The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yes, actions matter, but so do words.

For this reason, Ye Xiaohan coughed lightly, and then told his memories of the latest letter from Yun Mujiu. He wanted to tell Mujiu his feelings, so that Mujiu would understand.

Yun Mujiu felt warm in her heart after hearing Ye Xiaohan's words. Ye Xiaohan had always been very generous to her.

She teased, "The prince is really generous. He used all the red sandalwood stored in the palace to plant my crops."

The term "farming" is too down-to-earth, but Yun Mujiu grows medicinal herbs in the greenhouse, and "planting herbs" and "farming" are similar terms.

Ye Xiaohan rubbed Yun Mujiu's hair, "So what if it's rosewood? When the rosewood in the palace is used up, I will find more precious wood for you to build a greenhouse, or any other house, play set, furniture, etc. that Mu Mu wants."

Yun Mujiu was stunned for a moment, then remembered that the swing she often sat on was a plaything designed by Ye Xiaohan himself.

Ye Xiaohan said calmly, "Don't mention something as vulgar as rosewood. There are many things in the storehouse of the Ye Palace, and they are all for Mu Mu to use at her will. Mu Mu is the mistress of the Ye Palace, you can do whatever you want."

"Also," Ye Xiaohan's big hand stopped on the top of Yun Mujiu's hair and moved down, gently touching Yun Mujiu's smooth little face.

"This king is also yours. Mu Mu can do whatever he wants..."

"What do I want..." Yun Mujiu felt as if struck by lightning, and a burning electric current came across his face.

Ye Xiaohan has changed!

In the past two days, Yun Mujiu really felt that Ye Xiaohan had changed more and more. It was as if he had returned from a trip outside and was in a study state. His mouth was becoming more and more seductive.

Occasionally, the words that seemed to be spoken carelessly could hook her heart. If judged according to the modern world, Ye Xiaohan might be a scumbag who knows women's hearts well!

Well, it’s not nice to say that about Ye Xiaohan. We should say that Ye Xiaohan is a very good, caring and warm man!

Yun Mujiu almost bit his tongue and nodded eagerly. "Okay, Your Majesty. You are mine."

Then he added blankly: "Then I am yours too."

Ye Xiaohan curled his lips and pinched Yun Mujiu's soft and smooth face. A glance over showed that the part he pinched had turned red, and even had a hint of green.

Ye Xiaohan's eyebrows slightly twisted, a trace of panic flashed across his eyes, but he soon calmed down. His big hands moved slowly, and he used his fingertips to gently massage the blue and red spots on Yun Mujiu's face.

Ahem… He didn’t even use much force, so how come he left a mark on her face so easily?

It seems that Mu Mu is still too young...

Yun Mujiu didn't know what Ye Xiaohan was thinking. She was just thinking about what Ye Xiaohan said about him belonging to her. No one had ever said such words to her. Now someone told her that there was someone who truly belonged to her. This feeling was like finding the other half of a soul that matched her, and that soul was also a part of her body...

She had always been alone, but when she came to this new world, someone actually said to her, "He belongs to her."

This feeling is really strange.

Yun Mujiu was daydreaming and didn't feel the slight pain in her cheek. Her cheek, which had been numb due to her shyness, was now turning redder.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiaohan saw that both sides of Yun Mujiu's cheeks were extremely red, and the part of the right cheek that he pinched was even more obviously flushed.

He coughed lightly and gently touched Yun Mujiu's right cheek.

"Mumu, your face seems to be a little hurt."

"Injured?" Yun Mujiu came back to his senses and began to feel himself. "No wounds, but I do feel a little sore. It might be that I accidentally bumped into it when I was playing with the prince just now. It's okay, it's nothing."

Yun Mujiu's tone was somewhat distressed, "Maybe the skin of my body is too thin. The slightest movement will easily leave some marks on my body."

In her previous life, when she was in her teens, her skin was also very smooth and delicate. During intense training, her skin would easily become bruised. Later, she continued to train, and her skin condition improved. In layman's terms, her skin became thicker, and even if she hit herself, it was not easy to see any scars.

When Ye Xiaohan heard Yun Mujiu's continued speculation, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across his face, but he was too embarrassed to say that Yun Mujiu's scars were actually caused by him.

He suddenly thought of something, was startled, and looked over again.

There was an abnormal red color on Yun Mujiu's wrist. It seemed that he had pinched Yun Mujiu's thin wrist too hard when they were playing.

He couldn't help but say, "I seem to have used too much force. I pulled you up and held you down. Did I hurt you?"

Yun Mujiu shook his head: "Your Highness, I'm not that fragile." Then he said: "No matter how fragile I am, I won't be hurt that easily. I can't control the marks on my skin, but as long as I know that they are just marks on the skin and there is no damage under the skin, isn't it good enough?"

The skin is just something on the surface, it won't hurt the bones or flesh. What's more, it's just a small collision, so there's no problem at all.

To be honest, Yun Mujiu's physical fitness is good, especially since she always trains herself hard. However, she has never practiced martial arts before, so her body is weak, and her natural skeleton cannot be changed. For example, her wrists are thin, and she can't train to be as strong as those big men who are born strong in a short time. Therefore, outsiders who don't know her will easily look down on her and think that she is just a weak girl.

But don't be fooled by her thinness and small frame, she is actually very strong.

Ye Xiaohan did not completely accept Yun Mujiu's words that it was okay. He held Yun Mujiu's wrist and asked, "Does it still hurt here?"

Yun Mujiu smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt even if you pinch me hard. It's just that if someone pinches me hard, it might leave some marks on my skin. In fact, it doesn't hurt at all, it doesn't hurt or itch."

Ye Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes turned and fell on Yun Mujiu's thighs. He remembered that he had clamped Yun Mujiu's thighs very hard not long ago to restrain her, in order to prevent Yun Mujiu from bullying him again.

Yun Mujiu followed Ye Xiaohan's scrutinizing gaze and saw that her tencel pajamas had been rolled up to four-quarter length at some point. To Ye Xiaohan, it looked like she was just wearing a pair of underwear.

In the eyes of the ancients, it might be a little too revealing.

Yun Mujiu was quick to grab the quilt and cover himself with it.

Ye Xiaohan thought Yun Mujiu was just being stubborn and quickly pulled the corner of Yun Mujiu's quilt.

"Let this king see it."

Yun Mujiu widened his eyes and looked at Ye Xiaohan in disbelief.

When did Ye Xiaohan become so eager? He actually asked to see her legs?

Your Highness the Night King, where is your cold personality?

Where is your gentlemanly demeanor?