Shen Meng never made promises lightly, and because of this, her promises carried significant weight.

Liang Jue looked at his wife’s face and suddenly lowered his head. His eyes were a little moist, seemingly embarrassed that he, at his age, was shedding tears. He lifted his large sleeve and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Anyway, as long as they were together, they still had a lifetime ahead of them. Even if she didn’t have such deep feelings for him, for Liang Jue, the current level of affection was truly enough.

Seeing Liang Jue lowering his head and his shoulders shaking, Shen Meng also knew that her husband was crying. She was about to say something when Shen Meng’s voice sounded from outside, “I want to go in and find Daddy…”

She sounded like she was twisting her body while speaking because in addition to her voice, there was also the voice of the nanny trying to persuade her, “Young Miss, your daddy and mommy are discussing something important. You can’t barge in like this.”

“But I want to eat the peach blossom cakes that Daddy made.” The child squirmed in the nanny’s arms, her voice so sweet it melted hearts.

“Where would peach blossoms come from in this weather?” The nanny looked helpless, then saw the child’s eyes light up and she shouted “Daddy!” She jumped out of the nanny’s arms and ran towards Liang Jue.

The child was only as tall as Liang Jue’s thighs, tightly holding onto the man’s trousers, her bright eyes pleading for peach blossom cakes.

Liang Jue coaxed her, “There are no peach blossom cakes. How about Daddy makes fragrant osmanthus cakes for you?”

At first, little Ping An wanted to say no, but seeing her mother looking at her from behind, she felt a little timid. She obediently agreed.

Although her mother always smiled and told her many nice stories, she could also be very fierce when she was strict. Moreover, whenever her mother said a word, her father, who was always gentle and loving towards her, would always stand on her mother’s side. So whenever Shen Meng appeared, she would be very obedient.

As Liang Jue was about to lead the child to the kitchen, Ping An suddenly said, “Oh, by the way, Mom, there was a very handsome young man who came to see you just now, saying he had something for you.”

Liang Jue’s footsteps paused, and he bent down to his daughter and asked, “What did that young man look like and what was he wearing?”

He looked very serious. Liang Jue rarely showed such a serious expression in front of the child, and for Shen Meng, a father like this was scarier than her stern mother.

She pouted, “He was wearing red and white clothes, with curved eyes and long eyebrows, and fair skin.”

Because they happened to be in the courtyard, Shen Meng could see the low fence from where she stood. She became excited, her chubby little hand pointing outside, “Daddy, look, that young man is outside, and he’s smiling at me.”

Liang Jue straightened up and turned to look in Shen Meng’s direction, indeed seeing a handsome man smiling faintly in their direction. Behind him were about a dozen tall guards, as well as a tall servant, calmly holding an umbrella over the man surrounded in the middle.

It was none other than the Third Prince Xue Ning, who had previously caused conflicts between the couple. Liang Jue’s expression immediately turned unpleasant. He handed the child to the nanny, “Take the child back first. I have something to discuss with our guest.”

Ping An pouted, seemingly very dissatisfied with her father’s change of mind. Liang Jue, still a few steps away, came over and gently touched his daughter’s soft hair, “I promised you osmanthus cakes. Are you okay with that, sweetheart?”

When she said the last four words, it meant the matter was settled. Ping An, always a clever child, managed to hold back her tears and took the opportunity to bargain, “Then I also want a plate of braised chicken feet.”

“After you finish writing your big characters for today, all of that will be fine. Go inside with the nanny first.”

Once the child’s figure disappeared from view, Shen Meng took a large umbrella from the door and walked quickly to her husband’s side, shielding him from the rain and snow falling from the sky, “This isn’t the hallway. Why don’t you ever think of holding an umbrella?”

Liang Jue looked up at her and then reached his hand into the crook of Shen Meng’s arm, holding his wife’s hand. Due to the etiquette he received since childhood, he rarely showed excessive intimacy with Shen Meng in front of others. But now she wanted to assert her sovereignty in front of that intruder.

Regardless of the other party’s intentions, this lifetime he was determined not to let go of Shen Meng.

Xue Ning watched as the couple stood shoulder to shoulder, holding hands and even holding an umbrella, his eyes dimming slightly for a moment, but it was only a moment.

After Shen Meng stood in front of him, he smiled and asked, “Why not invite me in for a while, given the strong wind and rain?”

Liang Jue’s expression betrayed his disgust, “I don’t think it would take up much of your time. Whatever you have to say, you can say it here.”

“But some of the things I discussed with Miss Shen may not be suitable for outsiders to hear.”

“I am her husband. There’s nothing that can’t be said in front of me.” Liang Jue glanced at Shen Meng.

Shen Meng remained silent, tacitly agreeing with him and standing by his side.

Xue Ning chuckled, “When I said outsiders, I meant the attendants, not Mr. Liang. But then again, you seemed to have compared yourself to those servants.”

Shen Meng spoke up at this moment, “Since it’s an important matter, then come with us.” She used “us,” clearly still siding with Liang Jue.

Having lost the verbal argument, Liang Jue seemed uncomfortable. However, Shen Meng squeezed his hand and said gently, “The guest should come in earlier to discuss matters. We should also send the Third Prince away soon since the house is crowded. It’s not good to keep guests.”

Her attitude made him feel much better. He suppressed all the thorns against his rival and showed the courteous side of the Shen family’s husband, “Madam is right. It’s my oversight. Please come to the east wing.”

After dismissing the servants, Xue Ning stated his purpose. He mentioned a very famous name, Master Huiyuan.

Before the late Empress’s death, Master Huiyuan was renowned throughout the world. It was said that she had the ability to predict others’ afterlives. However, she often traveled incognito, and most people had only heard of her name without recognizing her face.

Shen Meng asked him, “I wonder what the relationship is between Master Hui Yuan and the Third Prince?”

“She is our mentor. Today, I came to present this great gift to Meng Zhai, on behalf of our mentor.” In the previous life, Shen Meng had attached herself to a hairpin after her death, and as a soul, she could only stay by Liang Jue’s side, receiving limited information.

She didn’t know what happened to the Third Prince Xue Ning afterwards, but judging from the respectful ceremonies performed by his servants, she deduced that he had been doing well.

Thinking back, there was also the issue of the royal seal in the previous life. Even if she didn’t devote herself to Meng Zhai, as a high disciple of Master Hui Yuan, Xue Ning would have lived well.

Shen Meng understood, feeling somewhat relieved about the past.

“I came here tonight for two reasons: to bid farewell to an old friend and to prevent any misunderstanding between Mr. Liang and you. As the saying goes, it’s better to break a temple than to ruin a marriage. If my presence causes any rift between Lady Shen and the Lord, it would be my fault. So, I came specially to explain.”

The shadow of losing his wife weighed heavily on Liang Jue, and he didn’t believe Xue Ning had such good intentions.

Xue Ning continued, “There are some private matters I’d like to discuss with Mr. Liang alone.”

Shen Meng glanced at Liang Jue and stood up, “The tea is cold. I’ll go brew some fresh tea.”

After Shen Meng left, Xue Ning said to Liang Jue, “Is it really worth bragging about taking someone else’s things in front of others?”

His words were sharp, leaving Liang Jue puzzled. He suppressed his smile and tore off his elegant facade, “What do you mean?”

“Master once predicted that Shen Meng was originally destined to be my spouse.” Unlike Shen Meng and Liang Jue, Xue Ning didn’t have many memories of past lives or reincarnation.

He only had a dream related to a past life, a lively wedding where he covered his face with a red veil, exchanged vows with a woman in red silk, and then nervously lifted the veil to reveal a woman with the exact same face as Shen Meng.