The whole capital knew that Prince Jing Yan Qinghe was mute.
Aloof and taciturn, he can't say more than three sentences all year round.
When Mr. King Hube went to propose a toast, he replied with one word: "Yes."
Mr. Wang said that it was the shortest toast he had ever heard in his life.
On the Lantern Festival, he was in a daze in the corner of the teahouse, and his eyes suddenly froze.
Outside the window, a girl walked by holding a candied haws.
He stared at the bunch of candied haws for a long time.
The guard called to him, but he didn't move.
I called him again, but he still didn't move.
Just watch and keep watching.
The next day, he went again.
On the third day, I went back.
The guards murmured privately: Your Highness... Is he interested in that bunch of candied haws? Or have you fallen in love with that girl?
Later, the imperial edict of marriage arrived at the Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
Yan Qinghe stood at the door of the Hou Mansion and stammered two words in front of the entire capital:
"Late, late."
Everyone: Is the mute prince enlightened?
Later——
The whole capital went crazy.
The mute prince who could not speak three sentences a year had three thousand words to say to her every day.
He would be jealous for half an hour because she took someone else's heater.
He would get into trouble, mess up things, and wait aggrievedly for her to clean up the mess.
Someone asked Jiang Wan: Mr. Hou, don't you find it annoying?
Jiang Wan thought for a while: I like to hear everything he says.
Someone else: What about the trouble he caused?
Jiang Wan smiled: I am used to it, do you have any objections?
