Wearing a book, hooking him up

Jun Zechen was silent, thinking about whether to expose the woman's false mask on the spot, when the doctor that Anshun had hurriedly invited finally arrived.

Anshun said to the doctor, "This is my wife. She was bumped into on the street and sprained her ankle. I'd like to trouble you to take a look."

After saying that, he turned sideways and led the doctor into the house.

Jun Zechen stood up from the couch, folded his arms across his chest, and stood aside, his face as cold as ice, with a chill in his eyes.

Pursed lips tightly.

He wanted to see how this woman would continue to pretend in front of the doctor.

Miaoyun brought a stool to the doctor and placed it beside the couch. The doctor nodded slightly to express his gratitude, then sat down.

He first observed the smooth ankle of the woman's left foot with his naked eyes, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Then he asked, "Madam, is your left ankle injured?"

"Yeah, it hurts."

Su Jingyao responded weakly, tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she looked pitiful.

The doctor no longer doubted it, maybe it was just a bone injury?

He placed a piece of gauze on Su Jingyao's ankle, then stretched out his hand and slowly pressed it, and asked softly: "Madam, will this force hurt?"

Su Jingyao frowned, tears in her eyes flickered even more violently, and she nodded silently, as if she was in great pain.

The doctor carefully pressed around the woman's ankles, but every time she cried out in pain, and he couldn't help feeling a headache for a moment.

He muttered to himself, the woman's ankle was clearly intact!

But the tall young man behind him was staring at him with his deep eyes, and the doctor couldn't figure out his attitude. He suddenly felt a little uneasy and stood up tremblingly.

"Sir, the lady may have injured her bones, but there are no visible scars on the surface. However, I am not good at this, so please ask someone else for help."

After saying this, the doctor lowered his head and hurried away.

Anshun looked at the doctor's departing back in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

The doctor he hired was a famous one in the capital, how could he not be good at tendons and bones?

Seeing that His Highness had a gloomy face and no expression, Anshun thought that His Highness was dissatisfied with him for his incompetence, so he knelt on the ground with a plop and quickly pleaded guilty: "Your Highness, please forgive me. I will go and ask for another doctor right away."

"No need, all of you please leave."

Jun Zechen said coldly, without a trace of warmth in his voice.

Hearing His Highness say this, Anshun was stunned at first, then seemed to understand something, and hurriedly stood up and retreated quietly with Miaoyun.

Soon, Jun Zechen and Su Jingyao were the only ones left in the room, and the atmosphere instantly became somewhat depressing.

Su Jingyao raised her head timidly, with a bit of fear in her eyes, and called softly, "Husband."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, revealing a hint of caution.

Jun Zechen walked to the stool beside the table with an expressionless face and sat down.

His eyes were as cold as ice as he just watched Su Jingyao pretending to be pitiful.

"Don't you want to explain?"

The voice was low and cold.

"My husband asked me to go with you and my sister to the Lantern Festival today, but my husband was with my sister the whole time, so I..."

Su Jingyao's voice was trembling, and she choked up a little at the end, and lowered her head even more.

"Are you jealous? Are you unwilling to accept this?"

Jun Zechen's gaze became increasingly fierce.

"So you're going to resort to this little trick?"

Jun Zechen's questions came one after another, and his tone became increasingly severe.

This method is fine for dealing with Ling Yue, but when there are more people in his backyard in the future, those women will not be as easy to deal with as Ling Yue. Won't they be torn to pieces by others?

If scheming against others won’t save yourself, don’t do it.

Su Jingyao seemed to be so ashamed of herself after hearing his series of questions. Her whole body began to tremble slightly. She lowered her head silently, as if she had suffered a lot of injustice. Tears welled up in her eyes and she was about to cry.

"Since your feet are fine, then come over here and go back to the East Palace."

Jun Zechen ordered coldly, without a trace of mercy in his eyes.

"My feet are numb and I can't walk."

Su Jingyao said in a crying voice, clutching the corner of her clothes with both hands.

Jun Zechen leaned back in his chair, his eyes as dark as ink, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he sneered.

It was obvious that he didn't believe her at all, and there was mockery in his eyes.

When Su Jingyao heard the sneer, the grievances in her heart instantly flooded out like a broken dam, and her eyes became redder.

She hurriedly got down from the beauty bed in a panic, but after taking only two steps, her feet became numb and weak, and she lost her balance and fell straight to the ground.

Jun Zechen's eyes had been on her, and the moment he saw her fall, his body suddenly stood up uncontrollably.

Then, he immediately frowned, stood up, walked quickly to her, squatted down, and pretended to pick her up.

Su Jingyao's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She pushed him hard, bit her lip, and pretended to be strong and tried to stand up on her own.

But just when he was halfway up, his body tilted again and he was about to fall down again.

Jun Zechen was quick-witted and quickly reached out to hold her slender waist, then lifted her up horizontally.

"Are you a waste?"

Jun Zechen's face was terribly gloomy. The moment he was pushed away had already made him feel a little dissatisfied.

Decades of imperial career made him intolerant of any resistance, let alone his own woman.

