Chapter 88 King Zhou Turns into a Jealous King
When Yuwen Che stepped into the inner hall of Guanju Palace, Su Luoxue was leaning against a soft pillow in the candlelight, holding a needle and thread in her hand, intently sewing something. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her expression serious, and her fingers were holding a small silver needle. Her movements were somewhat slow, obviously due to the inconvenience caused by her pregnancy.
He approached quietly, his gaze falling on the clothes in her hands… It was a men's undergarment, judging by the size…
He smiled almost imperceptibly, but deliberately asked, "Is this... for me?" He paused, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery, "Or... for your brother who's about to take the imperial examination?"
Su Luoxue looked up when she heard the voice. When she saw him, a soft smile immediately bloomed on her face, with a hint of pride: "Ache's clothes are made by the Imperial Clothing Bureau. How could I possibly make a fool of myself? I... I naturally made them for my brother. He studies hard, and as his younger sister, this is all I can do to show my appreciation."
Yuwen Che looked at her radiant smile, but a strange pang of jealousy welled up inside him. He deliberately straightened his face and squatted down in front of her, a position that allowed him to look her in the eye. He reached out and gently pushed aside the unfinished undergarment on her lap and the sewing basket beside her, then took her hand holding the needle without a word.
"Then you can't do it." His tone was somewhat indifferent, but his eyes held something else.
Seeing his seemingly serious demeanor despite clearly caring, Su Luoxue felt her heart melt; she adored him. She gently squeezed his calloused fingers in return, leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with gossip, and whispered, "A-Che… are you… jealous?"
Her directness made Yuwen Che's ears burn slightly, but he didn't deny it. Instead, he took advantage of her close proximity, his forehead almost touching hers, his deep eyes locking onto her, and frankly admitted, "Yes."
He leaned very close, his warm breath brushing against her cheek, his voice deep and clear: "I'm jealous. Your thoughts and energy should now belong to me and our child. I wouldn't be happy if even a tiny bit were given to your brother."
Looking at his handsome face so close to hers and hearing his almost domineering declaration, Su Luoxue blushed, but her heart felt as sweet as honey. She couldn't help but chuckle softly, reaching out her free hand to gently tap the tip of his nose: "So domineering."
Yuwen Che caught her mischievous fingers, holding them in his palm, his tone still carrying a hint of feigned displeasure: "I am domineering. So, will you obey me or not? Are we still going to make these clothes?"
Looking into his eyes, where there was no doubt about the deep affection and a touch of childlike stubbornness, Su Luoxue nestled obediently into his arms, her voice soft and sweet: "Okay, I won't do it anymore. I'll do whatever you say, okay?"
Yuwen Che was finally satisfied. He carefully wrapped his arms around her, avoiding her protruding belly, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head. He inhaled her light fragrance, and the gloom in his heart caused by political affairs and hidden worries seemed to be dispelled a little by the warmth in his arms.
Su Luoxue tilted her head slightly and gently pressed her soft lips to his cheek.
Then, with a hint of triumphant coquettishness, she whispered, "Are you really not going to do it anymore? But..." She drew out her words, looking into his eyes, "This was originally... made for you."
Yuwen Che was stunned.
The feigned dissatisfaction and sourness from before were still lingering on his face, and he was caught off guard by her sudden kiss and the unexpected turn of events. Looking at the lively light in her eyes, he immediately understood that he had just been teased by her in a little way.
The inexplicable jealousy in my heart vanished instantly, replaced by a warm feeling of being cherished and a helpless mix of laughter and tears.
"Fine," he said, his eyes darkening as he approached her with a dangerous aura, his fingers gently squeezing her palm. "How dare you toy with me?"
Seeing his reaction, Su Luoxue smiled even more sweetly and shrank back, but he still held her in his arms. "Who told A-Che to be so easily fooled? No matter how well the Imperial Wardrobe does, it's still the palace's rules. What I make myself is what I truly care about." As she spoke, her voice gradually softened. "I just want... for you to wear the clothes I made right next to you."
Yuwen Che's heart melted completely. How could he bear to blame her? He lowered his head and nuzzled her forehead against hers, his tone full of indulgence and pampering: "It was my fault, I wronged Xue'er. Well... if you want to continue, then continue, but don't overwork yourself. You can only do needlework for a little while each day, okay?"
"Okay! I understand," Su Luoxue nodded vigorously, her eyes crinkling with joy.
“However…” Yuwen Che changed the subject, his fingertips gently tracing the cheek she had just kissed, his gaze fixed intently on her, “the punishment for mocking me cannot be left like this.”
Su Luoxue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gave him a reproachful look: "Then what does A-Che want?"
Yuwen Che chuckled, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Su Luoxue's ears instantly turned bright red, and she lightly punched his shoulder: "Hey~ How can you be so indecent!"
Yuwen Che chuckled at her reaction, gently pulling her into his arms, filling the hall with a warm and sweet atmosphere. "Only for you... forever... forever..."
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