After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Ouyang Jing paused writing again. He raised his head, recalling Ah Le's appearance, and frowned slightly. "Is it very similar?"

"At least 70% to 80% similar." Eunuch Yu answered affirmatively.

A smile appeared on Ouyang Jing's face, and he murmured to himself, "It seems that fate has already determined that he is my son. There should be no doubt about it."

Seeing that the Emperor was in a good mood, Eunuch Yu bravely asked, "Then what is Your Majesty waiting for? Or... why not confess this matter to Concubine Shu as soon as possible?"

Ouyang Jing looked at Eunuch Yu with a half-smile, "You seem to be more anxious than I am."

Eunuch Yu bowed quickly, "Of course, there hasn't been such a big happy event in the palace in a long time."

Ouyang Jing stood up and walked to the window. He looked at the bright moonlight outside, his eyes full of anticipation. "Okay, let's go to her place tonight."

Inside Yilan Palace, the misty water vapor had not yet dissipated. She was wearing a light nightgown, and her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, like the finest silk.

She was barefoot, practicing breathing techniques on the soft carpet.

The slender fingers drew graceful arcs in the air, and with every breath, they seemed to merge with the heaven and earth.

As a doctor, she knows the importance of taking care of the body.

Moderate exercise can not only strengthen your body, but also delay aging and maintain your appearance.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has arrived!" A slightly panicked voice of a palace maid came from outside the palace.

Xie Mishuang paused, a hint of doubt flashing through his mind.

Could it be that Ouyang Jing's headache has recurred and he has come to her for comfort?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh.

She casually put on an outer robe and quickly walked outside the hall, bowing slightly, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you."

Ouyang Jing stood at the door of the palace, his eyes fixed on Xie Mishuang.

He wanted to directly expose her identity, but then he thought, if he exposed her rashly, it might cause her to rebel, which would be more trouble than gain.

"I just happened to be passing by, so I wanted to come in and take a look." Ouyang Jing's voice was low and soft, completely different from his usual cold and hard voice.

Xie Mishuang was slightly stunned. He was actually explaining to her? This was strange.

She replied calmly, "Your Majesty, please."

Ouyang Jing walked into the hall and glanced at the furnishings in the room.

Only then did he realize that the layout of Yilan Palace was exactly the same as Shuang'er's former boudoir.

But he had never thought about it this way before. Now that he thought about it, would she still hold a grudge against him for the harsh words he had said before?

"What are you doing?" Ouyang Jing's gaze fell on Xie Mishuang, with a barely perceptible nervousness in his tone.

"I just finished bathing and am exercising." Xie Mishuang replied calmly.

"Exercise?" Ouyang Jing was a little confused.

"That's right. Proper exercise is good for your health. Your Majesty can try it when you have time." Xie Mishuang's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Ouyang Jing nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try it when I have time." He was even more confused in his heart, why was the Concubine Shu so easy to talk to today?

"Then please continue, Concubine Shu. I'll take a look and learn from you." There was a hint of flattery in Ouyang Jing's tone that he himself didn't even notice.

Xie Mishuang was stunned, "This... isn't good."

"What's wrong with that?" Ouyang Jing walked to Xie Mishuang, his eyes fell on her fair neck, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart.

Xie Mishuang took a step back unnoticed, keeping a safe distance. "I'm afraid my training method is not suitable for Your Majesty."

Ouyang Jing's eyes wandered over her, and he secretly guessed what she was thinking.

Is she still holding a grudge about what happened before?

"I just want to take a look, I don't have any other intentions." There was a subtle hint of grievance in Ouyang Jing's tone.

Xie Mishuang frowned slightly, somewhat unaccustomed to Ouyang Jing like this.

His behavior today was really too abnormal.

"I'm not used to being stared at, and I feel uncomfortable." She answered calmly, with a hint of alienation in her tone.

Ouyang Jing heard this and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I see. Does Concubine Shu need to rest?"

"If the emperor is fine, I will rest." Xie Mishuang replied calmly, her eyes as calm as water.

Ouyang Jing nodded, "I'm fine, you can rest first."

Xie Mishuang turned around hesitantly, secretly complaining in his heart: This Ouyang Jing is so moody!

She took off her outer robe as she did last time and climbed onto the bed lightly, her movements graceful and natural.

After lying down, she still had doubts in her heart, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing also kept staring at her intently. When their eyes met, it seemed as if an electric current was passing through the air.

Xie Mishuang quickly turned to the other side, pulled the quilt together, his heart beating faster and his thoughts in a mess: Could he recognize me?

Ouyang Jing's lips curled up, but his eyes gradually became deep, and he fell into deep thought: How should I confess this misunderstanding to you? If I confess, will you follow your royal brother back to the Xuanyuan Empire?

Soon, Xie Mishuang fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps it was because Ouyang Jing no longer exuded the cold and distant aura he had before, which made her feel at ease and fall asleep more easily.

The next day, when Xie Mishuang got up, she found that Ouyang Jing was still there!

He leaned on the soft couch beside the bed, supported his head with one hand, and fell asleep.

The morning light shone through the window lattice onto his face, outlining his handsome features, making him less cold and more gentle than usual.

Xie Mishuang walked over and called softly, "Your Majesty."

Ouyang Jing called out in a daze: "Shuang'er, Shuang'er, don't go..."

As he spoke, he took Xie Mishuang's hand, not with much strength, but with a hint of indescribable dependence.

Xie Mishuang quickly tried to pull away, "Your Majesty, I am not her, let me go!"

However, because she used too much force, she lost her balance and actually pressed Ouyang Jing under her!

A soft touch came, and Xie Mishuang's lips touched Ouyang Jing's nose.

Ouyang Jing opened his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes.

Xie Mishuang quickly stood up, but was about to fall again due to unexpected circumstances, but was caught by Ouyang Jing and hugged.

"Be careful." Ouyang Jing's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of laziness as if he had just woken up.

He smelled the familiar scent on Xie Mishuang and could no longer suppress the emotions surging in his heart and wanted to kiss her.

Xie Mishuang quickly turned her head and said in a hurried tone: "Your Majesty, have you seen clearly who I am?"

Ouyang Jing paused and looked at her with complicated eyes, "I know you are Consort Shu."

Xie Mishuang breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a sense of inexplicable loss.

"Since Your Majesty knows, please respect yourself." She said in a cold tone and wanted to push him away.

Ouyang Jing hugged her tighter, "I just..."

He hesitated, not knowing how to explain.

Xie Mishuang struggled, "Your Majesty, please let me go."

Ouyang Jing had no choice but to let her go.