Jingxiu Palace.

After An Ning left, only Xiao Luming and Xie Qianyun were left in the rear hall.

The two of them were staring at each other.

Xie Qianyun couldn’t help but laugh.

Xiao Luming’s face turned grim.

She still has the nerve to laugh?!

After causing such a big misunderstanding that disturbed the entire Imperial Palace, she still has the audacity to laugh.

Making such a low-level mistake, if it were him, he’d have burrowed into the ground long ago.

"Your Majesty, your eye has not healed yet." Xie Qianyun pointed at his bruised right eye and asked.

Xiao Luming seemed to just realize at this moment that his face was still wounded.

He had walked all the way to Jingxiu Palace with so many people around, and his mother was just here...

Xiao Luming’s face looked even worse.

The eunuch beside was so terrified that he buried his head down.

The Empress really knows how to touch a sore spot, doesn’t she?!

Insisting on jumping into the pit and then scampering around in it.

"By the way, Your Majesty, how did you know I wasn’t pregnant?" Xie Qianyun suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked.

She didn’t care at all about Xiao Luming’s suppressed anger.

"..." Xiao Luming clenched his fist, took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and said through gritted teeth, "Have the old nanny in the palace give the Empress a proper lesson, on bedroom matters!"

After leaving this remark, Xiao Luming swept his sleeves and departed.

Fearing that if he stayed another moment, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from strangling Xie Qianyun!

Xie Qianyun looked at the furious back of the Emperor, puzzled.

Why does this young Emperor love getting angry so much?

No wonder he’s aging so fast!

After taking the Imperial Physician’s medicine for her discomfort, Xie Qianyun rested for a day and was back to her lively self.

Then the old nanny gave her a very explicit lesson on men and women, and she suddenly understood that when she and Xiao Luming slept together that night, they really just slept, not technically a wedding night.

No wonder Xiao Luming looked so displeased that day.

Why wouldn’t Xiao Luming consummate with her?

Does he look down on her?!

Probably just looks down on her.

Xie Qianyun always took these things with a pinch of salt, not letting them affect her mood too much.

Besides.

A few days later, Wu Huahao returned from the border and came to the Imperial Palace to see her.

Wu Huahao, tall and robust, looked entirely different from the delicate scholar she first saw at the border, now full of manliness.

She thought Wu Huahao’s nature must be inclined towards wielding swords and spears, but years ago, Wu Huahao’s parents wanted to make him a refined gentleman to marry Princess Youyou, not knowing that Princess Youyou had someone in her heart, and he was reportedly heartbroken for quite some time.

But Wu Huahao, like her, was carefree and careless.

Over the years, he seemed to have forgotten that he once liked Princess Youyou.

She was quite excited to see him today.

She quickly had the Palace Attendants set up good wine and dishes, and the two of them began to eat.

Wu Huahao mysteriously pulled out a bundle, "Empress, can you guess what I brought you?"

"What is it?" Xie Qianyun looked curious.

"Hehehe." Wu Huahao unwrapped the bundle, revealing a roasted chicken wrapped in Xuan paper inside.

Xie Qianyun was shocked, "You brought me roasted chicken from the border?"

"Don’t you always love to eat roasted chicken with wine? Last time at the border, you were punished with ten military sticks by your mother for this chicken." Wu Huahao revealed.

"You don’t mind the hassle, going such a long way?"

"What’s the hassle, it’s not heavy." Wu Huahao placed the roasted chicken on the table enthusiastically, "Please eat, Your Majesty."

Xie Qianyun was actually craving a bit.

Although the food in the Imperial Palace was all delicacies, it never felt grounded. After eating too much, you realized it lacked local flavor and became cloying.

Xie Qianyun directly tore off a drumstick and took a bite.

It still had that familiar taste, bringing her a sudden inexplicable nostalgia.

She missed the carefree days at the border.

"Is it delicious?" Wu Huahao was full of anticipation.

"It is delicious." Xie Qianyun swallowed, "I feel like there’s a taste."

"What taste?" Wu Huahao tore off a piece of chicken and chewed for a while, "It’s just this taste! Authentic border country roasted chicken, genuinely true."

Xie Qianyun pursed her lips, disregarded it, and together with Wu Huahao, ate big bites together.

With white wine, she almost felt again the boundless freedom of the border, the open skies!