Princess Consort De struggled to get up, but before she could rise, she fell back onto the Imperial Concubine’s Couch.
"Your Highness!"
Inside Yangxin Hall, Li Yuyu sat beside Yan Xiu, tilting her head to look at him.
Indeed, a man who is serious about his work is the most handsome.
From this angle, he’s so stunning, what does it mean to be flawless from every angle? What does it mean to be unrealistically handsome? Yan Xiu!
Slurp~
He’s so good-looking!
"Wipe your drool," Yan Xiu said casually without lifting his head.
Li Yuyu hurriedly wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, wiped twice and realized it was unnecessary, her brows furrowed: "Emperor, that’s too much! How could you jest with me."
Yan Xiu remained silent, his relaxed eyebrows showed he was in a very good mood.
Li Yuyu pouted, never mind, good looks triumph over everything, better change her posture and continue admiring.
After all, such heavenly beauty is rare.
Hmm? How old is Yan Xiu again? Does he qualify as a fresh young talent?
Just as Li Yuyu was thinking of how to ask to find out Yan Xiu’s age, Shen Quan entered from outside.
"Emperor, news came from Yikun Palace that Princess Consort De has fainted."
What?
If Beauty Zhou fainted, they could blame it on her, but this time Princess Consort De’s fainting has nothing to do with her. She didn’t even go near Princess Consort De.
Li Yuyu rose from the couch, ready to bow and take leave.
"Where is my beloved concubine going?" Yan Xiu asked, half-smiling as he looked at her.
Li Yuyu earnestly replied: "Princess Consort De is unwell, naturally, the Emperor needs to go to Yikun Palace. What would I stay in Yangxin Hall for? Of course, I should return to Luaxin Pavilion."
Yan Xiu: ...
This vaguely sour tone, is she jealous?
"Tell the people at Yikun Palace that I don’t practice medicine," Yan Xiu said in a calm tone.
Shen Quan responded without a change of expression, as he already knew.
Persuading the Emperor to visit Purple Cloud Pavilion today was already the limit. If the Emperor went to visit any concubine just because they’re unwell, then that would be strange indeed.
Oh, except Lady Li.
Li Yuyu, hearing Yan Xiu says this, curled her lips unconsciously.
Yan Xiu saw it.
He placed down his brush on the table and stretched out a hand toward Li Yuyu: "Come to my side."
Alright then.
Li Yuyu twisted her slender waist and approached.
Yan Xiu’s eyes hid a smile, extending an arm to circle Li Yuyu’s waist, letting her sit on his lap: "Tonight, my beloved concubine shall sleep with me, not going anywhere besides Yangxin Hall."
Li Yuyu blushed and tried to break free from Yan Xiu’s embrace, finding it tightly held and hard to escape.
"Emperor, Mr. Shen is still here," Li Yuyu whispered awkwardly.
Shen Quan: "No, your servant is not here, your servant has already left."
After speaking, he quickly disappeared from Yangxin Hall without lifting his head, thoughtfully closing the hall doors.
Li Yuyu: ...
"Haha."
Yan Xiu looked at Li Yuyu’s expression of grinding teeth and humorously cute demeanor, unable to resist pinching her creamy cheeks.
"Ouch." Two light red marks appeared on Li Yuyu’s cheeks, she winced in pain, covering her cheeks and giving Yan Xiu a reproachful look: "Why do you keep pinching me? It really hurts, you know!"
"Does it really hurt?" Yan Xiu asked.
Li Yuyu nodded determinedly, then released her hand to let Yan Xiu examine the red mark on her cheek, quickly covering it again.
Though she didn’t answer, her expression conveyed: It hurts! It hurts so much!
"In that case, why don’t you pinch me as well, so we both feel the pain together," Yan Xiu grasped Li Yuyu’s wrist, leading her hand gently toward his cheek.