Fu Yao put down his pen. Since he had just had a short nap, the noise was still tolerable for him.
He pressed his eyebrows.
He had the same strength as the woman, but everything was different. So he could only lower his hands and look at Sun Jinlu beside him: "Tell me everything that happened just now."
Sun Jinlu responded, then hesitated, "Should I write it down for you to see?"
Fu Yao: "No need, just say it directly."
He also wanted to see the effect of this so-called "massage".
"...Yes." Sun Jinlu tried to make his shrill voice sound normal. "After Jiang Yuzi entered the palace..."
Fu Yao interrupted him: "Start from when I fell asleep."
Sun Jinlu tried to organize his words: "I just saw Jiang Yuzi press her hand, and you rubbed her hand and fell asleep."
Fu Yao: “?”
Sun Jinlu carefully observed the emperor's expression, "Jiang Yuzi wanted to pull her hand away, but you held it tightly, and she was afraid of waking you..."
Fu Yao almost thought he was still dreaming: "Go on."
So Fu Yao listened to the whole story of how he lay on the other person's legs, and when she wanted to leave, he put his arms around her waist to stop her, and finally he was stuffed with a pillow before he calmed down.
Fu Yao: “…”
He felt his head start to hurt again, but this time it was not due to a headache.
Did the Jiang family drug him?
Fu Yao recalled the special aroma he had smelled in his hazy consciousness. He tapped the table with his fingertips and ordered, "Go check her sachets and fumigations, and also where she learned her massage techniques."
Fu Yao suppressed the urge to summon Jiang Jiang immediately and forced himself to be rational.
It would be fine if she was an ordinary person, or even a criminal, but she couldn't be a member of the Jiang family.
But even after being away from her husband for only a while, Fu Yao began to miss her again.
She twisted the jade ring on her finger with her fingertips, her expression puzzled.
The cold touch couldn't suppress the inexplicable restlessness in his heart. He stared at the fading candle on the table. The flame danced in his dark eyes, reflecting a dark and unclear emotion.
"Ridiculous." He whispered, not knowing to whom he was talking.
His fingertips unconsciously brushed against his temple, where the touch of a woman's fingertips seemed to linger—soft, warm, with just the right amount of strength. Fu Yao abruptly withdrew his hand, as if he had been burned.
Sun Jinlu carefully served the new tea, but saw that the emperor was staring at the tea leaves floating in the teacup in a trance.
==
Jiang Jiang returned to Chuxiu Palace carrying a lantern, accompanied by two imperial maids.
Perhaps because of Sun Jinlu's instructions, they all treated her with great respect.
Jiang Jiang pushed open the door and saw that Yu Zhiqing was still awake. She had lit a candle, and when she saw her, her eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
She almost rushed over to check on Jiang Jiang's condition.
I breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that no limbs or body parts were missing.
"Why are you back so late? Did His Majesty give you a hard time?"
Jiang Jiang shook his head and tucked her back into the quilt, saying, "No, he fell asleep, so he was delayed for a while."
Yu Zhiqing huddled back into the warm quilt and replied, "Oh, he fell asleep. No wonder."
“......?”
"Wait a moment?"
“Falling asleep?!”
Jiang Jiang covered her lips and asked, "Are you going to wake up everyone else and prepare to be scolded tomorrow?"
Yu Zhiqing pulled her hand away, held it, and said sincerely: "Jiang Jiang...if what you said is true, no one would dare to scold us. You will protect me, right?"
Jiang Jiang: “?”
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