Wearing a book, hooking him up

It was just after dinner time, and there was still a hint of pastel-colored sunset glow on the horizon, dyeing the sky a soft orange-red.

These days, Jun Zechen didn't even have the desire to summon the palace concubine for show.

Since she doesn't care at all, would it be causing trouble for myself if I summoned the concubines to the Qianqing Palace?

In the past, when dealing with memorials, Jun Zechen could put aside his upset emotions for the time being, but once he finished dealing with the memorials, the little moments he had spent with her would always involuntarily emerge in his mind and would not go away.

He didn't think of her as just his queen at all, she was his wife, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Jun Zechen unknowingly walked to the gate of Kunning Palace, stood there quietly, and stared at the three big words "Kunning Palace" for a long time.

The vermilion palace gate appeared more solemn and profound in the gradually dimming light, and the plaque above the lintel seemed to exude an ancient atmosphere under the reflection of the afterglow.

There was an inexplicable and complex emotion in his eyes, making it difficult to grasp the exact meaning.

Anshun followed behind him and quietly looked up at His Majesty.

My Majesty, if you want to go in, please go in quickly. The Queen must be waiting for you to coax her. If the stalemate continues, I'm afraid the misunderstanding will only get deeper.

Anshun could only sigh in his heart.

The reason why Jun Zechen stood at the door and did not move was because he really did not know how to face her. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took a deep breath and stepped into Kunning Palace.

At this time, Su Jingyao was sitting quietly at the table having dinner.

When she saw him step in, there was no surprise on her face. She calmly put down the chopsticks in her hand, slowly stood up and saluted, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Jun Zechen walked quickly to her and said softly, "Get up."

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to reach out and hold her hands in front of her.

Su Jingyao's expression remained calm, but when she heard him asking her to stand up, she gently slid her hands to the sides of her body without leaving any trace, cleverly avoiding his touch.

Jun Zechen's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes dimmed slightly, and an indescribable bitterness surged in his heart.

He looked at Su Jingyao's calm expression, as if he was just an insignificant person to her.

This feeling made him feel as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

"Your Majesty, have you had dinner yet? I am still eating. If Your Majesty wants to eat more, I will have someone set the table for you."

After Su Jingyao dodged his hand, she took a small step back and then spoke slowly.

Jun Zechen's gaze first fell on his empty hand, and then moved to her slightly lowered, calm face.

I just felt suffocated again and again in my heart.

"I have already had dinner, Yaoyao, please continue. I will accompany you."

Jun Zechen tried hard to make his voice sound gentler. He didn't want to make her unhappy again this time.

Su Jingyao nodded slightly, her face still without any extra emotion.

He sat down again naturally, picked up his chopsticks, and continued to enjoy his dinner leisurely.

She ate her meal as slowly and leisurely as before, and Jun Zechen sat quietly beside her.

His eyes were firmly fixed on her from beginning to end, full of complicated emotions.

However, Su Jingyao seemed unaware of his burning gaze and continued to eat her meal as if no one was around, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Jun Zechen's eyes wandered inadvertently, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of the pot of chrysanthemums on the table.

His brows suddenly frowned.

Looking at this flower, the scene of accompanying Concubine Shu to appreciate the flowers in the Imperial Garden that day came to my mind.

His heart couldn't help but tighten. With these chrysanthemums placed here, wouldn't Yaoyao be reminded of what he did in the Imperial Garden that day every day?

Wouldn't it be harder for Yaoyao to forgive him if she looked at the chrysanthemums every day?

"I remember Yaoyao likes bright flowers like peonies, why is there a pot of chrysanthemums here?"

Su Jingyao looked calm and said calmly, "The concubine likes chrysanthemums. Didn't His Majesty arrange for the people in the greenhouse to cultivate chrysanthemums?"

"Now, we cultivate various kinds of chrysanthemums in the greenhouse, including green chrysanthemums, pink chrysanthemums, black chrysanthemums, and even rarer ones such as fairy ganoderma and ten-foot pearl curtains. They are all very beautiful chrysanthemums."

Jun Zechen's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his expression darkened slightly.

"If Concubine Shu likes it, the flower room will cultivate some for her, but the flowers in Yaoyao Palace should not be neglected by the flower room."

"The variety of chrysanthemums that Concubine Shu wants the flower house to cultivate is very rare, and the servants in the flower house have limited energy."

"I am not too obsessed with flowers. Since His Majesty has ordered the flower room to closely follow the needs of Concubine Shu, I do not want to embarrass the people in the flower room, so I will let the palace people cultivate chrysanthemums without worry."

Su Jingyao's tone was still indifferent, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Peony is not a flower of this season, and it is not easy to cultivate it. It would not be good if it puts too much pressure on the palace maids in the flower room."

Su Jingyao said sympathetically, with a perfect smile on her face, but that smile did not reach her eyes.

"I....."

Jun Zechen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't say anything.

At that time, Concubine Shu asked the greenhouse to cultivate chrysanthemums. He just treated it as a trivial matter and did not think that cultivating some chrysanthemums would affect the flowers sent to Kunning Palace?

"I will ask the people in the flower room to continue cultivating peonies tomorrow. If Yaoyao still has flowers she likes, she can let the flower room cultivate them. Yaoyao is the queen, why should she wrong herself?"

Jun Zechen looked at Su Jingyao, his eyes full of guilt and pity.

"I am your majesty's queen, and I should be tolerant to everyone in the harem, maintain harmony in the harem, and prevent the concubines from complaining. These are just some small matters, your majesty does not need to do this."

After that, Jun Zechen would find some topics from time to time, and Su Jingyao would respond while finishing her dinner leisurely.

After dinner, Su Jingyao continued to do her own things as if no one was around. She first focused on dealing with some matters concerning the six palaces.

After finishing, she picked up another book, sat at the table and started reading, her eyes moving slowly across the pages.

Occasionally, she would put down her book and pick up a pen to write on paper.

Jun Zechen had been silently staying by her side, watching her every move, his eyes full of attachment and obsession.

It seems that Jun Zechen is determined to stay in Kunning Palace tonight.

He didn't leave even though I treated him so coldly. Could it be that he was determined to make peace with me?

It was almost midnight. After Su Jingyao and Jun Zechen finished washing up, Su Jingyao sat in front of the dressing table in the bedroom.

Her eyes fell calmly on the mirror, and she gently combed her long hair with a comb in her hand.

Jun Zechen sat on the bed, his eyes always fixed on Su Jingyao, as if waiting for something.

After Su Jingyao carefully took care of her skin, she walked over slowly wearing a thin undergarment.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. Go to bed early."

After saying that, she lay down on her own, with her back to Jun Zechen. Her thin figure looked a little cold.

Jun Zechen was startled at first, then he secretly relaxed some of his tension and lay down on the outside, facing her.

Hesitantly, he reached out his hand towards her waist, his hand trembling slightly, as if with a hint of uncertainty.

When his hand was gently placed on her waist, Su Jingyao clearly felt the movement on her waist. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she ignored him.

Seeing that she didn't react, Jun Zechen not only didn't back off, but instead went even further and hooked his hands around her waist.

He exerted a little force on his hands, trying to bring the person into his arms.

"Yao Yao."

Jun Zechen called softly, his breath gently passing by Su Jingyao's ears with a hint of warmth.

But the woman in his arms still didn't respond at all, as if she didn't hear his call at all.

Jun Zechen could only increase the strength in his hands, as if this would make him have a stronger presence in her heart.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.