The next morning.

Guan Zhiyue hadn't gotten out of bed yet when all sorts of sounds came from outside the tent: training sounds, wrestling sounds, shouts, cheers—all kinds of sounds reached her ears!

"Awake?" Li Qiji's voice came from the side.

Guan Zhiyue was startled and immediately asked, "Ah, what are you doing here?"

Li Qiji walked over with a rather ambiguous air and sat down next to Guan Zhiyue, asking softly, "Then where does my wife think I should be, my husband?"

"Um?"

The voice carried a hint of ambiguity.

Guan Zhiyue couldn't stand the atmosphere. What was this bastard doing, going crazy so early in the morning!

"Don't talk to me in that seductive voice, it makes me uncomfortable!"

The more Guan Zhiyue said that, the more flirtatious Li Qiji became. He leaned close to her ear and blew a breath of hot air, which made Guan Zhiyue kick Li Qiji. It was just too embarrassing.

"My wife, you have such great strength!"

"roll!"

Li Qiji stood up from the bed and said with a smile, "Alright, get up and get ready. I won't tease you anymore."

Guan Zhiyue crawled out of bed, glared fiercely at Li Qiji, then got up to get her clothes from the foot of the bed, quickly put them on, and started washing up.

"By the way, who was that person last night? I don't remember him at all." Guan Zhiyue suddenly remembered the man from last night while washing her face.

Li Qiji gripped the book in his hand tighter, his tone slightly sour, and said, "My wife, with such a handsome and dashing man like me sitting in front of you, why are you still thinking about other men?"

"My lady, could it be that you've taken a fancy to that pretty boy from last night?"

Rosamund Kwan: ​​Pretty boy?

She felt that the man from last night wasn't fair-skinned at all; he wasn't even as fair-skinned as their imperial advisor!

That's a real pretty boy! Dressed in a purple Taoist robe!

Li Qiji didn't hear Guan Zhiyue's reply. Instead, he grinned and laughed, and a surge of jealousy welled up in his heart.

"Yue'er, do you think you've taken a fancy to that pretty boy from yesterday?" Li Qiji walked up behind Guan Zhiyue again after some time, gently hugged her from behind, and complained.

Guan Zhiyue was utterly speechless, completely speechless!

"What did you eat? Why have you turned into such a whiny person?"

Where is your machismo? Where is your innate dignity? Where is your domineering aura?

Li Qiji didn't want that. He wrapped his arms around Guan Zhiyue, pulling her into his embrace, and then said with a smile, "Those are all illusions. It's better to have a reliable wife!"

Rosamund Kwan: ​​....

Could it be that he lost his mind while on a sea voyage? That shouldn't be possible!

I was still thinking last night!

Could it be that the young man took it?

Guan Zhiyue was completely baffled, but she didn't want to think about it anymore; thinking too much would only be a burden!

"Alright, let go of me. You're making my back feel cold! It feels like there are needles sticking out of my back."

Li Qiji: ...

It seems Yue'er has really fallen for that pretty boy. Yuan Ningsu, don't let me see you again.

*****

So, people can't stand being talked about. They had just finished one topic when the person from the other topic had already arrived outside their tent.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince of Ningjian Kingdom requests an audience!" Ji Wu reported loudly at the door.

Li Qiji glanced at Guan Zhiyue, who was already dressed and had straightened her clothes before saying in a deep voice, "Let him in."

As soon as she finished speaking, the bright and cheerful sound of spring breeze came from outside.

"Little Yue'er, I've come to see you. How are you feeling today? You're not having an upset stomach anymore, are you?"

After hearing what this damned man said, Guan Zhiyue clenched her hands tightly, wanting nothing more than to rush out and scratch his annoying face.

"You're the one with an upset stomach, your whole family has an upset stomach."

Yuan Ningsu wasn't annoyed. He simply lifted the curtain and went in with a smile, looking at Guan Zhiyue and laughing, "Hahaha, little Yue'er, you're still as mischievous and adorable as ever!"

"Come on! Nobody stays the same forever; everyone changes."

"Hmm, I do believe that, but my feelings for Xiao Yue'er have never changed." Yuan Ningsu, with the air of a refined young gentleman, played with the folding fan in his hand, giving off a very dashing vibe.

Li Qiji, who was standing to the side, had already glared at Yuan Ningsu several times.

"Oh my, my little Jiji, what's with that expression? You look so bitter and resentful!" Yuan Ningsu felt a chill, turned around and looked over, then grinned mischievously.

Upon hearing Yuan Ningsu's address, Guan Zhiyue wanted to laugh out loud, but she clenched her fists tightly and didn't let out a sound of laughter. However, her trembling shoulders betrayed her inner turmoil.

"Ugh!" What a disgusting word. Luckily, I haven't eaten yet, otherwise I'd probably throw up my breakfast this morning.

Upon hearing this title, Li Qiji's face immediately darkened. Li Qiji is Li Qiji, or Qiji is Qiji, why is he calling me Little Jiji?

Fuck you, Xiao Jiji.

"Brother Yuan, why does your mouth, which is usually so foul, smell so bad today? Did you eat shit this morning?"

Yuan Ningsu was not annoyed. He walked over to Li Qiji while fanning himself and plopped down on the long table in front of him. One leg was dangling on the table and the other was on the ground, swinging back and forth, looking quite comfortable.

"Get down! You have no manners at all, whether you're standing or sitting. Are you still the crown prince of a country?"

"No, I don't want to come here and have to listen to your nagging."

"This is a gift for Xiaoyue'er, to calm her nerves and as a greeting gift." Yuan Ningsu took out a very beautiful jade flute from his sleeve.

The jade flute was light green and only about the length of an adult's palm; it was exquisite and beautiful.

Li Qiji looked at the jade flute that Yuan Ningsu handed him and said with a look of disdain, "Isn't this your lucky charm?"

"Sigh, what more could I need for a lucky charm? I'll just give it to Xiao Yue'er as her lucky charm!"

Li Qiji said speechlessly, "Why don't you go and get it for her yourself? She can't play the flute. This gift you gave her shows absolutely no sincerity."

Yuan Ningsu said, "Little Yue'er, you didn't ask me for a gift, so of course I'll give it to you."

Li Qiji was speechless!

Guan Zhiyue sat in the inner room, combing her hair while listening intently to the conversation between the two people outside.

It changes its expression every few minutes, comparable to the face-changing performances of Sichuan and Chongqing, making it practically an all-purpose color palette.