"Good master, I was wrong. Master doesnt want to eat lotus root, its worth not eating dinner for a whole day," Dai Man said with a bow, but muttered under her breath.

  Su Jing smiled and said, "Lets go back."

  "Is Master thinking of having dinner soon?"

  "Yes, hum, unfortunately you wont be eating tonight," Su Jingfan said with a smile, turning around.

  But unexpectedly, she immediately knelt down on the ground, "The concubine pays her respects to Your Majesty and begs for your pardon."

  Zong Zhengjin looked down at the person kneeling on the ground, only seeing her lowered forehead. "Get up."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked forward, took a few steps, saw the person still standing in place, "Arent you following me?"

  Su Jing bit her lip and ran forward, meeting his gaze, shrinking her neck, "The concubine is at fault, Your Majesty should not be angry."

  Whats with all this sneaking around? Its really not proper at all.

  "How did you know Im not angry?" Zong Zhengjin said casually.

  Su Jing didnt know where she sensed that his mood seemed to be not bad, so she plucked up the courage and said, "So I beg Your Majesty not to get angry."

  "So you think Im angry?" Unyielding and unrelenting.

  Su Jings eyes sparkled with a hint of smile, "I think the Emperor is a gentleman and will not quarrel with me over these trivial matters, so the Emperor is not angry."

  "Hmph," Zong Zhengjin coldly snorted, but didnt say anything else.

  Su Shun, who was standing behind them, heard their conversation and his heart was racing with anxiety. He had never seen anyone dare to speak to the Emperor like that before, and whats more, the Emperor hadnt even punished him for it.

  Look at this momentum, it seems like there will be a favor tonight?

  A lone figure returned to Zuiyunwu, Su Jingbing had guessed he would come here from earlier.

  She personally brewed a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Your Majesty doesnt want to try some?"

  Su Jing saw that he was just holding it in his hand, staring tightly at the Qinghua porcelain cup in his hand, and spoke out.

  Zong Zhengjins mouth twitched slightly as he lifted the lid and took a sip. "Mint leaves?"

  "What does Your Majesty think?" A flattering expression.

  "Its all right," Zong Zhengjin said vaguely, unable to bear striking her down.

  He is actually not used to drinking these teas and rarely tries floral and fruit teas.

  "Tomorrow let Su Shun bring you some other tea leaves."

  Su Jing pursed her lips and asked somewhat nervously, "Your Majesty, could you grant me a little more reward?"

  Seeing his face turn cold, she hastily said, "Otherwise, exchanging it for tea leaves is also possible. The concubine only wants the emperor to bestow some books."

  Zong Zhengjin furrowed his brow, "A book?"

  "Its fine if its just a travelogue, and even if it doesnt work out, thats okay," Su Jing knew he no longer misunderstood her.

  Its true, if youre not careful, youll end up treating him like your own brother.

  "Reading those books is no better than taking a look at..."

  Whats the point? Its a matter of governing the country, what use is it for a deep palace woman like her to see it? Women are women, and he subconsciously dislikes her becoming one of those women.

  Su Jing blinked her starry eyes, waiting for him to say what book he was looking at, so she could see if there was still room for further "negotiation".

  "Your Majesty, is it time for dinner?" Su Shun walked in and stood at the door, asking softly.

  Zong Zhengjin nodded, and the palace staff filed in one after another. In no time at all, they had set out a full table of dishes.

  The emperor is dining here, and naturally, whats served isnt her usual portion. Su Jing looked at the delicious food on the table, most of which wasnt suitable for someone of her status.

  "No need to wait on me, just sit down and eat," Zong Zhengjin said as he saw her standing beside him, picking up the serving chopsticks to serve himself.

  Su Jingxi sat down, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

  Ancient people emphasized eating without speaking, and Zong Zhengyi, as an emperor, implemented this thoroughly.

  Good breeding, neither fast nor slow, each dish did not exceed three chopsticks, every move revealed the majesty of a king.

  Zong Zhengjin frowned, "What are you looking at me for?"

  Su Jing raised an eyebrow and curved her eyes, "The concubine just thinks that Your Majesty looks very good when you are having a meal."

  "Eat your meal," Zong Zhengjin emphasized, but his mouth corners involuntarily curled up slightly.

  Su Jingxi didnt feel embarrassed at all, as usual, she was in a good mood and had a hearty meal, after all, its only right to feed herself well.

  After all, it will be needed later anyway.

  After dinner, Su Jing gave the emperor a cup of peach juice, "Your Majesty, would you like to try some? Its very delicious."

  Zong Zhengjins eyes twitched and he shook his head.

  Su Jingxi didnt persuade him anymore, she poured herself a cup and took a few sips, the taste was really good.

  "Lets settle down," said Zong Zhengjin as he stood up.

  Su Jing looked out at the sky outside, it was still not completely dark, "Your Majesty, now... ah..."

  Zong Zhengjin suddenly picked her up, causing her to let out a low cry, "The maid hasnt bathed yet."

  "Take a bath together."

  They had people carry in hot water, and the emperor used not her small wooden bathtub, but a large redwood bathtub with gold trim and dragon patterns. Two people could sit in it comfortably.

  Zong Zhengjin put her in and also casually took off his clothes and sat down.

