Chapter 122 Taking the initiative to approach

It was just past dinner time, and there was still a lingering trace of pastel-colored sunset glow on the horizon, dyeing the sky a soft orange-red.

These past few days, Jun Zechen had even lost the desire to summon the imperial concubines for show.

Since she doesn't care at all, would it be a nuisance for me to summon the concubines to the Qianqing Palace?

In the past, when dealing with memorials, Jun Zechen could temporarily put aside his upset emotions, but once he finished dealing with the memorials, the little moments he had spent with her would always emerge involuntarily in his mind and would not go away.

He didn't want her to be just his queen at all, she was his wife, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Jun Zechen unknowingly walked to the gate of Kunning Palace, stood there quietly, looked up and stared at the three big words "Kunning Palace" for a long time.

The vermilion palace gate appeared more solemn and profound in the gradually dimming light, and the plaque above the lintel seemed to exude an ancient atmosphere in the afterglow.

His eyes were filled with an inexplicable and complex emotion, making it difficult to grasp the exact meaning.

An Shun followed behind him, quietly looking up at His Majesty.

My Majesty, if you want to go in, please go in quickly. The Empress is definitely waiting for you to coax her. If the stalemate continues, I'm afraid the misunderstanding will only get deeper and deeper.

An Shun could only sigh in his heart.

The reason why Jun Zechen stood at the door without moving was because he really didn't know how to face her. After hesitating for a moment, he finally took a deep breath, raised his legs and walked into Kunning Palace.

At this time, Su Jingyao was sitting quietly at the table having dinner.

When she saw him walk in, she showed no surprise. She calmly put down her chopsticks, stood up and saluted, "Your Majesty, I am your concubine."

Jun Zechen walked quickly to her and said softly, "Get up."

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to reach out and hold her hands in front of her.

Su Jingyao's expression was still as calm as water, but when she heard him asking her to get up, she slid her hands to both sides of her body without leaving any trace, skillfully avoiding his touch.

Jun Zechen's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes dimmed slightly, and an indescribable bitterness surged in his heart.

He looked at Su Jingyao's calm expression, as if he was just an unimportant person to her.

This feeling made him feel as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

"Your Majesty, have you had dinner yet? I am still eating. If Your Majesty wants to eat more, I will have someone set the table for you."

After Su Jingyao dodged his hand, she took a small step back and continued speaking slowly.

Jun Zechen's gaze first fell on his empty hands, and then moved to her slightly lowered eyes, calm face.

I just felt suffocated again and again.

"I have already had dinner, Yaoyao, please continue. I will accompany you."

Jun Zechen tried hard to make his voice sound gentler. He didn't want to make her unhappy again this time.

Su Jingyao nodded slightly, still without any unnecessary emotion on her face.

He sat down again naturally, picked up his chopsticks, and continued to enjoy his dinner at a leisurely pace.

She ate her meal as leisurely as before, and Jun Zechen sat quietly beside her.

His eyes were fixed on her from beginning to end, filled with complex emotions.

However, Su Jingyao seemed unaware of his fiery gaze and continued to eat her meal as if no one was around, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Jun Zechen's eyes moved inadvertently and suddenly caught a glimpse of the pot of chrysanthemums on the table.

His brows suddenly wrinkled.

Looking at this flower, the scene of accompanying Concubine Shu to appreciate the flowers in Yu Garden that day came to my mind.

His heart couldn't help but tighten. With these chrysanthemums placed here, wouldn't Yaoyao be reminded of what he did in the Yu Garden that day every day?

Wouldn't it be harder for Yaoyao to forgive him if she looked at the chrysanthemums every day?

"I remember Yaoyao likes bright flowers like peonies, why is there a pot of chrysanthemums here?"

Su Jingyao's face was calm, and she said calmly: "The concubine likes chrysanthemums. Didn't His Majesty arrange for the people in the greenhouse to cultivate chrysanthemums?"

