Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun stopped and frowned, saying, "Haven't we only walked a short distance?"
"I haven't gone hiking in so long," Rong Qingqing said sheepishly.
She hadn't expected Xie Jingrun to bring her hiking; if she had known earlier, she probably wouldn't have come.
At first, she found it somewhat novel, but now she really couldn't climb anymore.
Xie Jingrun suddenly took off the basket he was carrying and put it aside. Then he squatted down in front of her and said, "Put the basket on your back, and I'll carry you."
Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment, looking at his broad back, and hesitated, "You're going to carry me?"
"Hurry up," Xie Jingrun urged.
Rong Qingqing had no choice but to get up, put the bamboo basket on her back, and then lie on his back.
Xie Jingrun placed his hands on her hips and carried her on his back.
Rong Qingqing came to her senses and felt her buttocks burning.
Although there was fabric between them, his palms were very hot, and the heat transmitted through the fabric made her blush and her heart race.
This guy, he never misses an opportunity to take advantage of her, no matter when or where.
Although the hillside was steep, Xie Jingrun carried a person on his back as easily as walking on flat ground.
Rong Qingqing gradually relaxed, leaning on his shoulder. Seeing the envious glances from the young women around them, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
“My lord, let’s go there.” She suddenly pointed to a steep slope and said in a light tone.
Xie Jingrun paused, turned around and glanced at her. "What did you call me?"
Rong Qingqing belatedly realized what had happened and said somewhat shyly, "It's nothing."
"Say it again." Xie Jingrun stood still with a smirk on his face.
Seeing that he wouldn't leave unless she called out to him, Rong Qingqing had no choice but to lean close to his ear and whisper, "Husband..."
The woman's sweet fragrance wafted over, causing Xie Jingrun's heart to flutter.
He gave her a deep look, lifted her up slightly by her hips, and walked forward with firm steps.
...
It was already evening when they returned to the palace.
After washing the herbs she had picked, Rong Qingqing placed them in a well-ventilated place to dry, intending to make them into sachets once they were dry.
Of course, her needlework skills were poor, and she didn't plan to do it herself, but she could ask an embroiderer to help her sew more, and then she could give them away as gifts.
Looking at the herbs drying in the sun, Rong Qingqing felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
This is what she and Xie Jingrun picked up from the mountain. Although it is a very ordinary thing, it is really precious that he was able to take time out of his busy schedule to take her hiking and picking herbs, so that she could experience the joy of folk festivals.
"Your Majesty..."
At this moment, Xingchun's anxious voice interrupted her thoughts.
She snapped out of her daze, looked at Xingchun who looked uneasy, and asked calmly, "Are you willing to talk now?"
Xingchun, her face pale, knelt down on the ground. "This servant didn't mean to hide it from you, this servant..."
Rong Qingqing rubbed her temples and interrupted her, "I know you mean well, but I don't like being kept in the dark. Even if your intentions are good, you've been by my side for a long time, so you should understand my personality. I don't want this to happen again."
Xingchun lowered her head and said with great remorse, "This servant understands and will never be presumptuous again."
Rong Qingqing sighed, "You should get up first."
"Yes." Xingchun stood up as instructed.
“Tell me exactly what happened that night,” Rong Qingqing said, sitting down beside her and watching her with a leisurely air.
Xingchun then recounted everything she had seen and heard that night.
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