Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

Lin Zhijie bowed respectfully to Mo Ting and said, "Zhijie greets Your Majesty, my brother..."

Mo Ting nodded slightly. "No need for formalities, please sit down."

Lin Zhijie walked to the chair and slowly sat down. She glanced at Shen Yuan, who was sitting to the side with a smile on his lips, and couldn't help but complain in her heart: This annoying beauty Shen, it's past breakfast time, why is he still in Chaoyang Palace? And he doesn't even know to bow when he sees me, how impolite! Just seeing him makes me so annoyed!

Sensing the change in Lin Zhijie's expression, Shen Yuan couldn't help but curl his lips and tease, "Tsk tsk tsk~ It's strange, a few days ago Lin's foot was like a kite with a broken string that he couldn't control at all, and he even fell to the ground last night. How come this morning, after my husband went to the morning court, Lin's foot has completely healed!"

Lin Zhijie awkwardly squeezed the teacup in his hand and explained, "When the imperial physician came to examine me this morning, he said it was my fall last night that caused the two dislocated bones in my ankle to be reset..."

Shen Yuan looked surprised and said, "Ah? That's amazing! Then next time you sprain your ankle, just fall off the bed a few more times! It seems this method is even more ingenious than the imperial physician's skills!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhijie's face turned ashen. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a half-smile, "Then I really have to trouble Brother Shenyuan. But don't worry, I won't twist my ankle again and make my husband feel sorry for me."

Sensing that the atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward, Jiang Qingyan quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Hehe, it's great that your foot injury has healed. Let's have a barbecue in the yard tonight and have some fun!"

Mo Ting smiled and said softly, "Okay, it's been a long time since I've had barbecue..."

Jiang Qingyan strode up to Mo Ting, plopped down on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and laughed, "My Mo Ting is still the most obedient."

Shen Yuan and Lin Zhijie, who were glaring at each other, suddenly became jealous when their husband praised Mo Ting. They quickly said in unison, "Husband... I'll be obedient too..."

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said, "Okay, okay...you're all being good..."

With nothing else to do, Shen Yuan and Lin Zhijie had no reason to stay any longer, so they each returned to their respective palaces.

Only Mo Ting and Jiang Qingyan remained in the hall.

Mo Ting couldn't wait any longer and scooped Jiang Qingyan up in his arms, strode to the bedside, gently laid her down, and murmured, "My husband is finally back..."

Jiang Qingyan wrapped her arms around Mo Ting's neck, her face full of shyness, and said, "Then... how about we do something fun?"

Mo Ting curled his lips into a smile and leaned down to kiss Jiang Qingyan's lips...

After tossing and turning for a long time, the two finally fell into a deep sleep...

Mo Ting felt incredibly refreshed, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, so much so that he even had a slight smile on his face while sleeping…

He hadn't been able to sleep well during his husband's absence, but now, his good sleep has finally returned...

Lin Zhijie, however, was not happy about being alone in Fenghua Palace. Jiang Qingyan had been keeping him company day and night in his bedchamber, but now he was all alone, making the palace feel unusually cold and desolate...

He sat blankly on the bed, staring at the screen embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, his mind filled with the scene he had witnessed last night of his husband and the beautiful Shen entwined in passion…

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and punched the screen hard, punching a hole through it...

Upon hearing the sound, the eunuch outside the palace quickly knocked on the door and asked, "Consort Lin, are you alright?"

Lin Zhijie took a deep breath and, after calming down, instructed the eunuch outside the hall, "Go and summon the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department."

The young eunuch quickly replied, "Yes, this servant will go to the Imperial Household Department right away..."

Lin Zhijie slowly stood up, strode into the study, picked up paper and pen, and carefully drew something on it…

By the time the head steward of the Imperial Household Department arrived, Lin Zhijie had already finished the painting and handed it to him.

He pointed to the painting in the hands of the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department and instructed, "My screen is broken. Go back and have someone make a new one for me. The pattern on it should be embroidered according to this painting."

The head eunuch of the Imperial Household Department slowly unfurled the painting, his face instantly turning bright red with embarrassment. He quickly rolled it up again and stammered, "Consort Lin, are you sure you want to embroider according to the pattern in this painting?"

Lin Zhijie narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What? Is it that your Imperial Household Department can't embroider it?"

Seeing the displeasure in Lin Zhijie's eyes, the head steward of the Imperial Household Department nodded repeatedly, saying, "She can embroider, she can embroider..."

Lin Zhijie glanced at him and said, "Then why don't you hurry back and send someone to embroider it as fast as possible?"

The head steward of the Imperial Household Department quickly bowed to him and then jogged back to the Imperial Household Department.

Lin Zhijie glanced into the bedroom again at the small couch where her husband had once been intimate with other men, and a wave of irritation rose in her heart once more.

He used his inner strength to smash it to pieces with one palm, and then ordered the eunuchs in the hall to clean up the hall.

Out of sight, out of mind. Keeping those things in the palace only reminds him of his husband's intimacy with other men, so it's better to throw them out...

As night fell, Lin Zhijie, though unwilling to see those men, still went to Chaoyang Palace out of longing for Jiang Qingyan.

Meanwhile, the Chaoyang Palace was bustling with activity. The courtyard was filled with men sitting around a stove, each holding a few skewers of meat, enjoying a bite of meat and a sip of wine in a very pleasant manner.

Jiang Qingyan sat in the middle, distributing meat skewers to everyone.

Lin Zhijie took a deep breath, slowly walked to Jiang Qingyan's side, and whispered, "Husband... I'm late..."

Jiang Qingyan quickly gestured for him to sit down, then handed him a skewer of meat, saying with a light laugh, "Not too late, not too late at all! You've come at the perfect time; these skewers are just cooked! Eat up!"

Lin Zhijie took the meat skewers and, seeing that there were no seats left around the stove, casually found an empty spot some distance away and sat down, staring at the bustling crowd with resentment in his eyes.

The people in the courtyard seemed completely oblivious to Lin Zhijie's arrival, continuing to devour skewers and enjoy their drinks.

After all, they had gotten along quite well before Lin Zhijie arrived.

Lin Zhijie stared blankly at the beef on the bamboo skewer like a robot, unable to taste anything for a moment…

A gust of autumn wind swept by, and he couldn't help but shiver. He tightened his outer garment slightly, then sat up straight again, staring enviously at the group of men getting along so well.

He even felt a little regretful, perhaps he shouldn't have competed with them for the emperor's favor, much less used tricks to monopolize his husband...

If he could be as obedient and dutiful as those men, perhaps he too would be one of those people enjoying drinks and laughter in the crowd…

Suddenly, a coat was draped over his back, and a gentle voice came from beside him, "Zhijie, why are you sitting here all alone? Aren't you cold?"