuyan hesitated for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "Disaster relief is a big deal. I'm worried that others can't handle it, so I agreed."

Ye Chuyan stood up suddenly and stared at Pei Xiuyan in disbelief, her eyes full of disappointment and excitement.

"Pei Xiuyan, disaster relief is indeed a big deal, but you are not suitable for it."

"Ten years ago, there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River. Taiwei Zuo Zongyun went to the south of the Yangtze River three times to provide relief. There was no difference in money. All of it was spent on the people in the disaster area. The people called him the living blue sky."

"Seven years ago, there was a locust plague in the border areas. Kong Bin, the Minister of History, single-handedly raised funds for disaster relief in the border areas and quelled the riots."

"You have never provided disaster relief. Zuo Zongyun and Kong Bin have more experience than you and are more suitable for disaster relief than you."

"Also, Zhang Qingman participated in both incidents. He performed outstandingly and became the Minister of the Ministry of Justice based on this merit.

"If you dislike the fact that Zuo Zongyun and Kong Bin are a little older, and you want to choose a better candidate for disaster relief, Zhang Qingman is more suitable than anyone else..."

At this point, Ye Chuyan suddenly became speechless.

She instantly thought of a possibility.

It wasn't that Pei Ye insisted on Pei Xiuyan going to the disaster relief, but that Pei Xiuyan didn't want Zhang Qingman to go to the disaster relief, so he proposed to go there himself.