A tall, slender figure walked into the hall.
Fu Sang looked up and stood there, stunned.
Tonight, Jiang Linxian did not dress as simply and elegantly as usual, but instead wore a gorgeous red robe, like a groom waiting for his bride on their wedding night.
The young man, dressed in plain clothes, looked like an immortal, but now, dressed in a red robe, he is astonishingly beautiful as a demon.
She was still in a daze when the boy walked up to Fu Sang.
She was awakened by the boy's clear voice.
"Your Majesty, why are you looking at me like that?"
Fu Sang snapped out of his daze and asked, "Why are you wearing red?"
Does consummating a marriage mean wearing wedding attire to celebrate?
Jiang Linxian's eyes flickered slightly, and her beautiful, deep red lips parted slightly: "Isn't it pretty?"
“No.” Fu Sang shook his head, thought for a moment, and replied, “I was just a little surprised.”
Then, she added, "You look great in red, more beautiful than any man from a noble family."
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Linxian did not show any joy upon hearing this. Instead, she said quietly, "Is this how Your Majesty praises other young masters?"
Hmm.
Fu Sang never expected that the seemingly elegant little darling would say something so sour.
And so.
She looked up at the boy, leaned closer, and blinked.
Are you jealous?
Jiang Linxian pursed her lips and said, "No."
He just suddenly realized that His Majesty must speak like this in front of other men as well.
Fu Sang shook his head and sighed, feigning disappointment, "Just now I thought you were jealous and secretly pleased."
Before the handsome young man could explain.
She continued, "So you don't like me after all. I was just being delusional."
Jiang Linxian had never dealt with women before, let alone this silver-tongued woman who was his wife.
Seeing her belittle herself like that made me feel a little unhappy.
“Your Majesty,” he said softly, “you are not being presumptuous.”
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Fu Sang immediately smiled beautifully, her eyes sparkling, and said, "You mean you were indeed jealous just now?"
Upon hearing this, the boy fell silent.
Fu Sang took the initiative again, taking two steps toward him.
The two were very close, seemingly able to smell each other's fragrance, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread.
Fu Sang's beautiful eyes were fixed on the boy, determined to force him to speak.
"Does it exist or not?"
Jiang Linxian's long, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing the fleeting embarrassment in her eyes, and she said, "Yes."
Fu Sang chuckled mischievously, pretending not to hear, and said, "Speak louder, I didn't hear you clearly."
Jiang Linxian's eyelashes trembled even more violently, casting a clear shadow under his eyes, and his handsome face, which was like a finely sculpted face, was tinged with a faint blush.
"Yes." The voice was a little louder.
Fu Sang couldn't help but smile, and he almost wanted to rush over and hug the little darling.
Thinking of his frail body, I rationally restrained myself.
Take it slow and maintain your public image.
Wait, that's not right.
The character in this world is a flirtatious empress, and it doesn't matter if she acts recklessly and breaks her character.
Where is His Majesty?
The boy's voice rang out in the hall, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.
What is Your Majesty's opinion of Lin Xian?
Whether to treat him as another male concubine, favoring him when you like him and discarding him like trash when you don't.
If that's the case...
How should he deal with this?
A good husband should be generous and considerate of his wife.
But he absolutely could not tolerate it.
He desires a love where he is with one person for life.
If His Majesty cannot give him such a promise, then he will have no feelings for her whatsoever.
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