In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan rode her iron-hoofed horse towards the king's tent. She glanced at Li Huaijin who was standing beside her. Li Huaijin noticed that she was always secretly looking at him, so he rode his horse closer to her.

With a wicked smile, he said, "Your Highness, what do you mean by staring at me like this?"

Mu Jinan had been keeping the words in her heart for many years. Today, she mustered up her courage. The cold wind could not hide the blush on her cheeks. She frowned slightly:

"You gave me the underwear and clothes back then, yes, don't lie to me"

Li Huaijin touched his ear and lowered his eyes in embarrassment, as if he was standing in a clothing store with a red face. The boy's clear voice gradually became awkward:

"I bought it because I felt that you were at the age of puberty and I was worried that no one would take care of you. I didn't have any evil intentions."

Mu Jinan recalled that when she was adolescence, he was considerate of her emotions and her pitiful dignity. He knew what she lacked the most and never deliberately bullied her.

She is an orphan, and these are treasures to her, keeping her alive.

She also recalled that in the past few days, Li Huaijin was willing to take the initiative to rescue the slaves, and instructed Gu Wenxuan to maintain strict military discipline and protect those women. Only because of proper command did not a single slave or Shiyan Army member suffer any loss.

They have traveled here for ten years and have long been assimilated. How could he, a high and mighty prince, be so considerate of the female slaves?

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Li Huaijin thought she was angry, so the two of them returned to the king's tent.

She looked at the basin of hot water that had been placed on the stove. She sat on the drum stool. Li Huaijin quickly brought the basin of hot water and placed it at her feet, saying softly:

"Foot Soak"

He reached out to take off Mu Jinan's shoes and boots. Mu Jinan stood up in fear and said anxiously:

"what are you doing?"

Li Huaijin sat on a shorter drum stool. He looked up at her little face, which was blue from the cold. He wanted her to soak her feet to feel better, so he smiled and said:

"Your Highness, I will wash your feet for you."

Mu Jinan leaned over to look at him. She took off his mask, put it aside, and murmured:

"This is so embarrassing, I'm not used to it, I'll do it myself"

Li Huaijin sat on the drum stool, and without moving his outstretched hand, he continued to help her take off her shoes and boots:

“You’ll get used to it slowly.”

He held her ankles with his long, cold white fingers, feeling that her feet were freezing cold and wanted to warm them up.

Mu Jinan's heart skipped a beat and she immediately put her feet into the basin. Was he crazy? He didn't even mind her feet, which had been wearing shoes and boots for a whole day.

Li Huaijin looked at her flustered look, brought another basin of hot water, sat beside her, and soaked his feet himself. He was a little confused:

"Why won't you let me touch you?"

Mu Jinan was a little embarrassed. She had not yet gotten used to living with a man like this. She flipped through the notebook next to her and stammered:

"We are not familiar with each other to this extent yet."

Seeing that she was indecisive and casually responding, Li Huaijin snatched the notebook from her hand and wanted to say a few more words to her.

He finished what he hadn't said in those years. The boy's eyes sparkled and his voice was so gentle:

"You can bathe me, why can't I wash your feet?"

Mu Jinan waved his hand and played with the jade pendant on his waist. The girl pouted. For some reason, although she was shy and unaccustomed to it, she felt a little happy in her heart. She shook her head:

"That's different, you are injured, you are a patient"

"Women's feet should not be touched easily"

Li Huaijin chuckled, and pressed his large, warm palms on her shoulders to massage her. He slowed down his tone and spoke softly:

"I am your future husband, it is my duty to wash your feet"

Mu Jinan only felt that her shoulders felt much more comfortable. The strength in his hands was just right. She remembered that she had said she was leaving here to get married. She knew that in ancient times, men had three wives and four concubines, not to mention that he was a prince.

She was afraid to speak out, and her words were evasive:

"Huai Jin, if you take a concubine in the future, will you still be so considerate to me?"

Li Huaijin's heart skipped a beat. What did she mean? Why did he want to take a concubine? Before he recovered his memory, when he was an ancient man, he had already told her that he would only love her in this life, would never take a concubine, and would not get close to any other woman.

He slowly shifted his gaze and stared into her eyes, trying to find out what she meant.

"Why do you think I would take a concubine?"

Mu Jinan spoke very quickly without thinking: "Most men are like this, fickle. Here, I am a slave. If you like, you can take me in, but you can't favor me over my wife and make me lose face."

The young man's bright eyes gradually became darker, and his tone was chilling, which made her feel scared:

"Concubine? Why do you think I would like someone else?"

"Or do you want to change your mind?"

Mu Jinan didn't know why he was angry. Isn't this every man's dream?

In the ten years she had been here, she had never seen a wealthy family where a couple lived together for life, or had many wives and concubines, and many children and grandchildren. She could accept that.

"Although we have known each other before, we have been together for less than a year here. I am afraid that you will be so angry for your beloved that you will be cold to me after the passion wears off."

Li Huaijin raised her foot in anger. The boy's dark eyes were blazing with fire as he glared at her fiercely. He felt that she was just imagining things and she didn't trust him at all.

"You are really cultured, comparing yourself to a famous actress. Chen Yuanyuan is a concubine, and you are my wife. I will not surrender."

"As a man, if you marry a wife, you should stay with her for life. If you want to take a concubine, then don't marry a wife."

Mu Jinan was frightened by his aura and dared not speak. She exhaled cautiously. Ever since he was injured, he has always been emotionally unstable and easily angry. She agreed repeatedly:

"You mean you won't take a concubine?"

Seeing that she had no recollection of what he had said in Daming Palace that day, Li Huaijin covered his head:

"My blood pressure is high, don't talk"

Mu Jinan stood up immediately and asked worriedly, "You are so young, how can you have high blood pressure? Do you have a high fever?"

Li Huaijin put on new white cotton socks and began to stutter:

"I think you are trying to piss me off so you can get married again."

Mu Jinan held the jade pendant in her hand and squeezed it tightly. When would she marry again? Seeing that his temper was getting weirder, she didn't want to spoil him all the time:

"I think you are not as good as Shuo Fengyue. At least he will obey."

Li Huaijin raised his eyes and met her gaze. The jealousy and anger in his eyes seemed to engulf her. The young man's voice was a little sharp. He stared into her eyes and asked angrily:

"When you didn't even know who Shuo Fengyue was, did you have feelings for him?"

Mu Jinan was stunned for a moment and turned her head away. Li Huaijin became even more angry when he saw this and held her wrist tightly:

"You have never been attracted to Li Huaijin. The first person you fell in love with was Shuo Fengyue, right?"

Mu Jinan felt a little pain from his grip, so she pulled off the jade pendant from her waist and threw it into his hand. She bit her lips lightly:

"Yes"

Li Huaijin felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, his eyes gradually dimmed, and a huge sense of crisis rose in his heart. What on earth was she thinking? He, the dignified King of Liang, was no match for a dead warrior:

"You still want to perform the Zhougong ceremony with him, right?"

Mu Jinan just felt that he was confused. Shuo Fengyue and Li Huaijin were not the same person? Without any thought, he blurted out:

"Yes"