Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

Thinking of this, Su Wuli buried her face in the pillow.

His lingering scent still lingered in the blankets; she took a breath, and her face flushed even more.

She looked up; her hair was disheveled, and there were red marks on her face from sleeping.

Su Wuli closed her eyes, unable to think about it anymore.

I wish I could turn back time, and I wish I had kept quiet last night.

He kept nagging about the hangover soup, acting like a spoiled child.

Chuhe brought in the water.

After washing up, she sat on the edge of the tatami mat, lost in thought.

Chuhe set out breakfast and then left.

Su Wuli sat alone on the tatami mat, burying her face in the quilt, recalling how many embarrassing things she had said last night.

She buried her face even deeper, only lifting it up when she could barely breathe.

His face turned bright red.

For a moment, she didn't know how to face him.

Just as she was lost in thought, the door was pushed open.

Looking up, I saw Yu Chen standing at the door, holding a bowl in his hand, steam rising from the rim of the bowl.

Su Wuli frowned reflexively upon smelling the odor, and her nose also wrinkled slightly.

When Yu Chen sat down on the bedside, she quickly moved half an inch to the side.

He placed the bowl on the bedside table but didn't rush to make her drink. Instead, he reached out and gently massaged her temples.

The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, as his thumb drew circles on her temple.

Su Wuli closed her eyes, shrank back slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

She squinted comfortably, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

"Does your head still hurt?" Yu Chen asked.

She shook her head.

"Hangover soup." He paused. "Does it still need to be fed?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli suddenly opened her eyes.

Remembering how he fed her hangover soup last night, she knew she couldn't escape it.

Her face flushed red instantly, and she shook her head hastily as if frightened.

"No...no need," she said, reaching for the bowl.

Looking at the hangover soup in the bowl, I took a deep breath, held it, and drank it all in a few gulps.

He frowned as he put down the bowl. "I can drink it myself."

"I can tell." His tone was tinged with amusement.

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli's ears turned even redder.

Yu Chen raised his hand and touched her head, his fingers sliding down from the top of her head, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe and pausing for a moment.

She instinctively shrank her shoulders, but her warm fingertips did not leave.

Instead, he slowly pinched her earlobe downwards along the ear canal.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

Su Wuli's ears turned so red they looked like they were about to bleed from his pinching.

He looked down at his fingers, twisting two fingers together on the back of his hand.

"I don't remember."

She answered too quickly, so quickly that she regretted it before the words even left her mouth.

If someone overheard this, it would be clear that he was trying to cover something up, and he looked guilty.

The man released her earlobe, his fingers sliding down her cheek and stopping on her chin.

Gently draped.

"Don't you remember?" he repeated, as if confirming or savoring the memory.

Su Wuli nodded, nodding vigorously.

"Then let me help you recall."

Su Wuli could clearly hear the suppressed laughter beneath Yu Chen's words.

She grew anxious, "No—"

She quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth, her palm pressed against his lips.

When I met his smiling eyes, I suddenly realized what was happening.

He didn't really want to help her remember; he was just deliberately trying to see her anxious and flustered.

She bit her lip and punched him in the chest.

After a few punches, the man easily grabbed her fist.

He held her completely in his palm, and she couldn't pull herself out.

"Let go." The voice was nasal.

No.

Yu Chen took a candied fruit from the plate with his other hand and held it to her lips.

The candied fruit is orange-yellow and translucent, with a thin layer of icing sugar on the surface.

Su Wuli glanced down at it, then opened her mouth and bit it, holding it in her mouth.

The candied fruit was very sweet, and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms melted in my mouth.

She chewed and swallowed, and was about to spit out the candied fruit pit when a big finger reached out.

Su Wuli lowered her head and spat into his palm.

While tossing things around, Yu Chen asked, "Is it sweet?"

"Mm." She nodded.

The sweetness of the candied fruit was still slowly melting on the tip of her tongue, seeping from the surface of her tongue into the back of her tongue and spreading down her throat.

Before she could say anything, her lips were captured by his deep gaze.

Her lower lip was held in his mouth, and the sweetness of the candied fruit was still on her lips when he took it away.

He kissed her slowly and deliberately, licking away the sweetness bit by bit.

The lips changed from dry to moist, from cool to warm.

He released her lower lip, then pressed his lips against hers again.

She opened her mouth, but this time she didn't pour any wine over her...

"Um……"

She tasted the osmanthus fragrance of the candied fruit, which traveled from his tongue.

It was sweet, with a hint of sourness, mixed with his scent.

But he clearly didn't eat any candied fruit.

Su Wuli tilted her head slightly and heard the man suddenly groan.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled her into his arms.

He then kissed her more deeply, stealing her breath.

Yu Chen finally released her lips when her lips became numb.

His forehead was pressed against hers.

Her eyelashes brushed against the bridge of his nose.

Yu Chen closed his eyes.

Su Wuli opened her eyes and looked for two seconds, then, as if possessed, raised her hand and pressed it on his eyelids.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly beneath her fingertips.

"Is it sweet now?" His voice was low, with a slight rise at the end.

His nose gently brushed against her face. "Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli felt a chill run down her spine.

She lowered her head and buried her face in the crook of his neck, "Mmm."

……

I had just taken a couple of sips of porridge for breakfast when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"What is it?" Yu Chen asked.

Chuhe's voice came from outside, "Your Highness, the head maid of the manor has arrived and says she wants to pay her respects to Your Highness and the young lady."

Yu Chen put down his teacup, glanced at Su Wuli, and asked, "Want to see her?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli paused, thinking that since everyone was already at the door, she should still show some courtesy.

"Mm." She looked at him and nodded.

Yu Chen responded, "Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

A woman in her forties walked in, wearing an indigo blue jacket.

Her hair was combed meticulously, and she immediately knelt down to greet him upon entering.

"May Your Highness and the young lady enjoy boundless blessings."

She spoke with a local accent, but it wasn't unpleasant to hear.

"This servant is the manager of this manor, my surname is Zhou. Are you getting used to your stay, Your Highness and Miss? If there is anything you need, please let me know."

Yu Chen remained silent.

Su Wuli subconsciously looked at him, only to see the man wink at her.

It means asking her to answer.

Upon seeing this, she paused slightly.

She then put down her spoon, smiled, and said, "It's very good, thank you for your trouble, Granny Zhou."

Granny Zhou straightened up with a smile on her face, her gaze lingering on Su Wuli's face for a moment before quickly looking down.

"I'm glad you like it, young lady. I've come today for another matter."

She paused, as if considering her words.

"We have a custom here that everyone releases river lanterns to pray for blessings at this time of year. I thought that since Your Highness and Miss have come all this way, if you would like, we can release one tonight as well."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's eyes lit up, and she could hardly hide the excitement on her face.

Their voices were filled with a joyful, rising tone, "Releasing river lanterns?"