With the emperor around, there can be no trouble.

Qiao Yu, who had just finished her meal, heard the eunuch report that the emperor had turned over the sign of Lan Zhao Palace tonight. She was surprised for a moment, then showed a look of joy like a little girl.

As far as he could remember, Yan Fu did not come to Lan Zhao Palace the next day. Although Qiao Yu felt a little tired of having to work overtime, it was good news after all.

The palace maids serving beside them couldn't help but feel happy with their master.

"The Emperor has arrived—"

The eunuch had a long, sharp, and piercing voice, but the entire harem didn't think his voice was unpleasant and they wished they could hear it every day.

Qiao Yu: "May the Emperor be blessed."

Yan Fu: "My beloved concubine, please excuse me. Are you feeling better?"

After Qiao Yu finished her greetings, Yan Fu stepped forward and helped her up as if he loved her very much.

If you are really so affectionate, you wouldn't let yourself do the whole thing before pretending to dote on me.

Qiao Yu was secretly complaining, and at first a puzzled expression appeared on his face:

"I'm not sick, am I?"

The man looked down at the girl's watery eyes, which revealed the innocence and ignorance that belonged to her age, but also exuded a charm that was not in line with her age.

Yan Fu leaned over and whispered in the girl's ear, somewhat ambiguously:

"Now that my beloved concubine has recovered, no matter how much you cry and beg tonight, I will not be soft-hearted."

Suddenly, something in the girl's head seemed to explode, and her delicate little hands tried to push the man away coquettishly:

"Your Majesty, please stop making fun of me."

The girl turned her little face away, as if she didn't want Yan Fu to see her red cheeks.

She whispered softly, "The night is getting darker and the dew is heavier. I have prepared some soup for Your Majesty to warm him up."

In fact, at this moment, Yan Fu was more like holding Qiao Yu's slender waist and kissing her bright red lips:

It's enough for me to have you to warm me up.

But Yan Fu knew that if he really said that, the girl would probably dig a hole and bury her head like a rabbit, and it would be bad if he really made her angry.

Thinking of this, Yan Fu's smile grew even wider.