That day at Danyan Tower, he guessed the identity of that "Lu Zhao".

They found Lu Zhao's inexplicable hostility both laughable and absurd.

Offering to send Su Wanwan was merely a test for Lu Zhao.

Yang Zhen prided himself on his talent, yet he had never harbored such possessive desires for any woman.

Therefore, rather than saying he was interested in Su Wanwan, it would be more accurate to say that he was curious about this intense romantic relationship.

An emperor actually abandoned his status, changed his name, and went into hiding to get entangled with a widow who was caught in the eye of a media storm.

He even went so far as to depose the empress, overcome various difficulties, and marry this widow as the empress.

Even a scholar like him knew that he should follow his family's arrangements and marry a lady from a prestigious family of equal social standing.

What kind of feelings must it take to be so stubborn?

Seeing his son so calm and composed, Yang Ting gradually calmed down as well.

Yongxiu was not the kind of person who was frivolous and unrestrained; he should not have done anything as bold as seducing the Empress.

"You must be more careful in your actions in the future, so as not to give others any leverage against you."

Yang Zhen then bowed respectfully, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"Your son will heed your teachings and investigate this matter thoroughly."

He had previously gifted many poems, calligraphy, and paintings to his friends, so it wouldn't be surprising if they were used as material for articles.

But why force a romantic relationship between him and Empress Su?

Who is behind this?

The mystery surrounding this is truly baffling.

Because Yang Tingyan had strictly forbidden anyone in or out of the Yang family, Yang Zhen did not leave his home either. Instead, he sat quietly in his study, meticulously analyzing the intricacies of the matter.

Yang Zhen was somewhat surprised when Gu Ziyu came to visit, but he still came out to meet her.

He had only heard of Gu Ziyu's name, but had never actually dealt with him.

...

When Lu Xingjian returned to Kunning Palace that evening, his expression was very cold.

Su Wanwan brought over a teacup and asked softly, "Has something happened?"

Lu Xingjian looked tired and gave her a cold look: "No."

But the way he looked didn't seem like he was alright.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Su Wanwan did not press him for details, but changed the subject.

Have you had dinner yet? Would you like a late-night snack?

Lu Xingjian was about to rub his temples when he heard this and looked at her, his gaze pausing slightly.

"No."

It's actually quite late now.

Su Wanwan thought for a moment and said, "Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Lu Xingjian raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming even colder: "Hmm."

Having been pampered since childhood, how could she possibly cook?

He wants to see.

Lu Xingjian followed Su Wanwan to the kitchen.

This put Su Wanwan under immense pressure.

Her only intention was to stay away from him, so as not to be chilled by his icy aura.

Even more stressed than her was the old woman on duty at the stove.

What are the Emperor and Empress doing in the kitchen all the time?

The old woman, with her thick waist twisting, hurriedly bowed, barely daring to breathe, and almost dropped the soup spoon in her hand.

Lu Xingjian stood at the kitchen doorway, hands behind his back, quietly watching Su Wanwan busy herself.

Su Wanwan stood there silently for a while, going over the process in her mind.

But I wasn't entirely confident.

She rarely cooks and has almost forgotten how.

I only remember the taste of scallion oil noodles: very light, very warming, and comforting.

Lu Xingjian's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer, along with a hint of doting affection that he himself was unaware of.

Trying to save face by pretending to be rich when you're not; let's see how you explain that.

The old woman was shrewd; she asked nervously in a low voice, "What does Your Highness want?"

"I want to make scallion oil noodles."

That's easy.

The mother-in-law breathed a sigh of relief: "Shall we knead the dough first?"

"Okay." Su Wanwan's eyes brightened considerably, and she added with a hint of gratitude, "I can do it myself."

Su Wanwan was wearing a pinkish-purple undergarment, and with the sleeves rolled up, her two fair and delicate forearms were exposed.

Her hair was loosely tied back, revealing a slender and graceful swan neck.

No matter what she does.

At least this picture of a beautiful woman washing her hands and preparing soup is quite pleasing to the eye.

Su Wanwan isn't exactly a good cook; she only knows one dish: scallion noodles.

It was Xiao Bin who taught her that when he helped her escape from pursuers back then.

Facing her is difficult.

However, with the help of a clever old woman, the ratio of water to flour was just right, and the old woman herself quickly kneaded another lump of dough.

Su Wanwan learned it on the spot, and it actually turned out quite well.

As for the proportions of seasonings such as scallion oil and salt, her mother-in-law would efficiently prepare them for her.

Water was boiling in the pot here, and the noodles were just taking shape when the water boiled.

Once the noodles are cooked and placed in a bowl, add the seasonings and pour hot oil over them. The aroma of scallions fills the air, instantly whetting the appetite.

The old woman had already quietly prepared several cold dishes, including braised beef.

After setting out the two bowls of noodles and taking them out, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead.

Shaking his head, he wondered what kind of strange trend was going on today.

The emperor and empress actually came to the kitchen together.

She was so frightened that her legs almost went weak. She thought something had gone wrong with the catering service and that someone was coming to confront her.

In the dining room.

The couple sat facing each other, each with a large bowl of steaming noodles in front of them.

The simple, everyday atmosphere of life is palpable.

It's very simple.

Lu Xingjian's eyes glazed over for a moment.

At this moment, they seemed like the most ordinary couple in the world.

The wife cooked a bowl of hot noodle soup for her husband who was returning home late at night.

Especially since there was still some flour on her right cheek, she sat opposite him, looking at him gently.

Seeing that he hadn't touched his chopsticks, Su Wanwan assumed he didn't trust her cooking skills, so she picked up her chopsticks and tried a noodle.

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