Hearing this, Wan Ge didn't dare to say anything more and could only obediently nod.

Mu Zhuochen sighed and reached out to touch her head again.

Wan Ge stiffened slightly, but continued to pretend that nothing had happened.

Mu Zhuochen naturally noticed it too. He looked at his hand, then silently withdrew it, pretending that nothing had happened, and resumed accompanying Wan Ge to handle government affairs.

…

There were already many things left to deal with, and given that Wan Ge is processing things rather slowly, it's estimated that for the next period of time, Wan Ge will be dealing with government affairs every day.

As the sun was about to set, Mu Zhuochen prepared to take his leave. Wan Ge was finally able to stand up, but she hadn't expected that sitting for so long would cause her to stumble and fall directly into Mu Zhuochen's arms.

Things happened so fast that Mu Zhuochen didn't have time to react and could only instinctively hug the person in front of him.

Wan Ge's delicate cheek collided directly with the other's chest. Was Mu Zhuochen made of iron? It hurt so much from that bump! But the Imperial Uncle's pectoral muscles were really hard.

Looking up, he saw a sharply defined jawline. Mu Zhuochen lowered his head and asked with some concern, "Is Your Majesty alright?"

Looking into those deep, calm eyes, Wan Ge felt her heart beat faster for no apparent reason. After regaining her senses, she quickly released him: "I...I'm fine. Is Uncle alright?"

"I'm fine." After saying that, Mu Zhuochen left without saying another word.

Watching the other person's hurried departure, Wan Ge wondered if he was angry. Had she bumped into him and hurt him? Why was he suddenly angry? It couldn't be that serious; he wasn't the type to hold a grudge.

Um... okay, maybe.

Wan Ge gently placed her fingertips over her heart, took a deep breath, and silently thought to herself: "Could you please stop beating so fast? I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my throat."

Suddenly realizing something, Wan Ge's face turned pale. No...no way, she...felt like Mu Zhuochen?

Help! She can't fall for him. No matter how handsome Mu Zhuochen is, she can't fall for him! He's someone who could kill her at any moment; she absolutely cannot fall for him.

Wan Ge took deep breaths, picked up the tea beside her and drank it all in one gulp, trying to calm herself down.

…

At the same time, Mu Zhuochen, who seemed to be fleeing, was also taking deep breaths.

The subordinate standing by asked in confusion, "Your Highness, has something happened?"

Mu Zhuochen waved his hand: "It's nothing."

When he said this, Mu Zhuochen's reddened ears had not yet faded.

Realizing what was happening to him, Mu Zhuochen clenched his fists. If his subordinates hadn't been there, he might have slapped himself.

The subordinates didn't know what had happened, but they noticed that the prince's face was flushed with anger. Could it be? Is His Majesty that difficult to teach? He actually managed to make the prince's face turn red. The prince is usually calm and collected, never showing his emotions. He's clearly very angry. His Majesty is quite something.

…

…

After returning to the palace, Mu Zhuochen soaked in the hot spring water, but the scene of the other person rushing into his arms appeared in his mind again.

The young emperor was spoiled since childhood. Although he wanted Wan Ge to learn martial arts so that she could protect herself, it was obvious that she had not practiced properly. She was thin and small, but soft when you picked her up, and she smelled very nice.

Suddenly, Mu Zhuochen's deep eyes cleared, and he raised his hand and slapped himself.