From Chapter 10 onwards, we will eat together every day.
Yan Cang lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"I'm sorry," Chu Yunjin said softly, her voice filled with guilt and self-reproach. "It's all my fault that Mother Consort was harmed. I will definitely find a way to ensure that Mother Consort leaves the Cold Palace unharmed."
The Empress was in poor health and died in childbirth many years ago after giving birth to Princess Fu'an.
For many years, Emperor Zhaode did not establish an empress, and instead allowed the Consort to manage the inner palace, a position she held for more than ten years.
It's probably because the power of the imperial concubine and her son was too great.
With the mother wielding power in the harem and the son being the Grand Marshal of the Army, how could such a powerful figure not inspire fear?
Did the emperor ever have any suspicions about this son?
Was his decision yesterday to banish Consort Gu to the Cold Palace instead of ordering her execution also out of concern for his son's military power?
Or perhaps the Emperor knew perfectly well whether Consort Gu had an affair, but he was simply playing along.
In his previous life, Yan Cang was punished by the emperor and sent to the northern frontier because of a divorce. He did not return for many years. Consort Gu missed her son dearly, and her health deteriorated day by day. She was murdered in the deep palace by the concubines and eunuchs. She did not see her son one last time before she died.
Thinking of this, Chu Yunjin couldn't help but feel sad again.
The entanglement between Yan Cang and the original owner of the body has truly harmed too many people.
The more Chu Yunjin thought about it, the more she felt that the road ahead was long and arduous.
Nestled in Yan Cang's arms, she couldn't help but say again, "It's all my fault."
Unable to generously respond to her guilt with "It's okay," Yan Cang could only say indifferently, "Go to sleep."
Chu Yunjin lay back down on the bed, unable to suppress her wandering thoughts.
In the stillness of the night, we shared a bed.
A perfectly healthy and incredibly handsome man was lying right next to them. Shouldn't they just do something more intimate, like a spark igniting a fire?
Skin-to-skin contact, the pleasure of love, the fusion of bodies—the effects of these moments surpass any verbal explanation.
However, Chu Yunjin then realized that the rift between her and Yan Cang had not yet been resolved, since it involved his mother, which was different from other matters.
Skin-to-skin contact is too early.
Chu Yunjin closed her eyes, suppressing her shyness, and snuggled closer to him like a spoiled kitten.
Yan Cang was slightly surprised, then looked down at the woman in his arms, his expression softening visibly. After a moment of silence, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
Whatever her reason for changing her mind, whether it was because of the dream or because of guilt.
As long as she's willing to live a good life, that's fine.
...
The next morning, Chu Yunjin woke up in Yan Cang's arms.
He looked up and saw that Yan Cang was already awake.
Chu Yunjin didn't know when he went to sleep last night, but she knew that martial arts practitioners usually got up very early, so he must have woken up a long time ago.
Her voice was soft: "Good morning."
Yan Cang hummed in response.
Chu Yunjin sat up, leaned forward to lift the curtain, and looked at the sky outside: "Is the sun already high in the sky?"
Yan Cang's eyes darkened slightly.
Chu Yunjin slept on the inner side of the bed. When she leaned over and lifted the bed curtains, she was almost lying on top of him. In addition to the fresh fragrance after her bath last night, there was also the soft touch of her body...
Yan Cang closed his eyes, unable to resist clenching his hands to suppress the pounding in his heart.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Chu Yunjin saw that he not only didn't get up but also closed his eyes, so she couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his forehead with concern. "Did you not sleep well last night? Does your head hurt?"
Yan Cang's body stiffened, then he opened his eyes. The word "no" rolled around in his throat, but he silently swallowed it back.
He gave a shameful, soft "hmm": "I was probably just too tired yesterday, it's nothing serious."
Chu Yunjin bit her lip, her face showing heartache and guilt: "I'm sorry."
She has apologized many times since yesterday and this morning.
Yan Cang felt uneasy upon hearing this, and pursed his thin lips: "As long as you have truly come to your senses, you don't need to apologize anymore."
Chu Yunjin nodded and said, "I will prove it with my actions."
After washing up and changing his clothes, Yan Cang went out to practice a set of boxing techniques.
The maids came in to help Chu Yunjin change her clothes and do her makeup, and they also picked out exquisite hairpins and earrings for her.
After they were dressed, the head maid, Ade, led several maids in, placed breakfast dishes on the table, and brought water for the two mistresses to wash their hands.
Today's breakfast was quite substantial.
Chu Yunjin saw Yan Cang come in from outside and went up to him, taking his hand: "Yan Cang, from now on we will have meals together every day."
The maids standing in the room bowed their heads and stepped aside, silently letting out a sigh of relief.
Whatever the reason the princess changed her attitude, as long as she is willing to behave herself and stop causing trouble and chaos in the palace, they should all be truly grateful to God.
The breakfast was exceptionally heartwarming.
This was the first time since Yan Cang married Chu Yunjin that the two had sat down together for breakfast in such a peaceful manner.
She used to not only despise Yan Cang, but also everything related to Yan Cang.
She wouldn't even glance at any food that Yan Cang liked, and if a maid accidentally mentioned it, that dish could never appear on Chu Yun Jin's table again.
To prevent her from starving to death, Yan Cang had to do his best to hide his preferences, avoiding her during meals and not daring to let her know his tastes, not even his preference for tea.
This heartwarming scene feels like a dream.
Yan Cang wished time could stand still at this moment.
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