Mu Yanming set off towards the Sunlit Hall. The slightly cool night air and dew settled on him. Each step he took was heavy. The leaves beside the path rustled in the wind.
The attendant followed behind, holding a lantern, not daring to even breathe loudly. Every time he served behind Mu Yanming, it felt like an endless winter night. He even worried that the chilling cold on the prince might extinguish the lantern.
When they reached the Sunlit Hall, Mu Yanming gently pushed open the door and entered. Only then did the attendant dare to take a couple of deep breaths.
He walked to the bed, reached out his hand to lift the gauze curtain, and stood there for a long time.
At this moment, only two candles were lit in the room. The dim yellow candlelight shone on Mo Qinghuan's face, making her skin look like congealed fat and her lips as red as cinnabar.
He walked to the bed and sat down. His gaze fell on her face, neck, and body inch by inch, his eyes filled with a gentle smile.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked her small face. He tapped her nose lightly, and then his fingertips slid down her soft and crystal - clear lips. Suddenly, he paused. A look of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but then he remembered that she was pregnant. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forced himself to suppress his emotions.
He stood up and was about to take off his outer robe to go to bed and rest. Suddenly, the person lying behind let out a soft moan, "My prince."
He turned around to look at her. He saw that her eyebrows were tightly knitted and her body was curled up. "Don't! Go away!" she whispered.
"Mu Yanming." Hearing her call out his name in a hurry, he threw his outer robe onto the screen, lifted the quilt, and got into bed.
Mo Qinghuan wriggled a bit. Sensing the warmth, she finally calmed down. Mu Yanming tightly held her in his arms, forgetting what Bai Ke had said earlier and his own awkwardness.
He gently patted Mo Qinghuan's back, and she finally fell into a sound sleep.
All night long, she curled up in Mu Yanming's arms. So when she opened her eyes in the morning, she was really startled. There was clearly no one in the bed when she went to sleep last night.
She was also surprised. She used to be very vigilant when sleeping. How come she didn't even know when Mu Yanming had pulled her into his arms? This was really a problem.
Mu Yanming had gone to bed late last night, and with the beauty in his arms, he hadn't woken up yet. This gave Mo Qinghuan a chance to look at him carefully.
It was really ridiculous. They had been married for so long, but even now, when they were sharing the same bed, she still felt so nervous that she didn't dare to move. Even when they were being intimate, she always closed her eyes tightly.
She reached out her hand and gently stroked Mu Yanming's face. Her snow - white fingers slid across his strong, chiseled face, then his delicate jawline, and finally stopped at his Adam's apple.
Mu Yanming had been suppressing his desire. Being teased like this by her, his whole body froze, and his back straightened.
The careless Mo Qinghuan didn't notice Mu Yanming's change. Mu Yanming opened his eyes a little and secretly watched Mo Qinghuan's expression. He saw her biting her lower lip with her white teeth, looking quite surprised.
The string in his heart seemed to be suddenly plucked. Mo Qinghuan rarely showed such a lively look in front of him. Although she had firmly told him that she would never leave him, he still felt that she was so far away and hard to grasp.
Mo Qinghuan's hand became even lighter, afraid of accidentally waking Mu Yanming up.
However, such a light touch was even more alluring.
Mu Yanming suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Mo Qinghuan's wrist.
Mo Qinghuan was startled and buried herself under the quilt. She also hid her hand under the quilt. But being too nervous, in a hurry, she didn't know what she had touched.
Mu Yanming was finally distracted by the woman's panicked look like a young deer. He turned over and pressed Mo Qinghuan's soft body under him.
She closed her eyes tightly. Mu Yanming looked at her blushing cheeks and the rising and falling of her body due to rapid breathing. It made his mind flutter.
He reached out his hand to lift her chin and kissed her. He kissed her bit by bit from her lips to behind her ears, and then to her neck. The softness and fragrance of the woman almost broke his defense.
He prided himself on being calm and self - controlled, but in the face of her alluring without knowing it, he was completely defeated.
Finally, he lay on her neck, holding her slender waist with one hand.
After a long time, Mo Qinghuan said softly, "My prince, aren't you going to court today?"
Mu Yanming raised his head. Looking at her moist lips and almond eyes full of amorous feelings, he smiled and joked, "If my wife is like this every day, the regent will never go to court again."
She was amused by Mu Yanming's words. She never thought that she had the potential to be a bewitching concubine.
However, although it was just a joke, the emperor was so jealous of Mu Yanming now. Naturally, she couldn't really let him skip court. Otherwise, she didn't know how many people would write memorials to impeach Mu Yanming.
She didn't want that. So she reached out her hand and gently pushed his chest. Mu Yanming was reluctant. It was rare to see Mo Qinghuan so docile. How could he be willing to get up and go to court?
So he just leaned against her, gently resisting the strength of her hand.
Mo Qinghuan frowned and pouted slightly. She didn't even notice that she was acting coquettishly towards Mu Yanming.
But when she acted coquettishly like this, Mu Yanming didn't want to go to court even more.
He removed her hand, held it above her head, and lowered his head to kiss her again.
He kissed her until Mo Qinghuan felt out of breath, until she felt dizzy and didn't know where she was. Then he reluctantly got up and smacked his lips in aftertaste.
Mo Qinghuan bit her lips. She felt that this Mu Yanming really subverted her perception of him.
Mu Yanming, who was satisfied with the kiss, finally got up. He changed into a black python - embroidered robe with gold thread. Then he turned to look at Mo Qinghuan sitting on the bed. The quilt on her body had slipped to her waist. She was only wearing an inner garment, and one could even faintly see the scenery inside.
His Adam's apple moved. He concealed the light in his eyes and said to Mo Qinghuan, "Alright, your husband is going to court."
Mo Qinghuan was slightly stunned. Her heart suddenly trembled. This seemed to be the first time Mu Yanming had said so.
—— "Your husband". This address didn't seem too bad. It was much better than the cold "This prince". Every time he said that, it made her feel as if he was so far away from her.
Mu Yanming went to court without having breakfast. He was afraid that if he saw Mo Qinghuan having breakfast, he would be distracted again. So he just avoided it.
Mo Qinghuan got out of bed. Dan'er brought a long cross - collared dress embroidered with rosy clouds. Just as she was about to put it on, Dan'er exclaimed, "Princess, did you get bitten by mosquitoes? How come there are so many bumps on your neck?"
She subconsciously reached out her hand to cover it, secretly blaming Mu Yanming in her heart.