Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

The next day.

The third day after the wedding is the day for ordinary people to return to their parents’ home.

For Yuan Jing and Liu Gao, this day was the time to return to the palace to thank the emperor for his grace.

When Yuan Jing got up, he did not see Liu Yao's shadow.

The bedding on the chaise longue had been cleared away and it was now clean, looking as if no one had ever stayed there.

It is like the relationship between two people, which appears calm on the surface, but is actually clearly divided, with a long line always separating them.

Yuan Jing was having breakfast, and Xianyun, who was serving beside him, reported softly:

"The Prince Consort has gone to prepare the carriage for the palace. He will be waiting for you at the door."

Yuan Jing nodded.

This way of getting along without being too intimate and each doing what they are supposed to do is just right for him.

In the carriage, the two men sat in silence.

When they arrived at the palace, got off the carriage, and saw outsiders, Yuan Jing's expression softened a little.

Liu Yao also had a gentle smile on his face and walked on his right side, half a step behind him.

The distance was just right, showing her respect for the royal family while maintaining the intimacy between the newlyweds.

After Yuan Jing's mother died, the emperor did not appoint another queen, but only let the imperial concubine take charge of the affairs of the harem.

After those things happened, the imperial concubine committed suicide by drinking poison in the cold palace.

It is not known whether it was because he was heartbroken or for some other reason, but the emperor never appointed another concubine of high rank again.

Those who managed the affairs of the harem were only a few concubines of the second rank, and it was not necessary for the eldest princess Yuan Jing to pay a visit to them on the day of her "return to the parents' home".

Therefore, all they need to consider today is how to get past the emperor.

The two were taken to the Yangxin Palace.

They must have been told in advance, because when they saw the two people coming, the palace door was immediately opened.

As soon as Liu Hao and Yuan Jing entered, they knelt down and greeted in unison.

"Greetings to Father/His Majesty. Greetings to Father/His Majesty."

The emperor was sitting at his desk reviewing memorials. When he heard the voice, he replied:

"Get up. Someone, give me a seat and serve me tea."

"Thank you, Father/Your Majesty."

Soon, eunuchs brought over two chairs.

The two sat down.

The emperor put down the red brush in his hand for the moment and looked over.

He thought about the unpleasant things that happened on the day of the marriage, looked at Yuan Jing and asked:

"Ah Jing, are you used to it after getting married?"

Yuan Jing placed his hands on his knees, and curled his lips:

"Everything is fine. Although it is a little different from life in the palace, I don't notice anything inappropriate."

"Really?" The emperor's eyes moved between the two of them, and his emotion could not be seen.

"Is the Prince Consort okay?"

Long before his eyes swept over him, Liu Yao was already concentrating on pouring tea for Yuan Jing and cooling it down. He also picked out a few cakes of his favorite flavors and handed them in his direction, showing his thoughtfulness.

When she heard the emperor's words of distrust, she immediately stood up in a panic and bowed:

"Your humble servant... Your humble servant dare not treat the princess with disrespect."

Yuan Jing also stood up and said in a coquettish tone:

"Father, the prince consort is very good."

The two of them really seem like a couple with a happy relationship, but after only three days of getting along, they already started talking for each other?

The emperor did not say anything about whether he believed it or not. He continued to ask about their married life as if casually, and the suspicion in his eyes did not dissipate at all.

Liu Yao lowered his eyes slightly and also noticed the gaze lingering on his head.

She thought for a moment, and while answering the emperor's question, one of her hands suddenly reached behind Yuan Jing's waist.

Yuan Jing was quick to notice and turned his palm into a knife, ready to chop towards Liu Yao's hand.

The next moment, the eyes attracted by Liu Hao's actions turned over.

Yuan Jing pursed her lips, relaxed her brows, released the strength from her hands, and instead pinched the corner of her clothes, looking a bit like a little girl.

Deep in my mind, I was wondering what Liu Yao wanted to do by doing this?

Liu Yao's next action gave him the answer.

A warm hand pressed against my waist, and then, the hand pretended to... rub it a few times.

Knead it a few times!!!

What on earth is she doing?

Yuan Jing's eyes widened, and he looked towards Liu Yao in a daze, only to be met with her slightly apologetic expression.

"Still sour?"

Her voice was not loud, and one could even say that she lowered it deliberately. It contained a hint of apology, and the unclear meaning seemed to add a bit of ambiguity.

But the palace was too quiet, and everyone who wanted to hear it and those who "didn't" want to hear it heard the sentence clearly.

Yuan Jing understood what she meant and clenched his hands into fists. Before he could accuse her, he felt the condescending gaze above his head.

He forced two shy blushes on his face, and his voice was filled with a hint of real and fake anger.

"You dare to say anything in front of the emperor. It's... annoying."

Liu Yao seemed to have just realized what kind of situation this was, and he quickly knelt down to apologize:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was distracted by my concern."

The emperor looked at them without saying anything, and the atmosphere became solemn.

Is this still too risky? Is this going too far?

Liu Hao's knees touched the cold ground, his fingers clenched inward, his eyes moved, and he thought about how to make timely adjustments later.

She was so nervous that she could almost hear her own rapid breathing.

The next moment, the solemn atmosphere was broken by a loud laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

It was the emperor's hearty laughter, without a trace of gloom in it.

Liu Yao quietly relaxed his mind, knowing that everything was fine now.

Sure enough, after the emperor stopped laughing, he first complained to Yuan Jing.

"Look at what you said. I don't mean to blame the prince consort. You are protecting him now."

"I knew that my judgment of people was correct. I didn't make a mistake in granting this marriage."

"Your Majesty is wise."

Liu Hao echoed.

After the emperor asked a few more casual questions, his doubts completely disappeared, and he waved his hand:

"Okay, go back. You guys, just live a good life."

"Lord Liu, A Jing is my first daughter. You can't bully him."

"The minister obeys the order."

Yuan Jing and Liu Gao left the Yangxin Palace together and stood at the palace gate. The guards waiting around them kept some distance.

Liu Yao let out a sigh of relief, this matter was over.

Just when I let my guard down, a threatening voice came from beside me.

"Liu Zhuangyuan, you haven't even discussed the affairs of the palace with me. You are really...good."

Yuan Jing held the words "Good job" in his mouth for a long time before spitting them out.

In what happened just now, he was clearly treated as a delicate maiden who had become limp after being slept with by her husband.

Simply... simply...

Yuan Jing bit the soft flesh in his mouth, not knowing how to describe his feelings for a moment.

But in the end, it won't be happy.

Yuan Jing has always been a person who never shows his emotions, but at this moment, thinking of the embarrassing scene just now, a hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

He has extremely delicate facial features, and he likes to dress in bright red and purple colors, which always makes people feel inexplicably seductive and alluring.

Only his noble status made him exude the arrogance that only belonged to the royal family, which suppressed his beauty.

Now, he was filled with shame and anger, the corners of his eyes turned red due to anger, and his narrow eyes were raised, unable to hide it any more.