Does Your Majesty like it?
The boy's voice carried a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of probing.
He had indeed dressed up for the occasion today. Even though he usually didn't pay much attention to his appearance, he had to put in some effort to please her since he was going to be with her.
Fu Sang nodded and said directly, "It's very beautiful."
Jiang Linxian's eyes flickered slightly as she extended her slender fingers, picked up the teapot, and poured tea for her.
The young man's every move was elegant; even pouring tea was indescribably graceful.
The two sat facing each other.
Outside the window is the scenic garden of Yingyue Palace, with its rockery and flowing water. Occasionally, a bird's song can be heard from the trees, making the scene seem poetic.
Fu Sang took a sip of tea and couldn't help but glance at the pastries on the table.
Jiang Linxian naturally noticed this little action.
Fu Sang cleared his throat and said, "You already know about the assassin being captured at Qingya Palace, right?"
Jiang Linxian said calmly, "I know."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Prince Ouyang was injured by an assassin, and His Majesty was very distressed and sent many tonics to him."
An embarrassed look appeared on Fu Sang's face.
Is my little darling jealous?
Even if someone is mature beyond their years, their jealousy reveals a touch of youthful exuberance.
He was no longer as unapproachable as before, and his words put her under considerable pressure.
"Well..." she said awkwardly, "It's just acting, you know."
Ouyang Ziming was, after all, a hostage from Tianxing Kingdom and an important character in the plot. How could he get Ling Shuangxue to take the bait without putting on an act?
Jiang Linxian's fair and slender fingers, each as white as jade, held the exquisite jade cup and took a sip of tea.
There was a moment of silence.
He said, "Your Majesty is putting on an act; don't become a character in the play yourself."
Fu Sang couldn't help but reach out and grab his hand, her brows furrowing slightly as she asked, "You don't believe me?"
Jiang Linxian shook her head slightly and said, "Your Majesty has misunderstood."
"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just..." he seemed hesitant to speak, "In my heart..."
He pushed the pastries on the plate towards him, saying, "Like these pastries."
Fu Sang was really craving something, so he stretched out his slender, white fingers, picked up a piece of pastry, and said, "Then I'll try this pastry."
This statement is somewhat ambiguous.
A suspicious blush flashed across Jiang Linxian's face, and she lowered her long eyelashes.
When Fu Sang ate the pastry, her little face wrinkled slightly.
This plate of pastries looks incredibly delicious, but it's actually a plate of sour jujube cakes!
It tastes pretty good, but it's a bit sour.
Fu Sang quickly swallowed, picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, and stuck out his little tongue.
"It's so sour!"
Who made this jujube cake? Come out here!
-My teeth!
-My cheeks!
-My taste buds!
A smile appeared on Jiang Linxian's handsome face, a vivid smile that was hard to look away from.
"Your Majesty," he said in a good mood, "do you know how I feel?"
Fu Sang: "..."
I understand.
You didn't just feel jealous, you ate a whole plate of sour jujube cake.
My little darling is quite cunning...
She even suspected that the plate of pastries was prepared on purpose.
Hmph, you big bad guy.
"I understand."
She blinked and said, "I will immediately have someone bring back the tonics that were sent to Qingya Palace."
Jiang Linxian's thin, beautiful lips curved slightly as she said, "That's not necessary. Since His Majesty has already sent it, why take it back and arouse his suspicion?"
Seeing that the boy was extremely happy, Fu Sang changed the subject.
"Last time we consummated our marriage...did I do anything?"
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