Su Jingyao struggled to break free from the man's arms, like a light butterfly falling from him.
Her body was slightly unstable, swaying as she walked towards the bedroom step by step.
Jun Zechen stared at her back with his deep eyes. He took a few steps forward, stretched out his broad arms, and easily picked her up.
"Let go, I want to get down, I don't want you to hold me!"
Su Jingyao's small hands kept pushing him, and her slender legs kept kicking randomly, as if venting her dissatisfaction.
Jun Zechen's big hands held her tightly like iron.
"Yaoyao, be good. I was wrong today and made Yaoyao sad."
After Jun Zechen entered the bedroom, he put the person on the bed and then ordered someone to bring in the hangover soup.
Su Jingyao sat on the bed angrily, hugging her knees tightly with her arms, glaring at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes.
Jun Zechen looked at her like this and sighed softly.
Not only was there no anger in my heart, but I felt more pity and love.
He held her on his lap and coaxed her tirelessly, his deep voice ringing in Su Jingyao's ears.
But she remained silent.
Although she was acting today, she did drink quite a bit of alcohol and her head was a little dizzy at the moment.
After being in the role for a long time, it seems like I am really angry.
Miaoyun brought the hangover soup over. After Jun Zechen took it, he whispered in her ear and coaxed her to drink it.
"I don't drink."
Seeing that he insisted on making her drink the soup that smelled disgusting, Su Jingyao began to twist and struggle on him again.
She won't drink it.
Jun Zechen knew that she was a little drunk, and he could do nothing about her making such a fuss.
"Be good and drink the hangover soup. Yaoyao, do you want to wake up with a headache tomorrow?"
Su Jingyao was annoyed by him. The hangover soup in the harem was made of ginger, licorice and sandalwood powder, and the taste was really not that good.
"It tastes terrible. I don't want to drink it."
She swung her hand violently, knocking over the bowl that the man was holding close to her mouth.
The bowl rolled off the footstool beside the bed and rolled to the ground, and the water in the bowl spilled onto the soft carpet.
Su Jingyao and Jun Zechen seemed stunned for a moment by this sudden situation.
Su Jingyao was a little confused.
Jun Zechen stared at her with his inky black eyes. No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous to him.
Su Jingyao's heart suddenly became panicked, and this commotion sobered her up a lot.
Miaoyun, who was standing by, shook violently the moment the medicine bowl fell to the ground, and then knelt down at an extremely fast speed.
With his head lowered, he wanted to curl himself up into a ball to minimize his presence.
His Majesty will not show mercy to her, even if he treats his own master the same way.
At this time, it is better to reduce your presence.
Su Jingyao gently blinked her thick eyelashes. She felt the pain in her waist from being pinched by the man.
The expression on his face instantly became extremely aggrieved, and he looked like a wounded deer.
Jun Zechen looked at her quietly for a long time, without much anger in his heart.
He is the emperor, could he really want to argue with a drunk girl?
Then, he said slowly, "Miaoyun, bring me another bowl of hangover soup."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Miaoyun responded quickly and then quickly retreated.
When Miaoyun brought the sobering soup again, Jun Zechen took it with a hint of compulsion in his voice.
"Yaoyao, do you want to drink it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"
After Su Jingyao regained consciousness a little, she silently took the bowl of medicine from his hand.
She frowned tightly on her small face and drank the sobering soup in the bowl as if she was going to die.
After drinking it, she handed the bowl of medicine to Miaoyun.
Jun Zechen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her drink the sobering soup obediently.
"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? You usually like flower cakes, I'll have someone make it right away."
Su Jingyao shook her head gently, "I'm sleepy."
After saying that, Su Jingyao slowly got off his legs, curled up in the quilt, turned her back to him, and covered herself tightly.
Jun Zechen called Fuquan in to help him wash up, then he gently lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down.
Then, he reached out and brought her into his arms, hugging her from behind.
"Are you asleep?"
Jun Zechen's voice was low and gentle. Although he asked so softly, he knew in his heart that she was not asleep.
Su Jingyao was indeed not asleep. She opened her eyes brightly and shook her head gently after hearing his question, but did not speak.
"It's my fault for making Yaoyao sad today."
He didn't know how many times he had said "he's not good" tonight, but other than that he didn't know how to comfort her.
Su Jingyao was not shaken by his words, but closed her eyes.
Jun Zechen looked at her like this and didn't know what to say for a moment.
He broke his promise to her because of Ling Yue.
Although he had promised Ling Yue not to touch other women before, his mood at that time was simply because he extremely hated the pretentious women in the capital.
He simply doesn't like to meet people he doesn't like.
Later he felt that women were just tools for him to continue the royal bloodline, so there was nothing wrong with favoring them.
For him, no matter how many women he has, he doesn't care whether they are jealous or envious.
But her sad look just now made him not want to mention any other woman in front of her, including Ling Yue.
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