After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

The Queen Mother's kind gaze lingered on Xie Mishuang for a moment before turning to Ouyang Jing: "I am tired, you all may leave."

Ouyang Jing bowed in response, then gave Xie Mishuang a look, indicating that she should follow.

The two walked out of Ciren Palace one after the other. The palace road was silent, with only the occasional bird calls breaking the silence.

The palace maids and eunuchs passing by stopped and looked at the two of them.

"Look, the emperor and that imperial concubine are coming out together!" A little palace maid lowered her voice, her face full of gossip.

"That's right! It seems the Emperor has finally gotten over his previous relationship," another eunuch echoed, a hint of relief in his tone, "Will his temper become less violent now?"

"Who knows? The women in the harem are just toys for the emperor to entertain himself. After the novelty wears off, everything will be the same, right?" An older nanny snorted coldly, her eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

These whispers reached Feng Zihan's ears, and she paused, frowning slightly.

"You have a new love so soon?" She murmured to herself, a self-deprecating smile on her lips. "Never mind. It has nothing to do with me now. I just want to enjoy the luxury in this harem. I've lost interest in competing for men."

She flicked her sleeves and left without looking back.

In Yilan Palace, Ouyang Jing dismissed all the palace servants.

The servants all thought that the emperor wanted to have a relationship talk with Concubine Shu, and they all quickly retreated with ambiguous smiles on their faces.

Qinghe and Aya looked at each other with some worry.

Outside the door, Ying was dressed in black, standing guard with an expressionless face, but his eyes were always staring vigilantly at the hall.

"I take care of you in front of my mother because of her face. Don't think too much about it." Ouyang Jing's tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

Xie Mishuang lowered her eyes and said respectfully, "I understand."

"I'll stay here with you for a while, please do as you please." After Ouyang Jing said this, he walked to a chair beside him, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Xie Mishuang secretly raised her eyes and looked at his familiar sleeping face, feeling mixed emotions.

How long has it been since I saw him so quiet?

"Have you seen enough?" Ouyang Jing suddenly spoke with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Xie Mishuang quickly lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly: "It is your majesty's fault for being rude. I hope the emperor will forgive me."

Ouyang Jing suddenly opened his eyes, "How did you know her? She's the one you mentioned as your junior sister."

She was slightly stunned. Lies are like snowballs. Once you tell one, you'll have to rely on countless more to cover it up. There was a moment of silence, and the air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Ouyang Jing narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Why don't you tell me? Are you lying to me?"

"I dare not!" Xie Mishuang spoke quickly, her tone slightly flustered. "My junior sister and I have known each other since childhood. In fact, I have another relationship with my junior sister. She is also my cousin. My last name is Chi. Your Majesty should know that the Chi family is my junior sister's maternal grandfather's family."

Ouyang Jing seemed to have thought of something, and his brows knitted slightly. "Then why don't you call her cousin?"

"We have been calling each other like this since we were young, so we are used to it." Xie Mishuang lowered his eyes to hide the ripples in his eyes.

The hall fell silent again, with only the sound of gentle breathing. After a long moment, Ouyang Jing spoke again, his tone inquiring. "You smell like her. Are you familiar with her?"

Xie Mishuang nodded gently, "I guess so."

"Then tell me about her childhood."

Xie Mishuang hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, "Your Majesty, I have forgotten everything."

Ouyang Jing's eyes flashed with doubt, "Are you really called Chi Chunchun?"

Xie Mishuang was stunned for a moment, then nodded obediently.

Ouyang Jing did not continue to ask questions and closed his eyes again, as if the question he had just asked was just a whim.

Xie Mishuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly settled down.

She carefully observed Ouyang Jing's expression, fearing that he would suddenly ask another question.

The hall was silent, with only the occasional bird song outside the window breaking the silence.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun set and the sky darkened.

Qinghe and Aya were waiting anxiously outside the hall, peeking inside through the crack in the door from time to time.

"Your Majesty," Xie Mishuang said softly, breaking the silence in the palace, "It's getting late, you should go back."

Ouyang Jing slowly opened his eyes, a trace of fatigue in his eyes, "Yeah."

He stood up, straightened his robe, and walked straight out of the hall.

Xie Mishuang hurriedly caught up, walking closely behind him.

"How about His Majesty, stay and have dinner together?" She regretted it as soon as she said it.

Ouyang Jing paused, looked back at her, and said lightly: "Okay."

Xie Mishuang: "..."

She slapped her mouth silently. It was all her fault for being too talkative!

Ouyang Jing pretended not to notice her little action. Staying for dinner seemed to make him feel more comforted.

Aya looked at Xie Mishuang worriedly, Miss, you are playing with fire!

Soon, a sumptuous dinner filled the table.

Crystal pork elbow, sweet and sour fish, steamed crab, lotus seed chicken slices... these are all Xie Mishuang's favorite dishes.

Ouyang Jing looked at the table full of dishes, his brows slightly furrowed. "Do you like to eat these too?"

Xie Mishuang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "My junior sister and I have somewhat similar eating habits. It's rare that the emperor still remembers what my junior sister likes to eat."

Ouyang Jing's eyes were deep and his tone was low: "I remember everything about her."

Xie Mishuang's heart skipped a beat. These words made her feel inexplicably uneasy.

But she quickly concealed her emotions, picked up a piece of chicken slices in lotus sauce and put it in Ouyang Jing's bowl, saying in a light tone: "Your Majesty, please try this, it tastes very good."

Li Dequan, the chief eunuch beside Ouyang Jing, wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Ouyang Jing with a look.

Ouyang Jing picked up the chicken slices, took a bite, and said lightly: "The taste is just average."

Xie Mishuang took a piece and put it in his mouth, puzzled. "It tastes good, doesn't it?"

Li Dequan observed his expression and spoke cautiously, "Ever since the former Crown Princess... left, the Emperor has been drowning his sorrows in alcohol all day, and he's even lost his sense of taste."

Ouyang Jing glanced at him coldly, and Li Dequan immediately fell silent, lowered his head and stepped aside.

Xie Mishuang glanced at Ouyang Jing. Why was he so depressed?

"Your Majesty!" Xie Mishuang suddenly grabbed Ouyang Jing's wrist and probed his pulse with her slender fingertips.

The pulse under the fingers is weak and disordered.

I drink all day to drown my sorrows, and my health is really not as good as before.

Ouyang Jing wanted to shake her off, but he was stunned the moment he touched her fingertips.

This familiar touch, this concerned look... it was just like the way Xie Jieshuang felt his pulse in his memory.

Ouyang Jing stared at Xie Mishuang with burning eyes, Shuang'er..., where are you...