Zhao Zhi stared wide-eyed at Yun Zhang's hastily fleeing figure. After a long while, she chuckled softly.
This teacher, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, became more and more interesting after experiencing life and death.
Just then, a warm breath brushed against her ear. Zhao Zhi suddenly turned her head, but accidentally brushed her lips against the lips of someone who had appeared behind her without her noticing.
She took a step back in alarm, looked at Lin Muhan with a puzzled expression, and suddenly laughed: "Are you jealous?"
"The one who's jealous must be that Imperial Noble Consort who just fled in disarray, Your Majesty."
Lin Muhan stretched out his long arm, put his arm around Zhao Zhi's waist, gently pulled her forward, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply.
It took him a long time before he reluctantly let go of her.
Zhao Zhi touched her swollen lips, pushed Lin Muhan away forcefully, walked to the desk, sat down, picked up a red pen and began to correct the memorials, ignoring Lin Muhan.
Lin Muhan sat down to the side and, seeing the three-tiered food box quietly placed beside him, opened it without any hesitation and began to eat.
It must be said that the food in the imperial kitchen was indeed quite good. Although it couldn't compare to what the chefs in one's own household could make, it was still delicious and visually appealing.
When only a few memorials remained from the mountain of documents in front of Zhao Zhi, she suddenly remembered that Lin Muhan was still there. So she put down her vermilion brush, stretched, rubbed her sore eyes, and looked towards Lin Muhan.
He had eaten everything in the three-tiered food box, leaving nothing for her. Zhao Zhi cursed inwardly, "That bastard! He actually ate everything!"
She couldn't help but feel annoyed, thinking that this guy seemed to be taking her less and less seriously.
Lin Muhan was resting his chin on one hand, his eyes closed, and his breathing even. In Zhao Zhi's view, he was obviously asleep.
He had been feigning sleep, not actually falling asleep, but simply not wanting to disturb Zhao Zhi's handling of state affairs. However, he noticed a gaze fixed on him for a long time, but without any hostility, so he relaxed and continued to doze off.
Seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, Zhao Zhi suddenly felt like playing a trick on him.
She tiptoed to Lin Muhan, slowly squatted down, picked up the vermilion brush on the table, and gently drew a floral design on his forehead. After finishing, she nodded in satisfaction, then quietly admired her masterpiece.
The cool strokes of the pen, like icy raindrops, fell into Lin Muhan's heart, instantly dispelling his drowsiness.
However, he couldn't bear to open his eyes. He couldn't bear to disturb the rare boudoir pleasure of his beloved. He was willing to indulge her little bit of whimsy and happiness.
He couldn't help but think of Da Xuan's two children, who had "lost" their father at a young age, while their mother devoted herself to Buddhism in the princess's palace, never to see the outside world again. He felt a pang of guilt for severing his familial ties with Xuan'er and Xiao Xiao so early. But he couldn't bear to see Zhao Zhi struggling alone in Yun Dynasty.
He needs to protect his woman personally to feel at ease.
The powerful clans of Yun Dynasty are deeply entrenched, and these forces are the biggest obstacle to Empress Zhao Zhi's implementation of her new policies. He wants to become her sharp blade, using his identity as a scholar from a humble background to carve a crack in the powerful clans and allow the new policies to infiltrate.
Thinking of these things, his long, thick eyelashes, as black as raven feathers, trembled slightly, as if he might wake up at any moment.
Seeing that Lin Muhan was about to wake up, Zhao Zhi hurriedly put away the vermilion brush in her hand and carefully returned to her desk.
When Lin Muhan finally opened his eyes, Zhao Zhi was still sitting behind his desk, focused and attentively reviewing memorials, just as he had been before he fell asleep.
He curled his lips into a smile, slowly rose, bowed respectfully, and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, after several days of deep thought, I feel that my heart and mind are in perfect harmony with Your Majesty's. I am willing to use my meager talents and abilities to serve Your Majesty like a dog or a horse for the rest of my life, at Your Majesty's beck and call."
Zhao Zhi held the vermilion brush and looked at him, asking with delight, "My dear minister, are you willing to become my imperial consort?"
Lin Muhan gazed at her affectionately and nodded, saying, "Your Majesty, I am more than willing. My body and soul are willing to serve Your Majesty for all eternity."
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