Wearing a book, hooking him up

Su Jingyao struggled to break free from the man's arms, like a light butterfly falling from him.

Her body was slightly unstable, and she staggered as she walked towards the bedroom step by step.

Jun Zechen stared at her back with his deep eyes. He took a few steps forward, stretched out his broad arms, and easily picked her up.

"Let go, I want to get down, I don't want you to hold me!"

Su Jingyao's small hands kept pushing him, and her slender legs kept kicking randomly, as if venting her dissatisfaction.

Jun Zechen's big hands held her tightly as hard as iron.

"Yaoyao, be good. I was wrong today and made Yaoyao sad."

After Jun Zechen entered the bedroom, he put the person on the bed, and then ordered someone to bring in the hangover soup.

Su Jingyao sat on the bed angrily, hugging her knees tightly with her arms, glaring at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes.

Jun Zechen looked at her like this and sighed softly.

Not only was there no anger in my heart, but I felt more pity.

He held her on his lap and coaxed her tirelessly, his deep voice ringing in Su Jingyao's ears all the time.

But she remained silent.

Although she was acting today, she did drink a lot of wine and her head was a little dizzy at the moment.

After being in the role for a long time, it seems like I am really angry.

Miaoyun brought the sobering soup over. After Jun Zechen took it, he whispered in her ear and coaxed her to drink it.

"I don't drink."

Seeing that he insisted on making her drink the soup that smelled disgusting, Su Jingyao began to twist and struggle on his body again.

She won't drink it.

Jun Zechen knew that she was a little drunk, and there was nothing he could do about her making such a fuss.

"Be good and drink the hangover soup. Yaoyao, do you want to have a headache when you wake up tomorrow?"

Su Jingyao was very annoyed by him. The hangover soup in the harem was made of ginger, licorice and sandalwood powder, and the taste was really not that good.

"It tastes bad, I don't want to drink it."

She swung her hand violently and knocked over the bowl that the man was holding to her mouth.

The bowl rolled off the footstool beside the bed and rolled to the ground, and the water in the bowl spilled onto the soft carpet.

Su Jingyao and Jun Zechen seemed to be stunned for a moment by this sudden situation.

Su Jingyao was a little confused.

Jun Zechen stared at her with his inky black eyes. No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous to him.

Su Jingyao's heart suddenly became panic-stricken, and this commotion sobered her up a lot.

Miaoyun, who was standing by, shook violently the moment the medicine bowl fell to the ground, and then knelt down at an extremely fast speed.

With his head lowered, he wanted to curl himself up into a ball to minimize his presence.

His Majesty will not show mercy to her, even if he treats his own master in any way.

At this time, it is better to reduce your presence.

Su Jingyao gently blinked her thick eyelashes. She felt the pain on her waist caused by the man's pinching.

The expression on his face suddenly became extremely aggrieved, and he looked like a wounded deer.

Jun Zechen looked at her quietly for a long time, without much anger in his heart.

He is the emperor, could he really want to argue with a drunk girl?

Then, he said slowly, "Miaoyun, bring another bowl of hangover soup."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Miaoyun responded quickly, then quickly retreated.

When Miaoyun brought the sobering soup again, Jun Zechen took it with a hint of compulsion in his voice.

"Yaoyao, do you want to drink it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"

After Su Jingyao regained some consciousness, she silently took the bowl of medicine from his hand.

She frowned her small face tightly and drank the sobering soup in the bowl as if she was going to die.

After drinking it, she handed the bowl of medicine to Miaoyun.

Jun Zechen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her drink the sobering soup obediently.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to have something to eat? You usually like to eat flower cakes. I will ask someone to make it for you right away."

Su Jingyao shook her head gently, "I am sleepy."

After saying that, Su Jingyao slowly got down from his legs, curled up in the quilt, turned her back to him, and covered herself tightly.

Jun Zechen called Fuquan in to help him wash up, then he gently lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down.

Then, he reached out and brought her into his arms, hugging her from behind.

"are you asleep?"

Jun Zechen's voice was low and gentle. Although he asked so softly, he knew in his heart that she was not asleep.

Su Jingyao was indeed not asleep. She opened her eyes brightly, and after hearing his question, she shook her head gently but did not speak.

"It's my fault. I made Yaoyao sad today."

He didn't know how many times he had said "he's not good" tonight, but other than that he didn't know how to comfort her.

Su Jingyao was not shaken by his words, but closed her eyes.

Jun Zechen looked at her like this and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He broke his promise to her because of Ling Yue.

Although he had promised Ling Yue not to touch other women before, his mood at that time was simply because he extremely hated the pretentious women in the capital.

