After traveling through time, she just wanted to eat, drink and have fun

After a long silence, the emperor took a deep breath and said, "I approve."

They are all his sons, and he really can’t bear to let them go.

In Prince Jing's mansion, Prince Jing had been busy all day and finally finished handling all government affairs. He rubbed his brows to relieve his fatigue, then stood up and walked towards the room.

He pushed open the door and saw Zhu Yu sitting at the table with a medicine box on it. Zhu Yu looked up at him, and Prince Jing closed the door and began to unbutton his shirt. The poison in the wound had been cleared, and Zhu Yu could handle the dressing change by himself, so he didn't ask Ai Yun to come over, after all, Ai Yun was also very busy.

Zhu Yu rested her chin on her hand and watched him undress, revealing his strong chest and shoulders. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, and although she tried her best to control it, her heartbeat still accelerated a little.

Prince Jing walked to the other side and sat down, taking off his shirt and putting it aside. He turned his head and looked at Zhu Yu, raising his eyebrows: "A Yu, I'm ready."

Zhu Yu nodded, picked up the herbs and gauze from the medicine box, and walked to his side. She gently uncovered the gauze that had been bandaged before and carefully examined the wound.

The furry little head was so close that Prince Jing could even smell the sweet cake smell on her body. The little girl must have secretly made desserts for him. Looking at her focused and serious expression, Prince Jing couldn't help but feel warm in his heart and couldn't help laughing. He held Zhu Yu's free hand and said softly, "A Yu, it hurts here, can you help me rub it?"

Zhu Yu slowly raised her head, and their eyes met. There was a hint of shyness in her eyes, but it was soon covered by a chuckle. Her soft little hand was placed on Prince Jing's collarbone without hesitation, massaging it lightly and heavily. For a moment, a subtle atmosphere filled the room, and Prince Jing's breathing gradually became rapid.

Zhu Yu quickly withdrew her hand and finished the rest of the bandage work. Just as she was about to turn around to organize the medicine box, she suddenly felt a strong force coming. Her waist was tightly wrapped by a pair of strong hands, and she was easily pulled onto Prince Jing's legs. Zhu Yu tried to struggle, but was afraid of touching Prince Jing's wound, so she could only resist cautiously.

However, her shrinking made Prince Jing even more proud. He used one arm to hold her firmly on his legs, and with the other hand he gently stroked Zhu Yu's hair, saying softly: "A Yu, why don't you help others to the end..."

Zhu Yu, who never suffers a loss, immediately teased, "My Lord, I want to help you, but look at your injuries..."

Isn’t it possible?

Watching her pink little mouth opening and closing, her face full of doubt, Prince Jing's eyes slowly became hot. How could a man say no? It was just a minor injury.

A strong impulse surged in his heart, and his head was filled with a voice: "Kiss her, prove to her that you can do it, you are very good!"

Zhu Yu didn't know about the damn desire to win in the man's heart, and continued to chatter recklessly: "You've been poisoned again, I have to go back to Ai Yun to ask if it will affect the child. If so, do I have to abstain from sex for a year or so... Um..."

Prince Jing shut up the chattering mouth without hesitation.

Soft, really soft, much softer than the words she uttered, as tender as a peeled egg.