After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Xie Mishuang escaped from his arms as if she had been electrocuted. A blush flashed across her face, and then she regained her usual composure. She said in a formal tone, "It's getting late. The Emperor should attend the morning court."

Just then, Eunuch Yu came in with two young eunuchs, holding a bright yellow dragon robe and court crown in their hands.

He bowed and saluted, his shrill voice echoing through the hall: "Your Majesty, I felt that the distance from Yilan Palace to your bedroom and then to the Golden Throne Palace was a bit far, so I took the initiative to send the court robes here."

As Eunuch Yu spoke, he glanced at Xie Mishuang meaningfully.

Ouyang Jing immediately understood his intention, which was to help him create opportunities.

He was secretly happy in his heart, but his face remained calm. He turned his head and said to Xie Mishuang, "Then I'll trouble Concubine Shu to help me get dressed."

Xie Mishuang looked at the shining dragon robe, sighed inwardly, and had to agree.

She walked up to Ouyang Jing and began to dress him in court robes.

Her movements were skillful and smooth, and every move she made was filled with an indescribable grace and naturalness.

Ouyang Jing looked at her lowered eyes, her slender fingers flexibly moving around his body, and an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart.

He couldn't help but ask, "Has Concubine Shu ever given clothes to other men?"

Xie Mi paused for a moment, then replied calmly, "I think so."

Ouyang Jing's heart tightened, and he asked, "Oh? Who is it?"

Xie Mishuang raised her head and looked at him calmly, with a hint of subtle provocation in her tone: "Of course it's my former lover."

Ouyang Jing was stunned, as if something hit his heart hard.

"Really?" he almost blurted out.

Xie Mishuang smiled slightly, and said firmly: "I don't want to be charged with the crime of deceiving the emperor."

Ouyang Jing's heart sank. Could it be that in these three years, she really had someone else she liked?

This thought made him feel inexplicably irritated and uneasy.

After Xie Mishuang dressed him neatly, she stepped aside and stood quietly.

Ouyang Jing looked at her deeply, then turned around and prepared to leave.

The moment he turned around, a peony hairpin slipped from his sleeve and fell to the ground.

Aya quickly picked it up and said in surprise, "Your Majesty, isn't this what the Emperor gave you when you were elected Crown Princess? I didn't expect the Emperor really thought of you all this time."

Xie Mishuang looked at the familiar peony hairpin with mixed feelings.

She pursed her lips and said calmly, "Give it back."

Although Aya didn't understand Xie Mishuang's thoughts, she still obediently trotted to catch up with Ouyang Jing's carriage and handed the peony hairpin to Eunuch Yu.

Ouyang Jing looked at the peony hairpin that was sent back and felt bitter in his heart.

It wasn't that easy for her to forgive him.

*

In the imperial study, Ouyang Jing was reviewing memorials with a furrowed brow, obviously not in a relaxed mood.

Suddenly, a young eunuch hurried in and reported, "Your Majesty, Minister Xie requests an audience. He has something important to report and has brought a portrait with him."

Ouyang Jing put down the red brush in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and said with a slightly tired tone: "Let him in."

Soon, Xie Wenyao came with a servant, and the two of them carried a huge portrait and walked carefully into the imperial study.

The portrait is wrapped in yellow cloth, making it look particularly mysterious.

After Xie Wenyao saluted, he couldn't wait to speak: "I came here specifically to tell the emperor to be careful of the person beside him!"

Ouyang Jing raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Why do you say that, Minister Xie?"

Xie Wenyao signaled the servant to unfold the portrait, pointed at the woman in the painting and said, "I heard that the emperor recently gained a favorite concubine named Chi Chunchun. She is a cousin of my mother-in-law's family, so there is some connection. I specially found her portrait in Fengshui Town. Compared with the current appearance of Concubine Shu, she is very different!"

The woman in the painting has charming eyebrows and eyes, and a smile on the corners of her lips, which is completely different from Xie Mishuang's cold temperament.

Ouyang Jing's eyes flickered between the portrait and Xie Wenyao, his tone a touch playful. "Oh? So Minister Xie is saying that my Consort Shu is someone else pretending to be me?"

Xie Wenyao nodded heavily, looking loyal and devoted. "That's right! The emperor is young and full of vigor, so it's normal for him to be tempted by beauty. That's why I didn't make this matter public in the court."

He was secretly proud of himself, thinking that he had performed a great service and would soon be rewarded by the emperor.

Ouyang Jing looked at him with a half-smile, and said meaningfully, "So I should thank you too?"

Xie Wenyao quickly bowed and said, "I dare not, I dare not. This old minister only hopes that the emperor is well and will not be deceived by treacherous people."

Ouyang Jing waved his hand, signaling Eunuch Yu to hand over the portrait.

He looked carefully at the face of the woman in the painting, and the smile on his lips grew deeper and deeper.

Xie Wenyao knelt on the ground, confused.

Why was the Emperor so happy? Was he planning to reward him for his meritorious service?

He even began to fantasize that the emperor would reward him with gold, silver, and jewelry, and promote him to a higher position.

However, after Ouyang Jing finished looking at the portrait, he casually tossed it on the table, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather today: "Minister Xie, is there anything else? If not, I'll go to bed."

Eunuch Yu observed his expression and immediately said in a sharp voice, "Thank you, Minister, please."

Xie Wenyao was stunned, the smile on his face was stiff. He couldn't believe his ears. The emperor actually sent him away like this?

No praise, no reward, not even a word of compliment?

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, I'll take my leave." Xie Wenyao had no choice but to retreat in disgrace, his heart full of doubts and unwillingness.

He couldn't understand why the emperor was so indifferent to him when he had made such great contributions.

Xie Wenyao returned to the Xie Mansion and was stopped by Shen as soon as he entered the door. She asked anxiously, "Master, how is it? What did the emperor say? Has that imposter been banished to the cold palace?"

Xie Wenyao sat down on the armchair, picked up the teacup and took a gulp before mumbling, "I don't know."

Upon hearing this, Shen was furious and screamed, "You don't know? How could you not know?! That impostor has committed the crime of deceiving the emperor! Such a serious crime should be thrown into the Heavenly Prison!"

Xie Wenyao put down the teacup, rubbed his temples, and said with a hint of impatience: "No, nothing at all! Maybe the emperor needs some time to calm down. After all, this concubine has been very popular with him recently. After some time, when the emperor gets tired of her, he will probably put an end to her."

Shen was half-believing and half-doubting. She paced back and forth in the room, muttering to herself, "Really? But...but..."

Xie Wenyao waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, stop nagging! The Emperor will make the decision, we just have to wait!"