"Now, we cultivate various kinds of chrysanthemums in the greenhouse, including green chrysanthemums, pink chrysanthemums, black chrysanthemums, and even rarer ones such as the fairy ganoderma and the ten-foot pearl curtain. They are all very beautiful chrysanthemums."

Jun Zechen's brows furrowed even tighter, and his expression darkened slightly.

"If Concubine Shu likes it, the greenhouse will cultivate some for her. As for the flowers in Yaoyao Palace, the greenhouse naturally cannot neglect them."

"The variety of chrysanthemums that Concubine Shu wants the greenhouse to cultivate is very rare, and the servants in the greenhouse have limited energy."

"I am not too obsessed with flowers. Since His Majesty has ordered the greenhouse to pay close attention to Concubine Shu's needs, I don't want to embarrass the greenhouse staff, so I will let the palace servants cultivate chrysanthemums without worry."

Su Jingyao's tone was still indifferent, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Peony is not a flower suitable for this season, and it is not easy to cultivate it. It would not be good if we put too much pressure on the people in the greenhouse."

Su Jingyao said sympathetically, with a perfect smile on her face, but that smile did not reach her eyes.

"I....."

Jun Zechen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't say anything.

At that time, Concubine Shu asked the greenhouse to cultivate chrysanthemums. He just regarded it as a trivial matter and did not think that cultivating some chrysanthemums would affect the flowers sent to Kunning Palace?

"I will let the people in the flower room continue to cultivate peonies tomorrow. If Yaoyao still has flowers she likes, she can let the flower room cultivate them. Yaoyao is the empress, why should she wrong herself?"

Jun Zechen looked at Su Jingyao, his eyes full of guilt and pity.

"I am your majesty's empress, and I should be tolerant to everyone in the harem, maintain harmony in the harem, and prevent the concubines from complaining. These are just trivial matters, and your majesty does not need to do this."

After that, Jun Zechen would occasionally find topics to talk about, and Su Jingyao would respond while finishing her dinner at a leisurely pace.

After dinner, Su Jingyao continued to do her own thing as if no one was around. She first focused on dealing with some matters concerning the six palaces.

After finishing, she picked up another book, sat at the table and started reading, her eyes moving slowly across the pages.

Occasionally, she would put down her book and pick up a pen to write on paper.

Jun Zechen had been silently by her side, watching her every move, his eyes full of attachment and infatuation.

It seems that Jun Zechen is determined to stay in Kunning Palace tonight.

He didn't leave even though he was ignored. Could it be that he was determined to make peace with me?

It was almost midnight. After Su Jingyao and Jun Zechen finished washing up, Su Jingyao sat in front of the dressing table in the bedroom.

Her eyes fell calmly on the mirror, and she gently combed her long hair with a comb in her hand.

Jun Zechen sat on the bed, his eyes always fixed on Su Jingyao, as if he was waiting for something.

After carefully taking care of her skin, Su Jingyao walked over slowly wearing only a thin undergarment.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. Go to bed early."

After saying that, she lay down by herself, with her back to Jun Zechen. Her thin figure looked a little cold.

Jun Zechen was startled at first, then he secretly relaxed some of his tension and lay down on the outside, facing her.

Hesitantly, he reached out his hand towards her waist, his hand trembling slightly, as if with a hint of uncertainty.

When his hand was gently placed on her waist, Su Jingyao clearly felt the movement on her waist, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she ignored him.

Seeing that she didn't react, Jun Zechen not only didn't back off, but instead went even further and hooked his hands around her waist.

He exerted a little force on his hands, trying to bring the person into his arms.

"Yaoyao."

Jun Zechen called softly, his breath brushing lightly against Su Jingyao's ears with a hint of warmth.

But the woman in his arms still didn't react at all, as if she didn't hear his call at all.

Jun Zechen could only increase the strength in his hands, as if this would make him have a stronger presence in her heart.

His brows wrinkled slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.