Dressed as a super rare female, being chased and pampered by the big guys

In the afternoon, the sunlight shines through the hollow carvings on the windows, casting patches of mottled gold on the ground, and also coating Nian Tu, who is leaning on the soft couch, with a layer of soft halo.

Tan Konglin stepped into the bedroom, and when he saw the person on the couch, his brows relaxed.

He exempted himself from the palace maids' formalities, walked over quickly, hugged Nian Tu from behind, buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance, his eyes fell on her hands, "Niannian, are you painting your nails?"

Her skin was as delicate and white as mutton-fat jade, and her fingertips were lightly pink. She looked beautiful without any additional decoration.

Tan Konglin particularly likes to transform into a beast and let these hands stroke him from head to toe.

Nian Nian didn't usually spend time dressing up, so this was the first time he saw her dyeing her nails. He was so curious that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

The palace maids mashed the Impatiens balsamina into juice, cut the silk cotton into small pieces and soaked them in the juice, then carefully stuck them on Nian Tu's nails and tied them with ropes.

After watching carefully for a while, Tan Konglin rolled up his sleeves and dismissed the palace servants, "I'll do it."

He sat down right next to Nian Tu, squeezing her in one chair, which made Nian Tu glare at him angrily, but in the end she sat on his lap as he wished.

Seeing this, the bystanders all tactfully left the hall.

When Her Majesty is with His Majesty, Her Majesty never needs their service, nor does she like them to disturb her.

His Majesty the Emperor is now very good at serving others. He is so skilled that it seems as if he had done it every day in his previous life and has not forgotten it completely in this life.

He reached out and held Nian Tu's soft hand, his movements gentle and steady.

Feeling the cool touch on her fingertips, Nian Tu tilted her head slightly, staring at the male's serious yet gentle profile, and suddenly said, "I heard that you had a big temper during the morning court today?"

"A counselor advised you to select a concubine, and you put him in jail?"

"Who is gossiping in front of you?" Tan Konglin frowned heavily.

Just as he was getting angry, Nian Tu gently rubbed his earlobe with his nose, and he suddenly became like a deflated ball, unable to get angry anymore.

"...It's those idiots who are looking for trouble." He added a bit of grievance in his tone, burying his face in Nian Tu's shoulder and rubbing it gently. "I ignored the memorials submitted before, but I didn't expect them to be so persistent and dare to bring it up at the morning court."

Even the common people in the mountains and fields knew about his feelings for Nian Nian, so how could the officials in the court not know? Knowing that it would anger him, they still dared to come out and persuade him to take a concubine. There must be someone behind the scenes, either by coercion or bribery.

In short, he first put the censor who was pushed out for use into jail. Sooner or later he would find a chance to catch the people behind the scenes and see what these guys were going to do.

"What he said is all nonsense." His Majesty the Emperor changed into a beast, crawled out of the collar of the dragon robe, and crawled into Nian Tu's arms, his blue eyes looking at her eagerly, "I won't listen to him, and you shouldn't listen to him either."

Niannian's health had been severely damaged in her early years. After three years of treatment, she had become much healthier, but the imperial doctors said that she was indeed infertile.

So what if I can’t have children?

All he wants is to be by his side year after year, nothing else.

Nian Tu had his nails painted so it was inconvenient for him to pet the cat, so he lowered his head and sucked on his furry head, saying with a smile, "But you really have a throne to inherit, and I can't give birth to a child..."

"It would be fine if the royal family adopted one," the little white cat interrupted her with an anxious meow, rolling around in her arms, "I don't like children."

A child who did not yet exist could not arouse any emotion in him. He could only think of the difficulty of a woman bearing a child, and perhaps the danger to her life.

Not being able to have children every year is actually a good thing.

"You don't like children?" Nian Tu narrowed his eyes and looked at the little white cat with a strange expression, "Really?"

Looking at the way he dotes on Sidan, it doesn't seem like he doesn't like children.

The little white cat blinked.

If it was Nian Nian and his child, he would probably like it because he loves the child as well as the whole family. As long as the child is born smoothly, Nian Nian will not suffer too much.

But if I can't have children every year, then that assumption doesn't hold true. As for other people's children...

The little white cat's face turned pale for a moment, and he said firmly, "I don't like it."

"...Oh," Nian Tu smiled meaningfully, "I'll remember that."

"If you make me unhappy in the future, I will tell on the kids."

Sidan is a complete little devil, and he will not show mercy when bullying his own father. His Majesty the Emperor is full of scheming, but he is helpless against his own cubs.

Nian Tu could already imagine the scene of two identical snow-white kittens fighting into a fluffy ball, and he almost had a nosebleed from cuteness.

The little white cat curled up in her arms suddenly felt a chill on its back and shook its fur.

He stood up straight with his chest puffed out, looked around to check if there were any leaks from the windows, and reached out his paw to touch the back of Nian Tu's hand, which felt a little cold, so he covered it with his hot belly.

"I won't make you angry, Nian Nian," he promised earnestly.

As for having children with others, that is even more impossible, so there is no opportunity to tell the truth every year.

Their eyes met, and the kitten's pure and innocent eyes hit Nian Tu's chest.

Her hands felt warm, but her conscience ached a little.

"It's about time, it seems we can open it," Nian Tu coughed lightly, moved his fingertips, and changed the subject.

The reason why she suddenly wanted to dye her nails was because Gray Wolf went to the palace today and brought her a bunch of double-petaled Impatiens newly cultivated in the flower room of the Duke's Mansion. The flowers were in full bloom.

The palace maids had never seen such a good color. They praised it again and again and wondered how beautiful it would be to dye nails with it. There were so many murmurs that it aroused Nian Tu's curiosity.

She unravelled the silk cotton, washed off the remaining juice with clean water, spread out her slender fingers, and looked up at the light to admire it.

As far as I can remember, if you are not careful when dyeing your nails with Impatiens, it is easy to dye the nail crevices red as well, which is not beautiful and may even be a bit scary.

But Tan Konglin's hands were surprisingly steady, and she didn't get any stains on her skin at all.

"It seems pretty good." She moved her fingers lightly and waved them in front of Tan Konglin, "Does it make you look fairer?"

In the sunlight, her ten fingers are still as white as cream, except for a touch of rich scarlet on the fingertips, which creates layers of peach rouge color.

The little white cat stared with wide eyes.

After a long time without any response, Nian Tu's eyes suddenly blurred and he was shocked to see that he had turned back into human form.

In broad daylight, the visual impact was too strong, and even the old couple couldn't stand it. She looked away awkwardly, "Put on your clothes."

The tall masculine figure came over and grabbed her wrist without saying a word. He held her hand in his palm, stroking it gently, then bent down to kiss it, from the back of her hand all the way to her fingertips.

"Nian Nian," he hunched his back and lowered his head, holding her hand and placing it on top of his head.

Nian Tu subconsciously stroked his head a few times, and was then drawn to touch his face.

Then there is the Adam's apple.