The day the Seventh Princess returned, Dong Huiying was out shopping with her two husbands. The weather was pleasant, with her holding Zhi Chen by one arm and Shu Yu by the other, they swept through the streets. Food, drinks, clothes, fabric, and much more—it was a loot. Their hands were full, and they had to occasionally send the servants following behind them to the Blue mansion for delivery. "I can’t take it anymore," Shu Yu gasped, his fair, handsome face flushed pink under the sun. A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead as he rolled up his sleeves and gently pressed his sweaty brow. "I can’t walk anymore, haven’t we bought enough?" His wife has bought everything, including Jiangnan’s specialties. Lately, he had this delusion, constantly feeling like they could go home soon. With his character of taking whatever he could get, since they came to Jiangnan, surely they’d return with a cart full of things, just like last year when they were away with Yue Ning all year, and came back with so many local specialties that they nearly stuffed the home’s cellar. Could shopping be a woman’s natural indulgence? Shu Yu indulged her at first, but she was simply relentless in her shopping spree, too good at it. Lazy as he was, he couldn’t hold on any longer. At this moment, Zhi Chen glanced at the teahouse nearby, "Let’s take a break there." His wife’s face showed reluctance, "Okay, but let’s have something delicious first. After that, we’ll continue shopping!" He just wanted to faint. They climbed up to the teahouse, sitting by the window on the second floor, which offered an excellent view, gazing into the distance at the towering city gates. The teahouse thrived on tea, but also served some light dishes with a pleasant taste. Once seated, Dong Huiying realized she was already famished, her stomach grumbling. She ordered a table full of dishes, and while waiting, she sipped tea, listening closely to the storyteller downstairs. The rising and falling tones, paired with the afternoon sun, and observing the husbands on each side, Dong Huiying felt that life was simply perfect and comfortable! The only drawback was that there were just Zhi Chen and Shu Yu with her now. If the whole family were gathered, brewing wine in winter, tea in summer, imagine the bliss. She drew a mental picture, losing herself in thoughts. Clearly, she was happy, as she subconsciously began humming a tune. Shu Yu sipped tea quietly, his gaze occasionally drifting to his wife. The love in his eyes was palpable, almost flowing out like water. Zhi Chen was the same, attending to her, noticing her empty cup, he refilled her tea, but couldn’t help advising her to drink less, lest she’d fill up on tea before the dishes arrived. Just as Dong Huiying was about to reply, a string of firecrackers suddenly burst in the distance. She leaned over the wooden window frame, peering outside: "These firecrackers are loud, is someone getting married?" She was muttering to herself when she saw a crowd bustling at the city gates, kneeling together. She was slightly stunned, thinking: Such a spectacle indeed. Soon afterward, a procession moved through the city gates.