The cold emperor reigns supreme, the arrogant empress begs for a truce.

Chapter 47: My wife, please help your husband get dressed.

Sure enough, when Leng Yuling woke up the next morning, she found that half of her body was draped over Mo Zhen.

She subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth, and then heard Mo Zhen's voice from above: "You didn't drool."

It wasn't until she heard Mo Zhen's voice that Leng Yuling suddenly realized that half of her body was draped over him. The next moment, she leaned closer, stared at Mo Zhen with wide eyes, and covered her chest with her hands, saying, "Why...why are you so close to me!"

"Don't you know better than me who's relying on whom?" Mo Zhen's tone was indifferent. Leng Yuling couldn't tell if he was angry or not. She looked at Mo Zhen with a probing gaze, but after a long time, she still couldn't see any emotion on his face.

"I..." Leng Yuling looked at Mo Zhen, pointed to herself, and asked in return. Seeing that Mo Zhen was still calm, she felt guilty and whispered, "I didn't do it on purpose. Who is conscious when they are sleeping?"

Leng Yuling felt that the only problem was that the bed was too small, so she couldn't sleep comfortably. Besides, she was used to sleeping with a blanket at night, and there was only one blanket on the bed, so she could only subconsciously hug Mo Zhen.

Before Mo Zhen could speak, Leng Yuling continued, "Is it my fault? You're clearly not short of money, but you insist on sharing a bed with me."

Seeing Leng Yuling's self-righteous expression, Mo Zhen couldn't help but laugh. Before Leng Yuling could speak, he got up from the bed and said with his back to her, "Madam, please help your husband get dressed."

Leng Yuling almost choked on her own saliva. If Mo Zhen hadn't opened his arms, she would have thought she misheard. What the hell? He wanted her to dress him?

She herself didn't even know how to put on these ancient clothes, yet she was helping him get dressed.

Leng Yuling climbed off the bed, walked up to Mo Zhen, put her hands on her hips, looked at him and said, "I was hoping you would help me get dressed. You're dreaming if you think I'd help you get dressed."

As she spoke, Leng Yuling walked to the door but did not open it. Instead, she softly called out, "Ziyan, come in."

Although she had been in this era for a while, she was still not very familiar with some of the routines after getting up, such as getting dressed and combing her hair, which required Ziyan's help.

However, Ziyan hesitated to push the door open and come in for a long time, after all, Leng Yuling was not alone in the room, Mo Zhen was also there.

After waiting for a long time without seeing Ziyan come in, Leng Yuling opened the door, glanced at Ziyan standing at the door, and asked, "I'm calling you, didn't you hear me?"

At first, Leng Yuling thought that Ziyan really couldn't hear her calling her. But after seeing Ziyan's eyes, which didn't even dare to look inside, she realized what Ziyan was afraid of.

"Come in. How am I supposed to get dressed and comb my hair if you don't come in?"

After a pause, Ziyan had someone bring in the water for washing her face. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Mo Zhen did not seem displeased.

After all, she had never served Mo Zhen, so she didn't know his temper, or even whether he was like Leng Yuling and would occasionally have a bad temper when he woke up. Fortunately, his face remained calm.

"Your Majesty, would you like to get dressed first or comb your hair first?" Ziyan asked softly.

Leng Yuling shook her head and followed the maids to the washbasin, saying, "I'd better wash up first. Pick me a simple outfit, don't dress like a flamboyant butterfly all the time."

Until she changed her clothes, Leng Yuling acted as if she didn't see Mo Zhen's presence. Only after Zi Yan took out the clothes did she look at Mo Zhen and ask, "Dude, I need to change my clothes. Aren't you going to leave for a bit?"

At this moment, Mo Zhen was already dressed and washed.

He glanced at Leng Yuling before turning and leaving.

Leng Yuling was dressed very simply that day, but that was only her opinion. Even in simple and ordinary clothes, she didn't look ordinary at all.

Because her face made up for everything.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Leng Yuling couldn't help but sigh, "This face could easily be described as that of a peerless beauty, right?"

Although Ziyan was used to Leng Yuling's narcissism, she couldn't help but laugh whenever she heard Leng Yuling praise herself, and so she actually couldn't help but laugh.

After hearing Ziyan's laughter, Leng Yuling looked at her through the mirror and asked with a puzzled expression, "What are you laughing at? Am I not telling the truth?"

Zi Yan didn't deny the fact that Leng Yuling was an unparalleled beauty, but—

"Who praises themselves like that?" She was so narcissistic all the time. Ziyan had served many masters before, but she had never met anyone like Leng Yuling before. She found it both strange and interesting.

At first, I thought Leng Yuling was just a person who liked to joke around, but later I realized that's exactly who she is.

"But don't you think it's really beautiful?" Leng Yuling held her chin in her hands, staring at the person in the mirror.

She was looking at herself, yet she wasn't herself.

Her soul was hers, but her body was not, and even her face belonged to someone else. The thought of this made her feel sad.

If she hadn't transmigrated, what would she be doing now, and what would the original owner of this body be like?

Probably, things wouldn't have turned out the way they are now. The original owner might have lived a better life, or she might have lived a worse life, but she certainly wouldn't be like she is now.

Based on her understanding of people in ancient times, if the original owner of this body had been rejected by her fiancé, she would have cried at home for several days, or at least been depressed for several days, before being forced by her father to marry someone else.

It's also possible that she won't be able to get married, since who would dare to take on a woman whose engagement has been broken off by the emperor?

However, after breaking off the engagement, she transmigrated and came to the Southern Chu Kingdom with Mo Xuan, as if she had inexplicably merged into this era.

What else can she do but continue like this?

Seeing that Leng Yuling didn't speak but kept staring at herself in the mirror, Ziyan couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing Ziyan's words, Leng Yuling came back to her senses. She turned around, glanced at Ziyan, and shook her head with a smile.

No one could understand her feelings.

-

After Leng Yuling came downstairs, Mo Zhen and Mo Xuan had already started eating.

After seeing Leng Yuling come down, Mo Zhen said indifferently, "Don't come down too late for breakfast in the future."

"In the future? Who would want to have breakfast with him every day?" Leng Yuling thought to herself, but said repeatedly, "Yes, I understand. I won't be late from now on."

Mo Zhen frowned, curious that Leng Yuling hadn't said a single word of retort despite all the commotion she'd heard today.

Leng Yuling sat down, picked up her bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat heartily.

Actually, she wasn't being obedient; she was just too hungry and wanted to eat quickly so she would have the energy to start her day of wits and battles with Mo Zhen.

Mo Xuan, on the contrary, found Leng Yuling very cute and genuine.

"This fish is delicious, you should try it." Mo Xuan subconsciously picked up a piece of fish for Leng Yuling, but he didn't see Mo Zhen's narrowed eyes.

Although Mo Xuan is his younger brother, Leng Yuling is his empress. The two can have a good relationship, but they cannot cross the line.