"Qingqing, are you okay?"

The carriage returning to the East Palace today was two quarters of an hour later than yesterday.

The uneasy Mu Lige went straight to the gate of the East Palace and waited. The moment he saw Hua Qingcheng returning safely, he finally let go of his worry.

In the afternoon, the Feng family used the excuse of sending a servant to Si Chengfeng as a dowry to force Zuo An into the Eastern Palace. This way, he could enter and exit the Imperial Palace and the Imperial College with legal authority and protect Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige.

(Generally, concubines in the imperial harem were not allowed to leave the palace at will. The emperor sympathized with Hua Qingcheng because she grew up in the common people and did not place too many restrictions on her. He even allowed his concubines in the imperial harem to take her to and from the Imperial College.)

Zuo An, who was supposed to stay in the East Palace to fulfill his duty of protecting Mu Lige, was sent to the Imperial College to check on Hua Qingcheng if she was safe because Mu Lige felt inexplicably uneasy.

Although he was somewhat puzzled by Mu Lige's unfounded idea, he was still worried about Hua Qingcheng's Zuo'an, so he followed Mu Lige's instructions and came to the Imperial College. Unexpectedly, upon his arrival, he encountered the scene of Hua Qingcheng being attacked by a masked man in black.

"I'm fine. Brother Li, why are you at the gate? It's so windy here, go back quickly."

Hua Qingcheng rubbed Mu Lige's hands, which had grown cold from standing in the wind, and then took off Feng Lingyan's new cloak and tied it on Mu Lige. Then, Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige, draped in rosy clouds, walked into the main hall of the East Palace in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Brother, Xiao Qingcheng was attacked by a group of masked men in black in the Imperial College and almost died!" As soon as he entered the hall, Han Yichen said angrily to Mu Lige, who was sitting at the top by Hua Qingcheng.

"Achen! How can it be so exaggerated?"

Hua Qingcheng glared at Han Yichen unhappily, because she clearly felt that Mu Lige was holding her hand a little tighter.

"Qingqing, what exactly happened?" Mu Lige's face was solemn, and his starry eyes were full of heartache as he looked at Hua Qingcheng.

Seeing Han Yichen reveal the attack on her, Hua Qingcheng had no choice but to tell Mu Lige everything. After all, hearing only a partial understanding of something is the most worrying and uncomfortable thing.

"Qingqing, starting tomorrow, let Zuo An follow you to study at the Imperial College."

Mu Lige is now pregnant and can't take care of himself. He can only endure the humiliation in his heart and temporarily hand over his little wife to other men for protection.

For Yu Mulige, compared with Hua Qingcheng's safety, those inaudible little emotions in his heart are nothing.

"Brother Li, how can that be possible? You are in poor health now and will give birth in three months. You cannot be without someone available by your side." Hua Qingcheng refused directly.

Hua Qingcheng was fully capable of protecting herself. Furthermore, in life-or-death situations, she could hide in space. Mu Lige, despite his martial arts prowess, was burdened by the pregnancy, his yin and yang being disrupted. He was the one who needed the most protection.

"Brother, I have a good idea. From now on, I will escort Xiao Qingcheng to school every day, and let that taciturn Zuo'an stay in the East Palace to protect you, brother!"

Han Yichen was still holding his breath when he recalled how Zuo An had not allowed him to fight the black-clad man in the Imperial College. Furthermore, he had been worrying about how he could sneak out from under his elder brother's nose and go to the Imperial College every day, and now he had a legitimate reason.

"Okay. Then it will be as you said, third brother. From now on, you will send Qingqing to school every day. (And protect her secretly)" Mu Lige said after thinking for a while.

"Brother, that... wouldn't it be too hard for my third brother? I think it would be better for my third brother and I to take turns sending Qingcheng to the Imperial College."

Situ Ye suddenly walked into the hall from outside. He had just learned from Feng Wu about Hua Qingcheng's attack in the Imperial College. Now, upon entering the hall, he heard his eldest brother and third brother discussing who would take their wife to school.

"Brother, I'm not tired."

Han Yichen curled his lips. He would love to be able to send his young wife to and from school every day...

"Okay, starting tomorrow, my second and third brothers will take turns taking Qingqing to school."

Looking at his two attentive brothers who were secretly happy, Mu Lige rubbed his brows with a headache, bypassed Hua Qingcheng's opinion, and made the decision directly.

Hua Qingcheng: ...

At four quarters past the hour of Xu, Hua Qingcheng, after taking a bath, came to the study again to do the homework assigned by the teacher of the Imperial College today.

Hua Qingcheng refused the 100 trees that Han Yichen "forced" Si Chengfeng to draw, and painted them seriously on her own. Han Yichen had no choice but to sit beside her and accompany her.

At the same time, in the study of Lingkun Courtyard, Mu Lige was also reading a book.

"Yingyi, has the princess gone to bed yet?"

"Not yet." Her Highness is currently painting in her study, completing the painting lesson assigned by the Imperial College teacher today.

"Is there anyone helping her?"

Mu Lige paused as he was turning the pages of the book, and glanced at the secret guard beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes. Han Liangce forced Si Liangce to paint a hundred trees, but Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess rejected his kindness and was painting seriously in her study." Ying Yi reported truthfully.

"Oh……"

"It seems that the noodles I made for her last night were not in vain."

Mu Lige's lips curled up slightly, his eyes were leisurely, as if he was recalling the sweet past he and Hua Qingcheng had.

…

The hour of Xu.

The princess's bedroom and study.

"Achen~"

Hua Qingcheng finished the painting and the homework assigned by Wen Siyin. As soon as she put down her pen, she saw Han Yichen napping on the beauty couch beside her.

"Achen~"

Hua Qingcheng came to the beauty bed and admired her third husband carefully.

The palace lantern at the door of the study cast a soft light, and the candlelight in the room flickered.

The man on the couch was dressed in green, with his three thousand black hair emitting a faint fragrance casually draped behind him. He looked lazy and leisurely, handsome and free and easy, just like a lotus flower emerging from the water without being stained by dust.

His skin was fair, his long, thin eyelashes drooped slightly, and his narrow, alluring eyes were now hidden beneath his eyelids. His high nose bridge, thin lips, and angular facial features all indicated that he was a strikingly handsome man.

Hua Qingcheng suddenly felt reluctant to disturb her, so she just squatted quietly in front of the beauty's bed, afraid of ruining this beautiful picture of the handsome man resting.

"Little Allure~"

The man who had been resting with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes. His narrow and charming phoenix eyes were evil and charming, and his teardrop mole was slightly flashing. He looked at Hua Qingcheng with a confused and charming look.

As the charming and alluring voice of the handsome man before her drifted towards her, Hua Qingcheng suddenly felt a shudder all over her body. This enchantress was trying to seduce her again...

"Achen~"

"Haven't you always wanted Xiao Qingqing and Xiao Xiaochen? I'll satisfy you now..."

Hua Qingcheng stepped forward, cupped the man's face, and gently kissed his beautiful eyes...