The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

His movements were tender, as if he feared grazing her delicate skin, displaying the same patience and meticulous care he’d always shown.

Su Yingxue climbed on top of him, resting her head on his legs and softly said, “Hubby is so good, even as emperor you’re still this kind.”

He still cherished her all the same.

“Whether as Your Highness or the emperor, I am still your husband.”

Chu Yihan bent down and pecked her on the lips, noticing how red and swollen they were from his kisses and felt a wave of tenderness wash over him.

He lifted Su Yingxue and placed her onto the bed.

Seeing him about to get up and leave, Su Yingxue hastily reached for his sleeve, “Why do you have to go? Aren’t you not angry anymore? Don’t go to the imperial study!”

She was afraid he would leave her here alone again.

“Who said I was leaving? Your hair is still wet, let me dry it for you.”

Chu Yihan pulled his sleeve from her grasp, only to return moments later with a clean silk scarf. With the scarf’s strong absorbency, Su Yingxue lying by the bed, Chu Yihan painstakingly wrung out the water from her hair, then slowly dried it.

Su Yingxue’s mouth was curved in a sweet smile, so joyful that sleep eluded her.

Heaven had indeed not treated her poorly.

Having Chu Yihan’s love in this life, she had no more grievances.

Seeing her happy, Chu Yihan’s heart was also filled with joy.

In this life, to protect her completely was his only wish, and having achieved it, he felt even more content than possessing this prosperous dynasty.

The news of their reconciliation spread swiftly through the palace. Although Chu Yihan did not neglect the morning court, the radiant look on his face was telling. The courtiers knew at a glance; having disregarded the harem, the only woman in the palace now was the future empress Su Yingxue. His evident happiness revealed the depth of his affection for her.

Zhuo Junli chuckled, and when he exited the palace, he shared this incident as a humorous tale with his two younger nieces.

Ever since he assumed the position of Prime Minister, Leng Shuqing and Leng Muling often came to pick him up or entered the palace to bring him supper, helping him while he was working.

The status of the Prime Minister’s Estate’s young ladies indeed made things exceptionally convenient.

Upon hearing this, Leng Shuqing gripped her handkerchief tightly, her delicate face clouded with a somber expression. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It was Leng Muling whose eyes shone with envy, “How wonderful! It seems even the Imperial family has true love! The emperor and the empress were at odds just a few days ago, and now they’ve reconciled, just like an ordinary couple. It’s truly surprising.”

“What’s so surprising about that? If you strip away the titles, they’re simply two ordinary people,” said Zhuo Junli nonchalantly.

“Uncle, you’re becoming bolder, calling the emperor an ordinary person,” Leng Muling said with a wicked grin, teasing, “Be careful, or I’ll tattle to the emperor.”

“The emperor himself said those words,” Zhuo Junli tapped Leng Muling on the head, “Besides, even if you wanted to tattle, are you wishing to enter the palace as a concubine?”

Leng Muling shook her head vigorously, “I wouldn’t want that! The emperor only has eyes for the empress; if I went, I’d just be alone in my chambers. What’s the fun in that? I want to marry someone who cherishes and loves me, with a heart that holds only me.”

Zhuo Junli praised her, “Smart! You’ve got it right!”

A woman who didn’t desperately cram her way into the imperial palace was indeed wise; Leng Muling was exactly that.

Zhuo Junli’s gaze fell on Leng Shuqing, and this little niece of his became a cause for concern.

As they conversed, the carriage curtain was lifted by the wind, and in an instant, Leng Muling caught sight of a tall, slender silhouette, broad-shouldered and handsome, with a noble and extraordinary air in his brows.