The next day.
Rong Qingqing inevitably overslept.
The thought of having to serve tea to the Emperor Emeritus and Empress Dowager made Rong Qingqing's scalp tingle, but she had no choice but to speed up her washing up.
Just as she finished dressing, Xie Jingrun came in from outside.
He did not attend court today because of his wedding, and he also had to take her to offer tea to the Emperor Emeritus and Empress Dowager. Therefore, he was wearing a wide, bright red robe.
His cold and aloof expression, set against the fiery red background, surprisingly possessed a touch of gentle warmth and jade-like grace.
Seeing him come in, Rong Qingqing still felt a little uneasy, and her mind inevitably drifted back to the enchanting moments of the previous night.
Even now, her groin is still hurting.
Noticing his gaze, she lowered her head slightly, revealing a section of her fair neck.
Xie Jingrun's gaze lingered on her fair neck for a moment.
The red marks on it testify to the debauchery of last night.
Thinking of what happened last night, a suspicious blush appeared on his handsome face. He stepped forward, took her hand, and walked out. "Go directly to Shouning Palace. Father is there too."
"Okay." Rong Qingqing responded softly and followed his steps outside.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she noticed that Xie Jingrun had become somewhat gentle.
He was even considerate of her situation and slowed down his pace.
Just as she was lost in thought, the man's breath suddenly brushed against her ear, "Does it still hurt?"
Rong Qingqing looked up, and when she met the man's concerned gaze, the slight unease she felt vanished instantly. She nodded honestly, "A little."
She had barely finished speaking when the man swept her up in his arms.
Rong Qingqing was startled and quickly grabbed his shoulders, whispering, "What are you doing? Put me down right now."
"We'll release it when it arrives." Xie Jingrun's voice was gentler than usual, but his tone left no room for refusal.
Rong Qingqing frowned, reminding him, "It wouldn't be good if someone saw us."
"Who dares to gossip?" Xie Jingrun said dismissively.
Rong Qingqing choked.
When they reached a fork in the road, they encountered Feng Mo and Rong Yiyi, who were on their way to the palace.
The two were also on their way to Shouning Palace to pay their respects to the Empress Dowager.
Seeing Xie Jingrun carrying Rong Qingqing over, Feng Mo came back to his senses, his eyes dimmed, and he bowed slightly to the Emperor and Empress, saying, "Your subject greets Your Majesty and Empress!"
"Your Majesty and Empress, I have come to pay my respects!" Rong Yiyi suppressed her jealousy and quickly followed suit.
"No need for formalities." Xie Jingrun was in a good mood, and he didn't find the two of them so unpleasant anymore.
Rong Qingqing felt a little embarrassed, tugged at Xie Jingrun's sleeve, and whispered, "Put me down."
Xie Jingrun glanced at her and saw that she was a little flustered and embarrassed. Instead of putting her down, he tightened his arms around her.
Rong Qingqing: "..."
Because there were outsiders present, she didn't dare to struggle, but being held so intimately by Xie Jingrun in front of others made her feel really embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Feng Mo and Rong Yiyi straightened up and looked at the two people walking past, both feeling somewhat complicated.
The former felt disappointed, while the latter felt uneasy, mostly jealous.
Anyone who isn't blind can see that the emperor dotes on the empress.
Even though it was only a short distance to Shouning Palace, they couldn't bear to let her go.
Thinking about it, Rong Yiyi felt both hatred and jealousy.
What incredible luck did Rong Qingqing have?
Now, not only does he surpass her, but he is also so deeply loved by a man.
"I never imagined my older sister would be so resourceful." She seemed to be muttering to herself, but just loud enough for Feng Mo to hear.
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