Qingyin: This seemingly reserved man knows how to seduce her.

...

Nan Chu quietly held his little wife for a while, waiting for the restlessness to subside before putting her down. Qing Yin then handed the purse with the pattern she had roughly chosen to Nan Chu, asking, "Do you like this pattern?"

"I like anything you embroider." Nan Chu had learned sweet talk on her own.

Qingyin: "..."

She rolled her eyes at the man who seemed a bit flirtatious in front of her, feeling both embarrassed and angry. She completely gave up on asking for his opinion. Fine, she'd just make her own decisions. Anyway, no matter what she did, the man would always praise it to the skies, making her feel both embarrassed and happy.

For dinner, they served some of Qingyin's favorite dishes as usual.

The cooks in the manor also understood that now that the mistress of the house, the Fujin, was around, their master would never forget her, no matter who else he might forget. His appetite was now entirely tied to the Fujin's.

At the dinner table, Qingyin ate her meal almost entirely under the man's burning, subtly anxious gaze.

"Has the Princess Consort eaten?"

Facing the man's burning gaze, Qingyin picked up her chopsticks with difficulty again, slowly picking up the unfinished food, but at a speed that made one question the meaning of life.

Nan Chu grasped Qingyin's chopsticks without hesitation. "If you're full, don't eat anymore. Besides, it's still early. It's hard to digest right after eating. I won't force my wife to go to bed with me."

The man finished speaking in a low voice, a hint of a smile occasionally appearing in his eyes.

Qingyin blushed and glared at him again.

If the man's gaze hadn't been so intense, she wouldn't have misunderstood.