The absurdity in bed finally ended.
Ling Shumo pushed Jiang He away, who was still leaning against him. Jiang He was a little reluctant. Ling Shumo said helplessly, "The ice basin in the room should have melted. The temperature has risen sharply now. You are still so close to me. Don't you feel hot?"
Jiang He squeezed towards Ling Shumo again, his eyes completely filled with happiness. "'Love is enough to satisfy one's hunger'. Being close to the one I love is like being close to an ice cube in the middle of summer. Your Highness is more useful to me than any number of ice basins."
Hearing Jiang He's words, Ling Shumo felt a little uncomfortable pulling her arm out of Jiang He's embrace. But the heat was too uncomfortable, so she called out to the servants outside to quickly add the ice basin.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and the room was bustling with activity. Several wooden basins filled with ice were placed in the corner of the wall. Soon, the heat in the room was suppressed by the coolness.
Ling Shumo said, "The envoys from the Xuanyou Empire sent some ice brocade material three days ago. Shangguan Xu only liked a few of the brightest ones, and the rest are piled up in the warehouse. You should buy a few more new clothes this season. Take any ice brocade and other new fabrics in the warehouse that you like."
Jiang He suddenly sat up from the bed, then leaned close to Ling Shumo and kissed her on the cheek.
The few pieces of ice brocade left in the warehouse, although they were the ones Shangguan Xu had picked out, were still extremely precious materials. Apart from receiving a reward from His Highness, no amount of money could be spent to buy them from outside channels.
Ling Shumo lay in bed for a while, and when she felt a little hungry, she asked someone to prepare food.
She has to take a shower and change clothes before eating.
Before Ling Shumo left, she accidentally glanced at Jiang He. Jiang He was smiling with his eyebrows curved, and it was unclear what he was laughing at.
Jiang He felt Ling Shumo's gaze and quickly got out of bed, "Your Highness, I'll help you wash up."
Ling Shumo did not refuse.
So, Jiang He hugged a bunch of bottles and jars, put a clean towel on his shoulders, and followed Ling Shumo into the bathroom.
Ling Shumo finally couldn't help but ask him, "What on earth are you laughing at?"
Jiang He was facing away from Ling Shumo at this moment. He placed the toiletries he had brought on the table and took the time to answer, "Is it not okay for me to feel happy just to see Your Highness?"
He blurted out these words, and only then realized that he was really too bold. Because of the indulgence of Her Highness the Crown Princess, he was no longer as timid as when he was first sent to the East Palace, and now his words and deeds have become more and more casual.
Jiang He turned back to look at Ling Shumo with some caution. Ling Shumo had just put his outer robe on the rack and did not seem to be angry at all.
So he put his heart back into his stomach.
The water in the bathtub was diluted to a suitable temperature by the servant.
Jiang He used a towel to create a fine, soft foam, then evenly applied it to Ling Shumo's body. The transparent foam was dyed with a rainbow of colors by the light, like a series of gorgeous pearls of varying sizes. However, these pearls only stayed on the skin for a short moment before quickly breaking and dissipating.
Jiang He scooped up a bucket of water and poured it on Ling Shumo. He looked at the foam that was washed away by the water, and suddenly a strange question arose in his mind.
Will the love and care that Her Royal Highness has shown him, and his happy life in the Anxiang Palace, one day, be shattered like a bubble?
Ling Shumo waved her hand in front of Jiang He's eyes. "What are you daydreaming about? If you keep going on like this, the water will get cold before you can even wash off the foam and dirt on me."
Jiang He finally came to his senses. He quickly poured clean water on Ling Shumo and forced the absurd thoughts out of his mind. His Highness was so kind to him, he shouldn't have thought of such messy things and scared himself.
Jiang He was distracted too many times today. Ling Shumo couldn't wait any longer. He helped him wipe the water off his body, and then he took a towel to wipe the water himself, and then put on his bathrobe.
Wait until we get to the restaurant.
The dinner Jiang He had prepared for her had long since gone cold. Now, the table was mostly filled with dishes newly delivered from the catering bureau, mixed with one or two dishes Jiang He had prepared, let cool, and then reheated.
The fried pork belly was still crispy and delicious. Ling Shumo looked at Jiang He with a smile, "I can see that you have been working very hard recently. Your cooking skills have really improved rapidly."
Jiang He was praised by Ling Shumo, and her eyes curved into crescents again, "As long as Your Highness likes it. As long as Your Highness is happy, I am willing to live in the kitchen."
Ling Shumo smiled and said, "I like the aroma of food on the dining table. If you live in the kitchen, you will be covered in the smell of cooking fumes."
Jiang He said, "I have never been in the kitchen before. Even if I smell of cooking fumes, it is because Your Highness insisted that I cook. If I get the smell of cooking fumes, it will be Your Highness's fault. It is clearly Your Highness's fault to apologize to me. If Your Highness dislikes me because of this, it will really hurt my heart."
Ling Shumo poured a bowl of porridge for herself and Jiang He respectively, and then she lifted the bowl in front of Jiang He, "Okay, I'll apologize to you. I'm now using the porridge instead of wine to apologize to Mr. Jiang He."
After Ling Shumo finished speaking, he drank the whole bowl of porridge, and he actually had some of the heroic spirit of a soldier drinking.
She smiled and asked, "Can Master Jiang He forgive me?"
Jiang He originally wanted to put on a stern face and make fun of Qiao and Ling Shumo in a pretentious manner.
But when he met Ling Shumo's dark, bright eyes, the corners of his mouth, which had been trying hard to keep tight, couldn't help but curl up, "How dare I not forgive Your Highness?"
A meal.
Ling Shumo filled her stomach.
Jiang He just ate a few bites casually and spent most of the time secretly looking at Ling Shumo.
Ling Shu's eyebrows were curved like a bow, and her eyes were like a galaxy. Her eyelashes were thick and long. Normally, she seemed so gentle, and people often forgot that she could have a sharp gaze. Rather than being elegant, her eyes were often deep and cold.
Jiang He thought that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
How could he be so worthy of being able to accompany the noble prince and be so favored?
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