He simply doesn't like to meet people he doesn't like.

Later, he felt that women were just tools for him to continue the royal bloodline, so there was nothing wrong with favoring them.

For him, no matter how many women he has, he doesn't care whether they are jealous or envious.

But her sad look just now made him not want to mention any other woman in front of her, including Ling Yue.

She will be unhappy.

Jun Zechen sniffed her hair and fell into deep thought.

For the first time, he was so confused, not knowing how to explain or how to coax her.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the candle in the bedroom had burned halfway.

Jun Zechen was still hugging her tightly from behind, and they were obviously so close to each other at the moment.

But he felt that the distance between them was extremely far, as if there was a cold barrier between them.

He knew that she had not fallen asleep yet, the light and shadow on the wall clearly showed that her eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

It was almost the end of midnight, and in the extremely silent bedroom, Jun Zechen's low voice slowly sounded.

"Yaoyao still can't sleep?"

"Is it almost midnight?" Su Jingyao's voice sounded calm and distant.

"Ah."

Jun Zechen responded softly, feeling a little surprised. He didn't expect her to speak.

Not angry anymore?

Su Jingyao slowly turned around and looked straight at Jun Zechen with eyes as calm as water.

"My birthday has passed. Your Majesty, please go to Yikun Palace. Your Majesty does not need to force yourself to accompany me."

Su Jingyao spoke expressionlessly, her tone unusually calm.

After hearing her words, Jun Zechen's expression instantly turned cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

His voice was extremely cold, with a chill like ice chips, which seemed to be able to freeze people in an instant.

"I have always known that Your Majesty and the Imperial Concubine are in perfect harmony. Yesterday was my birthday. I expected to have Your Majesty with me yesterday. It was my wishful thinking. I know I was wrong."

"Your Majesty does not have to come to Zhaochun Palace just because of your promise to me."

Su Jingyao's voice remained calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Since your majesty has come, I do not want you to be a person who does not keep your word. Now that my birthday is over, your majesty should return to Yikun Palace."

"I don't want Your Majesty to go against my will because of me."

She paused, then continued, "I will not have any expectations in the future. I overstepped my bounds yesterday. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

After saying that, Su Jingyao got up from the bed gently.

Jun Zechen frowned, her words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into his heart.

It made him extremely heartbroken and angry.

Is that what she thinks of him?!

He was thinking about her all the time in Yikun Palace and couldn't wait to come to Zhaochun Palace to accompany her, not because of any so-called promise!

And what does it mean that she no longer has any expectations?

Jun Zechen was overwhelmed by her words, and his chest even began to heave violently.

His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the air pressure around him was frighteningly low.

Su Jingyao took a coat from the hanger and slowly put it on. Then she leaned over slightly and performed a standard salute.

"Your Majesty, if you feel it is too late tonight and do not want to disturb the Imperial Concubine's rest by going to the Yikun Palace, then the bedroom will be left to you."

"I am in a bad mood today. I am afraid that I might offend you by mistake, so I will go to the side hall to sleep. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, she didn't wait for Jun Zechen to reply, and completely ignored his face which was getting darker and darker like the bottom of a pot.

Turned around and walked outside.

Jun Zechen's eyes instantly became extremely cold, like two rays of cold light, and he shouted coldly: "Come back! Did I ask you to leave?"

When Su Jingyao heard his words, she had to stop. After all, this man was the emperor.

Does anyone dare to disobey his orders?

Su Jingyao crossed her hands tightly in front of her body and clenched them so tightly that the joints turned white.

But she never looked back, and the two of them just stood there in a stalemate, with a tense atmosphere in the air.

Jun Zechen strode down from the bed with a gloomy face, and every step he took carried an imposing aura.

He walked quickly to her, then picked her up without saying anything, his movements a little roughly.

"Let me go!"

She couldn't resist Jun Zechen's strength, so he threw her back onto the soft bed.

He stood beside the bed, looking down at her coldly in a condescending manner, his eyes full of majesty and indifference.

"Yes, I was wrong today, but the imperial concubine was poisoned. I am indeed very worried about her. I am also afraid that someone in the harem is trying to murder her."

"I am afraid that the imperial concubine will be framed like the previous times and will be unable to fight back, so I am anxious to find out the truth today, which is why I did not accompany you out of the palace."

"It is indeed because of the Imperial Concubine that I am late tonight."

He paused, then continued, "She is my first wife, and you are my favorite. I never want to make either of you sad."

Originally, as an emperor, he didn't want to say these words, but even if he didn't say it, this is what this woman thought of him?

"Like? Your Majesty doesn't like me at all!"

Su Jingyao's voice suddenly became tearful and trembling, as if it contained endless grievances.

