"Xiao Qingcheng, I..."
"Achen~"
"It hurts~"
Hua Qingcheng pulled Han Yichen's hand and gently placed it on her face where he had hit her.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Qingcheng, I didn't mean it. I just had a dream. In the dream, you were the emperor, and I was a concubine who was banished to the cold palace. I was pregnant with Xiao Qingqing and Xiao Xiaochen, but you ordered me to clean all the toilets in the palace. If I didn't finish, I wouldn't be allowed to eat. Woo woo..."
Han Yichen felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and he started crying again at the end.
"Achen~"
"What kind of nonsense are you thinking about?"
Hua Qingcheng was both angry and amused. She raised her hand and patted Han Yichen on the head. She really had no idea what to do with her third husband who loved to let his imagination run wild.
"Does it still hurt?" Han Yichen stroked Hua Qingcheng's face with a little guilt.
"What do you think? This is just the first time, and it won't happen again. After all, I am your wife. If you let me go out with your five finger marks on my head, people will know that I am henpecked, right?" Hua Qingcheng poked Han Yichen's chest with her finger, speaking half jokingly and half seriously.
"Then...how about...calling you back..."
Han Yichen seemed to have made up his mind, closed his eyes tightly, and put his handsome face in front of Hua Qingcheng.
"Bo~"
The expected pain did not come, and Hua Qingcheng gave Han Yichen a gentle and caring kiss on the face.
"Xiao Qingcheng, you..."
Han Yichen suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Hua Qingcheng in disbelief.
"My Achen is not only naturally beautiful, but also handsome and suave. Most importantly, he loves me deeply, and I can't bear to hurt him." Hua Qingcheng hugged Han Yichen's neck and whispered in his ear.
Hua Qingcheng loved this third husband dearly, so how could she bear to hurt him? And...it was indeed she who had wronged him and violated the "three rules", so that slap was her payback.
"Little Allure~"
Han Yichen's eyes were filled with tears and he choked slightly. He held Hua Qingcheng's face and kissed the red marks of her five fingers there.
Then he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, removed the stopper, and smeared some of the white ointment inside on Hua Qingcheng's face. As the cool touch came, Hua Qingcheng felt the burning sensation on her face disappear.
"Achen~"
Hua Qingcheng raised her hand and used her sleeve to wipe away the tears from the corners of Han Yichen's eyes.
"It's my fault. I didn't give you enough sense of security, which led to your wild thoughts."
This third husband loves her deeply and is willing to stick with her through thick and thin. Hua Qingcheng doesn't mind lowering herself to coax him.
"Then...then can you promise me that if you become the emperor in the future, even if I do something wrong, you can't banish me to the cold palace, and... and make me clean the toilet!"
Han Yichen curled his lips and looked at Hua Qingcheng with a face full of resentment. But his charming eyes were now filled with grievance.
"Okay, I promise."
Hua Qingcheng hooked Han Yichen's neck and gently kissed the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye.
"If I, Hua Qingcheng, were the emperor, as long as you didn't do anything that crossed my bottom line, then you, Han Yichen, would definitely be the most favored royal prince in the six palaces!"
Hua Qingcheng never imagined that her sincere vow would one day come true...
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