The man's breath sprayed onto her head, and Jin Mudan could feel his gaze fixed on her, causing her ears to turn red.
Seeing her shyness, Mo Lingchen suddenly came to his senses, subtly withdrew his hand, and distanced himself from her.
The two entered the dining room, and Mo Lingchen was stunned when he saw the familiar dishes on the table.
These are all Peony's specialties!
And that bottle of Shaoxing wine that I haven't had in a long time.
All of this felt like a return to the days spent with Peony.
"You're pleasantly surprised, aren't you? I specifically learned this from Su Yujiao."
"Everyone says she cooks well, this princess wants to see just how delicious she is."
"She swindled me out of several thousand taels of silver just for these few recipes."
"Try it quickly."
As Jin Mudan spoke, she personally served him food, looking at him expectantly, hoping to gain his approval.
But the man's expression suddenly changed, and he said sarcastically, "What is the princess doing?"
Does deliberately imitating someone you look down on prove that you're not even as good as her?
Jin Mudan pretended not to understand the man's sarcastic remarks, and was not angry. She still smiled and said, "I don't understand what you're saying. Are you saying I imitated Su Yujiao's cooking?"
"How can this be called imitation? This princess paid for it."
"She sold this recipe to me, the princess."
"Try it quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of food and held it to the man's lips, her expression gentle, considerate, and full of expectation, seemingly even a little pleading.
I wonder if it was just his imagination!
How could Chu Qinghe, with her proud personality, possibly adopt such a humble attitude?
This left him somewhat at a loss, like punching cotton – it didn't hurt or itch, but instead made him very unhappy.
He didn't eat the food she offered him; instead, he picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.
This tastes... exactly the same as the one made with peony?
Despite his cold treatment, Jin Mudan didn't care at all and ate it herself with a smile.
"Wow, this is delicious."
"I must say, Su Yujiao is actually quite skilled at cooking."
"I followed her recipe exactly."
"I never expected that I, the princess, would have such a talent for cooking."
"Qiuyue and Qiuxia were just helping me, but they can't even pick vegetables properly. They've only made things worse."
Mo Lingchen glanced at her. She seemed to be in a very good mood today, not only talking a lot but also smiling the whole time.
Chu Qinghe was usually arrogant and treated everyone she spoke to like a favor, which annoyed him.
Today is quite different!
"What do you think? Is it to your liking?" She looked at him expectantly.
The man replied indifferently, "It's acceptable!"
"If you like it, I can make it for you every day."
"Princess, there's no need for you to go to such lengths to please me."
Normally, if he used the word "flattery" to describe Chu Qinghe, she would immediately change her expression, then throw a tantrum, and might even overturn the table and then ridicule him.
She will uphold her princess status and authority!
But today, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she readily admitted it.
Is it that obvious?
"In ordinary families, isn't it always the wife who tries to please her husband? If the wife is angry, the husband will buy her things to appease her."
Don't you think this is how couples should normally interact?
"I think it's great, I enjoy this kind of ordinary happiness."
Mo Lingchen stared at her, his eyes seemingly filled with both inquiry and doubt. Could Chu Qinghe really say such a thing?
"Have a little."
Jin Mudan poured him a glass of wine and then asked, "Did you not watch my dance carefully on Father Emperor's birthday?"
The man didn't say anything!
"I knew you weren't looking carefully."
"I'll jump for you alone."
"I'm going to change my clothes. I've been learning this dance for a long time."
After Jin Mudan finished speaking, she quickly ran away, and Mo Lingchen stared at her back thoughtfully.
Chu Qinghe was different today; she kept referring to herself as "I" as if it were a natural habit.
Normally, she would refer to herself as "this princess" in a haughty manner.
"Princess, why have you suddenly changed into a dancing dress?"
"This princess will dance for her husband."
Qiu Xia frowned: "Princess, you just fell off the platform and haven't fully recovered yet. Let's wait until you're fully recovered before jumping."
What if he gets hurt again?
"The prince consort may not care, but I do."
"It's alright, I'm in a good mood today and I just want to dance a bit to get some exercise."
"You are not allowed to follow me. Do not disturb this princess and her husband's time together."
"yes."
Qiu Xia stared at Chu Qinghe's back and muttered to herself, "The princess is too infatuated, but the prince consort is ungrateful."
"When has the princess ever lowered herself to fawn over anyone like this?"
Qiu Yue also sighed, "Love arises without knowing its origin, and deepens with each passing moment."
"I hope the prince consort will not betray the princess's deep affection."
When Chu Qinghe entered the room, Mo Lingchen was drinking alone, and he wasn't in a good mood that night.
It wasn't because he always thought of peonies, but because he could always see the shadow of golden peonies in Chu Qinghe.
He didn't know if this was a sign that he had changed his mind.
He also didn't know if Chu Qinghe would continue to be so devoted to him, and if he could still bring himself to poison her.
"Husband, do I look good in this?"
Mo Lingchen did not respond to her, and she did not care.
Instead, she danced gracefully at the dinner table as usual, enjoying seeing Mo Lingchen so infatuated with her.
At first, Mo Lingchen didn't watch carefully, but instead drank one cup after another. Apart from the dance of the peony, he couldn't appreciate the dance of anyone else.
Moreover, Chu Qinghe was a beginner, and her movements were stiff, rigid, and incredibly awkward.
But to everyone's surprise, she danced exceptionally well tonight, a completely different performance from the one she gave at the birthday banquet that night.
Did I drink too much?
He felt as if a peony was dancing in front of him, and every smile, every gesture, was as if the peony had come to life.
Mo Lingchen became completely mesmerized as he watched, his gaze unfocused, as if he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
Jin Mudan circled behind the man, her fair and soft hands gently resting on his shoulders, teasing him in a subtle way.
Mo Lingchen, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, pulled the person into his arms and made him straddle his lap.
The woman blushed, knowing he was interested and what was about to happen, so she took the initiative to press herself against him.
Mo Lingchen cupped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her forcefully, with an unprecedented passion and intensity.
Jin Mudan wrapped her arms around his neck and responded passionately, "No...not here...let's go back to the room..."
This is where we eat; the door is still open, and there are servants outside.
Hearing the woman's soft breathing, Mo Lingchen suddenly came to his senses. When he realized what he was doing, he pushed the woman away from him and left quickly with a cold face.
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