At this moment, there is no mercy in speaking.

Su Jingyao stared at him blankly, her tearful eyes full of astonishment, as if she had never expected that he would scold her so mercilessly.

Suddenly, the tears that had been held back in her eyes suddenly flowed down like beads from a broken string. She cried like a pear blossom in the rain, sobbing and feeling very sad.

"Why are you so fierce?"

"It's fine if you don't like me. I won't bother you and your sister anymore, woo woo."

She spoke while crying, her voice choked and her shoulders shaking.

Seeing her crying so sadly, Jun Zechen felt extremely regretful for a moment, regretting the hurtful words he had just blurted out.

Why bother with these things with a fifteen-year-old girl?

Then, Jun Zechen held her and sat on the beauty couch.

Su Jingyao seemed to be afraid of him. She struggled to get away from him, huddled on the side of the beauty bed, and cried silently. She looked so pitiful.

Jun Zechen sighed helplessly, reached out and put her legs in front of him, and gently kneaded her calves.

Su Jingyao subconsciously wanted to break free, but when Jun Zechen looked at her coldly with an expressionless face, she dared not move anymore.

"Don't cry. You are the one who played tricks today. I just spoke in a harsh tone. Are you so wronged?"

Jun Zechen's tone softened a little.

He had become much more patient with her.

If other women in his harem had done this in his previous life, he would have walked away long ago, abandoning them and never seeing them again.

And there was no other woman as bold as her in his harem.

"I'm just afraid that my husband doesn't like me."

Su Jingyao said while sobbing, her voice still containing a strong nasal tone.

"If you're afraid I won't like you, don't make these obvious calculations."

Jun Zechen's eyes remained serious.

Su Jingyao seemed unconvinced and glared at him with red eyes, "How can it be so obvious? I don't know that my husband is too smart."

These obvious calculations are only for you to see. How can calculations that only you know not be considered a success?

Jun Zechen couldn't help but chuckle when he heard it.

"You are quite clever, but I also want to tell you that I don't like being schemed against by women."

If you want to use him as a raft, you should at least get his consent.

"understood."

Su Jingyao muttered softly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Is your foot okay?"

Jun Zechen tilted his head slightly and asked in a calm tone.

Su Jingyao nodded in response. Her foot was fine, so she took it off his leg.

"Then let's go back to the East Palace."

Jun Zechen stood up straight and took a few steps forward, but there was still no movement behind him.

He turned to look at her with some confusion.

Su Jingyao raised her eyes carefully and said, "I want my husband to hug me."

Jun Zechen raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes were as deep as a pool, and his gaze was so sharp that it made people's backs chill.

Su Jingyao trembled with fear.

"If I go out by myself, Anshun and the others will know that I am pretending, and then my sister will also know..."

Su Jingyao seemed very scared and twisted the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands.

"Husband, help me."

She pleaded with pitiful eyes.

Jun Zechen stared at her for a moment, as if he wanted to see through her.

After a long time, he walked to the beauty's bed, bent down and picked her up.

Although Ling Yue is not smart enough, after all, she might be the Ling Yue who has lived in the harem for decades. It is better not to give Ling Yue the opportunity to frame her.

Ling Yue is close to the Queen Mother now. If she tries to flatter Su Jingyao in front of her Queen Mother, she will be unable to defend herself.

Wouldn't her immature skills be exposed instantly in front of her mother?

Su Jingyao immediately smiled happily, put her arms around his neck, and said in a tender voice: "Thank you, husband, you are so kind."

After saying that, she rubbed Jun Zechen's neck coquettishly, like a docile kitten.

Jun Zechen couldn't stand her intimacy, and frowned, but didn't say anything.

When Anshun saw His Highness coming out with the concubine in his arms affectionately, he was shocked and sighed again that the structure of the Eastern Palace might have to change, as the concubine was really favored by His Highness.

After Jun Zechen carried her into the carriage, he put her aside and sat in the middle, closing his eyes and resting, as if she didn't exist.

Su Jingyao sat down next to him, her movements so gentle that they made almost no sound.

Jun Zechen's eyebrows jumped, but he did not open his eyes. He said coldly: "Sit back."

This woman always exudes a faint fragrance, and every time he gets close to her, he wants to get closer to her. Since he is going to be an emperor, he naturally cannot be disturbed by women.

You should not expose any of your desires to others, because desire also means weakness, and if you have weakness, others will take advantage of you.

Especially this woman, who would take advantage of the slightest opportunity to test his bottom line.

Su Jingyao stared at him with her lips pursed.

An old man who doesn't understand romance.

"Your Highness~ Will you come to Shui Ning Palace tonight?"

Su Jingyao's voice was deliberately more coquettish, thin and soft. Although her voice was usually soft and delicate, when she pinched her voice deliberately, it sounded like a hook, stirring people's hearts.

Jun Zechen's heart trembled, he slowly opened his eyes, and looked at her calmly.

"I will stay in Yude Hall tonight."

I have been pampering her for three consecutive days, so I'd better not spoil her.