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

Jiang Qingyan wrapped her chest binder, put on her undergarments, and casually draped a golden dragon robe over her shoulders. She stood at the door and stopped Mo Ting's actions.

Looking at the small pool of bright red blood on the ground, Jiang Qingyan frowned slightly. Mo Ting had gone too far! She then shouted loudly towards a corner of the hall, "Eunuch Wang, summon the imperial physician!"

"Yes!" Wang Gonggong, who was trembling with fear in the corner, rushed to the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Jiang Qingyan walked to Ling Feng's side, gently helped him up, and led him to lie down on the couch in the side hall. She desperately hoped he wouldn't be harmed!

Ling Feng wanted to say something, but Jiang Qingyan stopped him. She touched Ling Feng's lips with her index finger and said softly, "Shh... don't say anything, I know everything."

Jiang Qingyan took out a golden handkerchief embroidered with dragon patterns from her sleeve and gently wiped away the bloodstains remaining on Ling Feng's lips. She then glanced back at Mo Ting, who was staring fiercely at her...

This is unbelievable! Is Mo Ting some kind of Tibetan Mastiff? Look how badly he beat Ling Feng! Luckily, he wasn't disfigured!

Jiang Qingyan placed a handkerchief into Ling Feng's hand and said softly, "I still have things to do. You lie down and be a good boy. The imperial physician will be here soon. You just need to take good care of your injuries. You don't need to come and serve me until you are fully recovered."

After saying that, he patted Ling Feng's head and walked straight back to Chaoyang Palace.

As she passed Mo Ting, she didn't even glance at him, which angered Mo Ting so much that he clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, the deep red blood seeping through it, a testament to his endless sorrow...

"Aren't you coming in?" Jiang Qingyan's cold voice rang out inside Chaoyang Palace.

Mo Ting withdrew his fist, the anger in his eyes subsided considerably, and he quickly followed him inside.

Jiang Qingyan sat on the couch, her hands supporting her behind her, her two fair and slightly pink feet trembling slightly, and stared at Mo Ting, commanding:

"Come here and dry my feet."

Mo Ting's eyes flickered slightly. He walked to the screen, picked up a handkerchief, and half-squatted in front of the couch, gently wiping the water droplets from Jiang Qingyan's feet...

Jiang Qingyan's undergarment was made of snow-white satin, smooth and silky. When she lifted her legs, the pant legs naturally slipped up, revealing her fair and smooth calves...

Mo Ting's gaze was unconsciously drawn to her beautiful legs and feet, and for a moment he was flustered...

Jiang Qingyan raised her right foot and gently lifted Mo Ting's chin, looking at him with amusement.

Mo Ting snapped out of his daze, his face instantly turning bright red. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Qingyan again.

Jiang Qingyan looked at him with a half-smile and teased, "What, are you so captivated by the beauty of my feet that you can't take your eyes off them?"

Mo Ting lowered his head even further, but his movements became even gentler.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingyan smiled, put down her feet, stood up, and slowly walked to Mo Ting.

"Mo Ting, do you know your crime?" Jiang Qingyan suddenly said coldly.

Mo Ting suddenly looked up, staring at Jiang Qingyan in astonishment.

Jiang Qingyan looked at him expressionlessly, "You have committed an act of insubordination, daring to look directly at my dragon feet. This is a grave offense of disrespect."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ting frowned slightly. "Oh? Then how does Your Majesty intend to punish me?"

Jiang Qingyan's lips curled up slightly. "Since that's the case, then I'll punish you by making you dine with me tonight."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ting's lips curled into a slight smile. "Yes, Your Majesty, I accept the punishment."

What a convenient way to slap someone and then offer a sweet treat! Mo Ting's punch against the wall was completely wasted!

Jiang Qingyan took Mo Ting's hand, which was still stained with blood, and groped inside her sleeve... She almost forgot... she had given the handkerchief to Ling Feng...

Mo Ting's face darkened. The thought of the Emperor wiping Ling Feng's mouth with his own personal handkerchief made him furious!

Sensing Mo Ting's displeasure, Jiang Qingyan raised an eyebrow and smiled at him: "Truly worthy of being the Regent, it's one thing to be ruthless to others, but to be just as ruthless to yourself."

Mo Ting didn't say anything, but he felt very aggrieved. Jiang Qingyan's words were clearly mocking him! She was so gentle to Ling Feng, but she only said sarcastic things to him!

"Old Wang, fetch a basin of clean water, and also some gauze and wound medicine!" Jiang Qingyan said to the door.

"Yes, this servant will go get it right away!" Eunuch Wang was very quick on his feet; he soon returned with the items and then left again.

Jiang Qingyan picked up a piece of gauze, moistened it with some water, and gently wiped away the bloodstains from Mo Ting. She then applied medicine to the wound, wrapped it with a new piece of gauze, and tied a bow...

Mo Ting's eyes flickered slightly. The Emperor was actually being so gentle with him, even personally cleaning and bandaging his wounds... A surge of excitement welled up inside him...

Jiang Qingyan brought Mo Ting's injured hand to her lips, gently kissed it, and softly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Ting was flattered and surprised. Looking at Jiang Qingyan's face, his anger instantly dissipated, and he shook his head: "It doesn't hurt..."

"Your hand is not convenient, so let me feed you myself." Jiang Qingyan smiled and led Mo Ting to the table.

Eunuch Wang had already ordered dinner to be prepared. Seeing that Jiang Qingyan had taken her seat, he hurriedly instructed the palace maids and eunuchs to serve the dishes one by one.

Jiang Qingyan held the bowl and used chopsticks to feed Mo Ting bite by bite, stuffing his mouth full. Mo Ting stammered, "..."

"Your Majesty, I can eat it myself..."

Jiang Qingyan picked up another piece of braised pork and stuffed it into Mo Ting's mouth, her face beaming with a bright smile:

"My dear, do not speak while eating or sleeping."

Finally finishing dinner, Mo Ting had no idea how much he had eaten; his stomach felt like it was about to burst…

His mouth was constantly busy; Jiang Qingyan picked at every dish, feeding him both sweet and spicy, until Mo Ting couldn't taste anything anymore...

Seeing that she had pleased the arrogant regent, Jiang Qingyan began to get down to business: "By the way, Mo Ting, where is the imperial seal? Quickly, let me see it!"

Mo Ting glanced at her, shook his head indulgently, and slowly took out a brocade box from his chest and handed it to Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan quickly opened the brocade box, inside which was a small, emerald-green seal carved with a dragon.

"This is my imperial seal?" Jiang Qingyan asked with some suspicion. This imperial seal is so small? It's not even as big as the palm of your hand!

Mo Ting nodded. "That's right, this is Your Majesty's imperial seal."

After receiving Mo Ting's affirmative reply, Jiang Qingyan's eyes darted around, and she immediately came up with a plan.

She casually tossed the jade seal aside, seemingly unconcerned, then took Mo Ting's hand and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency Regent, now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time for us to go to sleep!"

As she spoke, she pulled Mo Ting toward the bed. Mo Ting was momentarily stunned by this sudden turn of events, but quickly recovered, a smile playing on his lips, and obediently followed her.

Upon reaching the bedside, Mo Ting stood nervously to the side, his heart pounding.

Jiang Qingyan turned around, looked at him, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

She walked up to Mo Ting, took his hand, gently kissed it, and then said softly, "Mo Ting, from today onwards, you belong to me..."