If anyone dares to make any move, that would be even worse, as they would be walking into a trap.
Although the concubines did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on the surface when they heard the emperor's order, they still felt very uncomfortable in their hearts.
Does Your Majesty really not care about them?
Jun Zechen ignored the concubines' longing looks. After all, many concubines didn't see His Majesty for several months.
He forcefully took Su Jingyao's hand and prepared to walk inside.
As Su Jingyao stood up, she whispered instructions to Miaoyun.
"Miaoyun, serve some cakes and tea to the palace masters."
"Yes, master." Miaoyun responded quickly.
After entering the warm room, Su Jingyao's picturesque eyebrows frowned.
She wanted to pull her delicate hand out from Jun Zechen's tightly gripping hand, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free at all.
Jun Zechen forcefully led her to the table where breakfast was already set.
His sharp eyes scanned the area, and then he ordered in a deep voice, "All of you, step back."
As he finished speaking, all the palace servants retreated respectfully.
Jun Zechen sat down leisurely with a gentle and doting smile on his face.
"Yaoyao is pregnant now and can't stand the cold. This stool is cold. I will hold Yaoyao."
After saying that, without waiting for Su Jingyao to react, he placed her gently on his lap.
Su Jingyao's eyebrows slightly furrowed again, and she said softly, "Your Majesty, the stool is cushioned, so it won't be cold. Besides, how can I eat with Your Majesty holding me in your arms?"
"I feed Yaoyao."
As Jun Zechen spoke, he picked up a flower cake and brought it close to Su Jingyao's pink lips.
Su Jingyao took a look and said softly, "It's too big."
Jun Zechen used chopsticks to cut the flower cake into pieces, and then fed the smaller half back to her mouth.
After Su Jingyao ate it gently, she continued, "It's a bit dry."
Jun Zechen picked up the water beside him and gently fed it to her mouth.
Su Jingyao took a small sip and then continued giving instructions.
Sometimes he says the soup is a little hot, sometimes he says the dessert is a little sweet, sometimes he wants to eat this, sometimes he wants to eat that.
Since Jun Zechen wanted to pretend to be a caring husband in front of her, she might as well test how much patience he had.
Jun Zechen saw that although she still had a cold face, as long as she was willing to accept his closeness, it would be fine.
It didn't matter how she made things difficult for him; she even enjoyed it.
After the meal, Jun Zechen personally helped her rinse her mouth and wash her hands, really caring for her like a fragile porcelain doll.
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