"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being unable to accept this imperial edict."

The old emperor's face showed displeasure, and he glared angrily.

"Why is that?"

Ning Qing said, “I once promised my master that my junior sister’s marriage would be her own decision. Now that my master has passed away, please forgive me for not being able to break my promise.”

The old emperor glared angrily at Ning Qing once again.

She knew she couldn't push him too hard, as she still needed his talent.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger.

If he didn't need a royal advisor with divination skills, he would have liked to chop this person up right now.

He closed his eyes and waved for Ning Qing to leave.

Ning Qing turned and left.

The old emperor was shocked by Ning Qing's rudeness.

Enraged, he once again conceived the idea of ​​killing him.

When Ning Qing returned to the Imperial Preceptor's residence, she summoned the steward.

"How is Zilan now?"

The butler replied respectfully.

"Miss Lin has returned to Hongyun Courtyard and locked herself in her room, refusing to see anyone."

Ning Qing nodded.

He waved for the butler to leave.

Ning Qing: Little Cat, keep an eye on Lin Zilan for me, as long as she doesn't die.

The kitten immediately replied: Okay, host.

Ning Qinggang picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Then I heard familiar footsteps.

Looking up towards the doorway, she met Jialan's gaze.

A slight smile curved the corners of Jialan's lips.

"My lord, I've made some pastries, please have a taste."

As she spoke, she took out a plate of osmanthus cake from the food box and handed it to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow.

"Wife, feed me."

After glancing at Ning Qing, Jia Lan placed the plate on the table, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and offered it to Ning Qing's lips.

"Yes."

Ning Qing took a bite, and instantly a rich floral fragrance with a hint of sweetness filled her mouth.

He nodded and praised.

"My wife's cooking is really good; it leaves a lingering fragrance in my mouth."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Jialan onto his lap.

She wrapped her arms around his waist.

Rest your chin on his shoulder.

He called out softly, "My wife."

Garan responded softly, "Mm."

Ning Qing's eyes lit up, and she kissed him on the neck.

He called out again, "My wife."

Garan responded again.

Just as Ning Qing opened her mouth again to call out "wife".

Jialan stuffed the osmanthus cake in her hand into her mouth.

He chuckled softly.

"My lord, do you still enjoy the pastries I make?"

Ning Qing nodded.

"like".

Jialan's eyes flickered.

Pick up the pastries on the table.

He picked up a piece and put it into Ning Qing's mouth again.

"Eat more if you like it."

Ningqing...

Does his wife not like him calling her "wife"?

After finishing a plate of osmanthus cake, Ning Qing said she didn't want to eat sweets for the next month.

My mouth is filled with nothing but sweetness! Oh, and the scent of flowers too!

Pastries are delicious! But eating too many...

At just the right moment, Jialan handed over a cup of tea.

Ning Qing drank the tea his wife handed him.

I felt really happy.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Garan said something.

"My lord, could you please stop calling me 'wife' from now on?"

Ning Qing glanced at him.

"Oh, why? Don't you like it?"

Jialan's eyes flickered.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just..."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at Ning Qing.

Ning Qing lowered her eyes and gazed intently at the person in her arms.

"Just what? Hmm."

As if summoning her courage, Jialan looked up at Ning Qing.

"But I prefer to hear adults call me husband."

Ningqing...

Calling you husband? That's impossible!

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