Lin Xian stared at Shen Chuwei for a good while, noticing her expectant expression and the tone she used to cajole children.
"Why do you want to follow me?"
Shen Chuwei sighed helplessly, "If you weren't my husband, I wouldn't have to follow you. The journey to Nanzhao Country is long and arduous, with inconvenient food and drink—where is it as comfortable as lying at home?"
Lin Xian actually found her words somewhat reasonable. She began caring for him because he resembled her husband, and she followed him because she believed that he was her husband.
"If you want to follow me, you must obey my words. Can you do that?"
Shen Chuwei let out a breath of relief, "I thought it would be some world-class problem. Just this?"
Lin Xian watched her, puzzled by words she used that he didn't understand—what did a world-class problem mean?
"You are the Crown Prince after all and now my husband. If I don't listen to you, who else can I listen to?"