Fu Zhen opened the food box, and indeed it was a delicious and appetizing serving of Dongpo Pork Knuckle. There were also two side dishes, a portion of Yangchun noodles, and a pot of wine.
Fu Zhen looked at Pei Zhan, who had already come in from the room door: "You came back early. I heard someone from the palace came too. Why did you come here to coax the bride to drink?"
She had heard that the Crown Prince had come by the Empress's order.
Pei Zhan sat down by the table, glancing at her, "My dear mother-in-law said you can't drink, so I just brought this for you to smell. I cherish my purity and, naturally, won't give you a chance to take advantage of me and tarnish my clean reputation."
Fu Zhen sat down and laughed, "I underestimated you. But today, I'm dead tired; even if you hoped I'd make a move on you, I have the intention but not the courage."
Pei Zhan said, "Are you regretting it?"