Jun Zechen has thoroughly experienced all kinds of "heartache" today.

When he first entered Zhaochun Palace, he saw her drinking alone and listened to her silent complaints. He knew that it was because of him that she couldn't sleep all night.

He felt as if his heart was being gnawed by millions of ants and he could hardly control himself.

After that, she treated him coldly, and he could only suppress his sadness and coax her patiently.

At this moment, she actually denied him and his love so confidently, which made him so angry and distressed that he almost suffocated.

"Haven't I been good enough to you? After I ascended the throne, I bestowed upon you a title, and named you Shufei. You are almost on par with Guifei."

"Your Zhaochun Palace was carefully prepared by me at the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The silk, brocade, and jewelry you like are all of the best. When I think of these things in the palace, you are the first one I think of."

This woman had a greater influence on him than Ling Yue, and he spent more time and effort on her than on anyone else.

She had been pampered since childhood and lived a very refined life. The items he sent to her were either tributes or treasures presented by various cities.

But she actually said that he didn't like her.

"It was your birthday yesterday. I carefully considered and selected something from the warehouse that you would like."

"But I don't like it!"

"The things Your Majesty sent are already within Your Majesty's reach. Like me, Your Majesty has been accustomed to treasures since childhood. Even if the things Your Majesty gave me are exquisite and gorgeous, they do not surprise or delight me."

Jun Zechen had a tense face. This was the first time that someone had so blatantly disdained his reward.

His deep eyes were staring at her like a cold pond.

Su Jingyao also looked at him without fear.

Then she lowered her head, not wanting to continue discussing the gift issue, and asked softly.

"Your Majesty, do you know why I haven't slept yet?"

Jun Zechen pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I have been waiting for your Majesty's birthday wishes..."

Jun Zechen's pupils suddenly contracted.

She was so sad just now, and he was only thinking about how to comfort her, so much so that he even forgot to tell her happy birthday.

The crystal tears in Su Jingyao's eyes fell onto the quilt drop by drop like beads that had broken off the string.

When Jun Zechen saw her crying, his heart suddenly tightened and he bent down in panic.

His slender fingers gently wiped away the tears that were hanging on her face like pearls.

His eyes were full of pity, and he said softly: "It's my fault, Yaoyao tell me, whatever you want, I will satisfy you."

Su Jingyao's long eyelashes, which were filled with tears, trembled slightly.

She wants to be the queen, will he give it to her?

But she would not ask for the position of queen voluntarily. She wanted him to offer it to her willingly.

She pursed her lips and asked softly, "Anything is OK?"

Hearing her say this, Jun Zechen felt a little relieved.

As long as she wants it, he will give it to her. Stop being so angry and just be sad.

He nodded, "Well, whatever Yaoyao wants, I can give it to her."

Su Jingyao stared at him steadily, her eyes firm.

"If Your Majesty has not come to find you, Your Majesty is not allowed to sleep in the bed of Zhaochun Palace."

Jun Zechen looked helpless, but the look in her eyes made it impossible for him to refuse.

I could only nod and say, "Okay."

Su Jingyao calmed down.

"I like butterfly carp. I heard that this fish is all white, and its fins are as graceful and agile as butterfly wings, long and numerous. Its scales will appear colorful in the sun, which is very beautiful."

"I have seen it in the "Record of Strange Beasts" in my father's study. I want to keep it in the palace. Your Majesty, how about finding it for me?"

When Su Jingyao first accidentally saw the introduction of butterfly carp in the book, her heart was filled with curiosity.

We once spent a lot of money to have people look for it, but we still couldn't find it.

The reason why she was curious was that butterfly carp is artificially cultivated in modern times and there are no wild butterfly carp at all.

The top-quality butterfly carp is beautiful and noble, and is a kind of ornamental fish with high appearance value.

She really likes it.

Moreover, butterfly carp has extremely high requirements for the ecological environment. Even if it is found, it may not be easy to bring it back to the capital alive.

Since Jun Zechen stood her up on her birthday, how could she not give him a hard time?

Does he think women are so easy to please?

Jun Zechen frowned slightly. He had never heard of the butterfly carp.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as this thing exists, how can he not find it?

His eyes were firm, and he said decisively: "Okay, whatever Yaoyao wants, I will send it to you."

"Then Your Majesty, please return to the Qianqing Palace." Su Jingyao said lightly.

There was no sign of Butterfly Carp now, so naturally she couldn't let him get into her bed.

The tactic of playing hard to get and being ambiguous makes people feel uneasy.

Things that are too easy to get will never be cherished.

Jun Zechen was stunned for a moment. Wasn’t she no longer angry?