Outside the door, Shen Hanshan paced back and forth anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan.

Cui Jiu was annoyed by his annoyance and gently comforted him, "Miss Zhao is someone our master values ​​more than his own eyes. He won't make things difficult for her."

Shen Hanshan thought to himself, "I'm not afraid he'll make things difficult for Zhizhi. I'm afraid Cui Shenghe will persuade Zhao Zhi to stay in Yunchao, then throw me a divorce agreement and kick me out."

He was afraid of losing his position as the emperor's son-in-law!

After a cup of tea, Cui Shenghe finally helped Zhao Zhi out of the house.

"Are you leaving?" Shen Hanshan had just said the words when he suddenly realized his mistake and quickly changed his mind, asking, "Have you finished talking?"

"Hanshan looks a little nervous." Cui Shenghe handed Zhao Zhi over to Shen Hanshan, indicating that the others did not need to see him off.

Shen Hanshan smiled awkwardly, helped Zhao Zhi up, and watched Cui Shenghe and his party leave.

The two returned to the house, and Shen Hanshan busied himself preparing hot water and scented towels for Zhao Zhi to soak her feet and relieve her fatigue.

The candlelight flickered, its light casting a gentle shimmer on Shen Hanshan's face.

He carefully removed Zhao Zhi's shoes and socks, and immersed her feet in the warm water. He lowered his head and silently massaged Zhao Zhi's feet, hesitating several times before finally suppressing the questions in his heart.

Zhao Zhi's eyes were filled with a smile as she secretly observed Shen Hanshan's expression. She guessed that he probably wanted to ask her what she had talked about with Cui Shenghe, but was too embarrassed to speak due to the man's "reserve".

He didn't ask, and Zhao Zhi didn't speak up either.

Anyway, it was Shen Hanshan who was really itching to get involved.

The night was as dark as ink, the sheer curtains swayed gently, and the candlelight flickered, creating a warm and slightly enchanting atmosphere in the room.

Shen Hanshan's fingers slowly moved across Zhao Zhi's shoulder. His massage technique was perfect, with every bit of pressure applied, and his skill was becoming increasingly refined.

Zhao Zhi smelled the pleasant scent of soapberry on him and felt his steady, powerful breathing, enjoying the tranquility and comfort with a clear conscience.

Looking at Zhao Zhi's relaxed expression, Shen Hanshan couldn't help but feel a surge of smugness. He wanted to trap her in his gentle embrace, making her unable to leave him in the future.

He smiled gently and continued to move his fingers, as if playing a beautiful piece of music, each note filled with deep affection and tenderness.

The night outside the window grew increasingly dark, as if it were about to swallow the entire world.

The room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

A wave of drowsiness washed over Zhao Zhi, and she yawned several times, feeling sleepy.

"The Prince Consort's skills are becoming more and more exquisite. I'm afraid no man in the world can match them." Zhao Zhi parted her lips slightly, her words carrying a hint of teasing and admiration, but her gaze inadvertently drifted to Shen Hanshan's slightly tense profile.

Upon hearing this, Shen Hanshan paused slightly in his shoulder-massaging motion. He seemed to casually raise his head, his gaze as deep as the night, and asked quickly and subtly, "Does Your Highness mean that you already have the intention of adding another male concubine?" Though his words were soft, they concealed an imperceptible jealousy and unease.

Zhao Zhi chuckled, shook her head dismissively, and said with a touch of nonchalance, "It's common for princesses to keep male concubines. What's the difference between that and you men taking concubines? It's all about finding solace for your souls."

Upon hearing this, Shen Hanshan involuntarily increased the force of his grip, and Zhao Zhi immediately felt a sudden pain and cried out in surprise.

Shen Hanshan suddenly came to his senses, quickly loosened his grip, and a hint of regret flashed between his brows.

"Shen Hanshan, when did you become so petty? If you don't even have this much tolerance, how can you shoulder the responsibilities of a prince consort in the future?" Zhao Zhi's words were somewhat teasing and probing, but they were also sincere.

Before Zhao Zhi could finish speaking, Shen Hanshan suddenly leaned forward and sealed her lips with his, interrupting her. This sudden kiss was passionate and domineering, as if it wanted to unleash all her emotions. Zhao Zhi was startled by this unexpected action, her eyes widening. Her hands instinctively gripped Shen Hanshan's shoulders tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin. He, however, merely frowned, showing no intention of releasing her.

After a long while, the two finally separated, both panting heavily. Their eyes met, revealing both anger and tenderness.

Zhao Zhi said with a mix of helplessness and amusement, "What, did I touch a nerve with you men? Men in this world can have three wives and four concubines, so why can't I, as a princess, find a few devoted male lovers?"

Shen Hanshan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhao Zhi, as if he wanted to etch her image deep into his heart.

"Zhao Zhi, no matter what your status is in the outside world, in my heart, you are my only wife. And I must be your only husband. Our child can only be conceived by you and me."

His tone was firm and powerful, carrying an undeniable, thunderous force that left no room for refusal.

After saying that, he turned over and lay on the outside in a huff, his back to Zhao Zhi, but he could not hide the turmoil in his heart.

Zhao Zhi opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't find the right words to refute him.

She sat silently for a while, her gaze fixed on Shen Hanshan's somewhat lonely back.

After a long while, she sighed softly, rubbed her head, and carefully climbed off the bed from Shen Hanshan's feet, walking to the desk.

After their commotion, she was no longer sleepy at all, so she decided to get up and read a book for a while.

Asagao was surprised to see her come out of the inner room.

"Miss, why are you up?" she said, quickly grabbing a thin blanket and draping it over Zhao Zhi.

"I can't sleep, so I'll get up and read for a while," Zhao Zhi said, rubbing her temples in distress.

Asagao glanced at the middle of her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Miss, did you have a fight with the young master?"

Zhao Zhi shook her head. What the two of them did wasn't really arguing; it was more like they had different values.

Shen Hanshan forced her to conform to male power, but she only slightly revealed her feminist ideas, and he was furious.

But her brother still wants her to be the empress!

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.