Chapter 42 Madam has been thinking about it for a long time...

Xiao Ji hesitated and couldn't bring himself to say the word. Seeing his hesitation, Qing Wu didn't force him. Instead, he felt even happier. He was so innocent, so he must have never talked to any girls before.

Qing Wu, in a good mood, didn't care what Xiao Ji thought. He watched Zhao Tong and others leading their horses in from a few dozen steps away, and immediately went forward to help.

Zhao Tong didn't dare ask Qing Wu for help and quickly refused: "Hey, Madam, you are responsible for taking care of the master. We will do the dirty work."

But it was difficult to clean out a palace this big today. Qing Wu laughed and said, "If I don't help, we don't know where to sleep tonight."

After saying that, he walked away on his own. No one else thought there was anything wrong with what he said. Only Xiao Ji, sitting in his wheelchair, fell into deep thought again, and his face became redder the more he thought.

Everyone was busy and no one had time to pay attention to his expression.

They worked until the evening, and finally cleaned out the bedrooms in the main hall and the side rooms on both sides. Qingwu originally planned to cook, but forgot about it because he was so busy.

She did not care about her status and worked hard. Zhao Tong and others were so busy working that they even forgot about their master. By the time they remembered because they were starving, it was already past noon. Xiao Ji's face was pale with hunger in the corridor.

When Zhao Tong came over with a wry smile to get him some food, Xiao Ji was a little angry and whispered, "Do you still remember me, your master?"

But when he saw Qing Wu coming towards him, Xiao Ji's remaining words got stuck in his throat. Especially when he saw the gray marks on her cheeks and the thin layer of sweat at her temples, his anger subsided.

She was hungry too.

When Qing Wu got close to him and was about to speak, he heard the young man in the wheelchair say, "Didn't you promise to cook for me?"

The tone had softened considerably, and sounded aggrieved. Zhao Tong, who was standing on the side, suddenly became disheveled and stared at his master as if he had never seen him before.

Qing Wu finally remembered what she had said casually, and replied with a guilty conscience: "I'll make it for you right away..."

But when she thought about it, she realized that she didn't bring any pots, pans, rice or flour. She asked Zhao Tong again, but as a man, he would never have thought of this.

"I saw some smoke rising from cooking fires in the distance. I think there are still people living nearby. I'm going to use my money to buy some things and borrow their stove."

But seeing Qingwu's busy and rosy face, how could Xiao Ji ask her to continue working?

Finally, they ate cakes and tea until nightfall, when they finally settled in for bed. Qingwu hadn't brought any cooking supplies, but he had plenty of copper basins, which they set up outside the palace to boil some water for washing.

Zhao Tong took out the quilt he had brought from the palace and laid out the pillows one by one, praising him happily, "Thank goodness Madam for reminding us when you came. Otherwise, how could we have prepared everything and had a comfortable sleep in this desolate place?"

He spoke with great joy, not noticing Xiao Ji's unnatural expression.

After cleaning for half a day, they only managed to clear three rooms, one for the two eunuchs and one for the two maids. The remaining room was naturally for him and her.

The thought of sharing a bed with her made Xiao Ji clench the wheelchair armrests tightly. Zhao Tong, however, kept leaning out the window to report to him.

"The two Zhus are carrying the copper basin to the nearby palace. I guess the Madam is going to take a bath."

Xiao Ji listened in a trance and asked subconsciously: "Where did the pig come from?"

This made Zhao Tong laugh so hard that he fell backwards. He laughed and replied, "Hahaha, master, it's Zhu, not Zhu. The two maids beside the lady are called... maybe Jinzhu, Yuzhu, or Baozhu."

When Zhao Tong thought about it, he seemed to remember that the maidservant beside his wife was called Jinzhu, so why was she called Yuzhuzhu now?

Before he could think clearly, Xiao Ji gave him a cold look. "If I have a name, just call me by it." Zhao Tong shrank his neck, but the smile on his face remained. He came over and asked, "Your Highness, would you like to take a bath?"

Xiao Ji didn't understand what was going on, and frowned, "Isn't it inconvenient to be at the palace for the first time? I haven't sweated much today, so I'll let you guys use it first."

After being left out for an entire afternoon, Xiao Ji had a clearer understanding of his commoner status. He also had a broken leg, so he was exempted from doing those rough labors. He didn't want to be a burden to them anymore.

But Zhao Tong still stood beside him, and urged: "In my opinion, even if you don't bathe, you still have to..." Seeing that he was not only talking nonsense but also hesitating, Xiao Ji looked at him impatiently: "What do you want to do?"

But Zhao Tong's expression looked a little strange, and that smile... was really awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Zhao Tong couldn't help but worry when he saw his master's innocent look. After hesitating for two breaths, he gritted his teeth and said, "At least clean her buttocks, right? Otherwise, Madam..." After that, he blinked his eyes ambiguously.

Now, even if Xiao Ji was slow-witted, he understood. His face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. He wanted to scold Zhao Tong but was afraid of being heard outside, so he lowered his voice and scolded, "What are you thinking about? What can I do with my legs?"

But Zhao Tong was curious when he saw his blushing master, or perhaps because of his wife's recent attitude towards the master, he became bolder. Not only was he not afraid, but he said with a hint of meaning:

"Master, your broken leg is different from my broken leg. Besides, even if you don't plan to do anything, what about Madam? Madam has been thinking about it for a long time."

Zhao Tong didn't want to say that about his wife, but after the marriage was not consummated on the night of the wedding, Liangdi's wife was indeed very proactive. She either came to serve tea or invited the master to her palace, which was full of the meaning of seeking favor.

"Master, I want to say something fair. I didn't marry you to be a widow. In the past, I was provided with fine clothes and delicious food, and it was okay to suffer a little injustice in this regard. Now that I am in this situation, I am still willing to follow you. It shows that I love you deeply. You can't even satisfy me with this."

Xiao Ji originally wanted to scold Zhao Tong for his nonsense and secretly speculated about the woman, but as he listened, he felt guilty and actually felt that it made sense.

It is the natural law for husband and wife to respect each other. Today he has chosen her as his wife, and he really shouldn't let her down in this regard.

However, the two identical faces exchanged back and forth in front of his eyes, which made Xiao Ji feel painful. When he first realized his feelings, Xiao Ji was still able to stick to his heart, but after being in contact with his wife for a whole day, he began to waver in his heart.

It's fine that there are twins in this world, but how come the personalities of these twins are also 60% similar?

Xiao Ji felt that he was fickle and heartless. Just as he was hesitating, Zhao Tong popped his head out and reported, "It seems that the lady has bathed and is combing her hair outside. Please hurry up."

Xiao Ji also became nervous for some reason and said hurriedly, "Oh, okay, prepare some water."