His tone was somewhat sarcastic.
Su Wanwan was taken aback for a moment, then forced a smile: "That's good, then I can rest assured."
"Your Majesty, please take your leave. I need to keep both of them for the night, so I won't keep you."
Lu Xingjian gave her a cold, indifferent look.
His face was expressionless, and his words were even colder.
Su Wanwan had only been forced to come and put on a show, and seeing his behavior, she had no intention of staying any longer.
He simply repeated what Wang had said:
"...The Empress Dowager's intention is for me to advise the Emperor not to favor treacherous officials."
"Your Majesty, I am not knowledgeable about right and wrong. I am merely conveying your message and request your decision."
After saying this, she curtsied and turned to leave.
Lu Xingjian persisted, his tone sarcastic: "Whether someone is treacherous or not, what does it have to do with you?"
Su Wanwan was still holding the painting she had just drawn when she turned around to look at him.
Since he dislikes her so much, there's no need for this painting to remain here and get in the way.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
Lu Xingjian coldly and distantly turned his gaze away, no longer looking at her.
“You are my husband, how can it be none of my business?” Su Wanwan sighed.
Perhaps it was the word "husband" that finally spurred him on, and Lu Xingjian looked up again.
The two of them stared at each other for a while.
"I'm leaving," Su Wanwan said, turning to leave.
He stood up and slowly walked over.
He looked down at her condescendingly: "So you know you have a husband?"
From his angle, he could see her fair nape, so white it was almost blinding.
Su Wanwan turned around and had to take a step back to create some distance: "I have to go."
He was standing way too close.
You could smell the sweat on him.
It doesn't smell bad; on the contrary, it has a refreshing masculine scent.
She didn't actually dislike his smell.
I wonder if Maggie and Yanruo will be disappointed to see him all sweaty?
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, he has always been neat, elegant, and composed.
"This is your home, where are you going?"
Lu Xingjian reached out, intending to grab her wrist, but then stopped in mid-air, his hand slowly gathering into a fist.
Home?
Su Wanwan was stunned for a moment.
From childhood to adulthood, she had always longed for a home of her own.
When she was a child in Qingning Palace, she was just a pitiful little girl living under someone else's roof.
In the Su family, she was nothing more than an outsider who didn't fit in.
As for her Kunning Palace, it was not her home, but merely a temporary residence symbolizing power and status.
After a long while, she came to her senses and smiled faintly:
"Didn't Your Majesty invite Yanruo and Ma Ji to stay overnight? I won't disturb you any longer."
Lu Xingjian's pupils flickered, and he reached out to put his arm around her waist, his voice becoming low and husky:
"That was on purpose to annoy you."
"I haven't dated anyone else."
After saying that, he raised his hand to touch her hair and lowered his head to find her lips.
Su Wanwan wasn't used to his sudden intimacy, so she leaned back slightly to avoid his kiss and changed the subject:
"Your Majesty, I have heard that Consort Ma has recently lost her appetite and has vomited several times. Your Majesty should summon the Imperial Physician to take a look."
Lu Xingjian's forehead veins throbbed, his eyes turning cold and sharp, as if he could see right through her thoughts. He took her hand and led her outside.
"Announce it now."
He then glanced at her lightly.
That look seemed to say, "You doubt me."
Ma Ji and Yan Ruo hadn't left yet; they were waiting at the gatehouse of Xiaoyuan.
The imperial physician arrived quickly and took their pulses, citing concerns that they might suffer from heatstroke.
Inside the main hall, Lu Xingjian squeezed Su Wanwan next to the dragon-carved pillar.
His voice was hoarse, his breathing heavy, yet his tone was soft and ambiguous:
"You wicked woman, how cruel you are."
His hot breath sprayed on her face, and his vigorous aura enveloped her.
His tone was slightly upturned, pleasant yet deep.
It's captivating.
It must be said that this man knows how to charm people.
A faint blush rose to Su Wanwan's face.
She turned her face slightly to the side, her eyes flickering, avoiding his gaze.
"I didn't."
His light armor accentuated his athletic and tall physique.
Extremely heroic and majestic.
No woman dislikes it.
Lu Xingjian lightly pinched her chin, his dark gaze falling on her tender pink lips. His Adam's apple bobbed as he reproachfully said:
"You haven't been home for so long, are you trying to kill your man?"
That's what I meant.
It's as if he can't find any entertainment without her.
He got through the years before they got married, didn't he?
Su Wanwan looked up into his eyes and said, "It is my fault. I should have sent some beauties over to serve me."
Lu Xingjian's forehead veins bulged, and he gave a cool, smirking smile.
"Su Meiren is so-so, let's choose her."
Su Wanwan was stunned for a moment.
"Which Su woman?"
Lu Xingjian pressed his thumb against her lips, his gaze deepening as he swept his eyes over her body.
"Stop pretending! It's right here!"
Su Wanwan's face flushed red, and she became somewhat absent-minded, listening intently to the sounds outside the main hall.
She was actually dressed very plainly and simply today. The dark blue jacket looked heavy and stuffy, but it made her look particularly dignified and noble.
It was very effective in deterring the palace officials and female officials.
This was almost the complete opposite of Ma Ji and Yan Ruo's elaborate outfits.
I don't know how he could tell that she was just so-so.
This person's aesthetic sense is truly bizarre.
Perhaps he didn't see the beautiful Ma Ji and Yan Ruo when he came back?
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