  Su Jingxis face turned slightly red with embarrassment, her silk clothes were already soaked through from the water and clung to her body, revealing a captivating figure.

  Flustered, she covered her chest with her hands, "Your Majesty, you... how did you undress?"

  Zong Zhengjins eyes dimmed slightly, "What use is it for you to block me like this now?"

  "Xī ér...... Xī ér zhǐ shì......"

  Translation: "Xier... Xier is just..."

  Su Jingxi did not like him calling her his beloved concubine, and she wondered how many girls he had called that before.

  "How are you, He Er?" Zong Zhengjin leaned in, his slender fingers tracing her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

  Su Jing bit her lip, unsure of how to respond, "Your Majesty... uh..."

  Zong Zhengjin couldnt bear her innocent eyes and unconscious biting of her lip, as she kissed the place where he had been thinking.

  Expected sweetness, faint peach fragrance, her response deepened this kiss.

  She quickly took off her clothes, casually touched down there with her hand, and then got into the water.

  "Hmm... Your Majesty... water... its gone in..."

  Zong Zhengjin was galloping on her back, in a posture that she had never tried before, and it seemed to be quite good.

  Su Jing wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed against his cheek, "Your Majesty, its... too deep..."

  Zong Zhengjin turned his head to look at her, with cheeks like fresh lotus, nose like goose fat, neck like a cicadas shell, vermilion lips slightly opened, teeth like jade, and the entire body presented a faint pink color.

  She is indeed a rare beauty.

  His movements below didnt decrease, he only freed up one hand to support her slender waist, gently comforting, "Feier dont be afraid."

  Her pleas for mercy only earned her more powerful lashes, though she cried out in supplication, the misty rain filled her entire eye sockets, her eyes brimming with tears, her low, husky voice full of emotion and desire, pitiful and helpless, making him involuntarily want more.

  Round after round, from bathtub to bed, Su Jing was tossed about in various ways for a long time.

  Outside the door, Su Shun hung his head low and listened to the sounds coming from inside the house, not daring to speak out to stop them, but could only let them be.

  "You few dog slaves, take care of your own mouths. If what happened today gets out even a little bit, be careful with your dog lives."

  The eunuchs and palace maids below all knelt down, "Your humble servants dare not."

  Call someone in to clean up, Zong Zhengjin lay down on the bed, "Your Majesty, you..." Su Jing closed his eyes and touched him.

  "Ill stay here, sleep tight," Zong Zhengjin held her hand and placed it by his side.

  From night till dawn.

  When she woke up, Zong Zhengjin still felt that her hand had been placed on his chest again at some point, and her small face the size of a palm was buried in his neck.

  Never got used to others being so close to him, only last night he himself didnt realize it until he woke up.

  Unlike other consorts who slept in their own beds at night, even the boldest ones only dared to secretly hold onto his sleeve, no one dared to be like her.

  Forget it, since hes happy with the bed arrangements, why not indulge him a bit more.

  "Take good care of your master," Zong Zhengjin walked out of the inner room and said sternly to the person kneeling on the ground.

  Xiang Ya and others heard this and all knelt down on the ground, not daring to breathe, "Your humble servant obeys your orders."

  At the first moment of Chen time, "Master, its time to get up," Ting Yao stood by the bed and called out to wake her up.

  Su Jing slowly opened her eyes, feeling a dull ache all over her body as she moved slightly.

  Ying hurriedly pulled up the fallen quilt and took a glance, only to see that her masters body was covered in red marks.

  "Wait for me to get up."

  "Yes," Ting Yao brought over a garment, "Master, would you like to wear this pale jade embroidered folded branch and flower-trimmed skirt today?"

  Su Jing nodded and finished washing up, simply having some breakfast. She said to the person beside her, "Later, let someone go to the imperial kitchen to fetch some chestnut cakes."

  Dai Man slowly walked into Kun Ning Palace with Su Jing, as usual receiving many cold sneers and hot ridicule, but Su Jing calmly blocked them all.

  Just out of Kun Ning Palace, "Su sister wait a moment," Du Yanru called out softly from behind.

  Su Jing sighed helplessly, and with many people watching from the side, she turned around and asked, "Does Du Xuan have any business?"

  One sentence from Su Jiejie and one sentence from Du Xuans servant, their relationship is obvious at a glance.

  Du Wanrus pretty face stiffened for a moment, "Its been some days since entering the palace, and my sister just felt that she hadnt had a good conversation with her sister yet, so she came to ask about her sister."

  Su Jing swept aside the stray hairs by her ear, smiling lightly. "I dont know what Du Xuan Shi wants to talk to me about, it seems like Du Xuan Shis sister is someone else."

  "Sister Su said that now that were all in the palace, everyone is sisters, and naturally, theres more than one sister of a concubine," Du Anru continued, pretending not to understand.

  Its also because, although Du Wanxiang is her sister, since ancient times the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children has been clear, and with many wives and concubines in the Du family, a large number of children born out of wedlock, how could their relationship be good.

  "So," Su Jing continued without waiting for her to finish speaking, "I just attended the emperor yesterday and now I want to go back early, so I wont chat with my sister."

  Emphasizing the two words "little sister", her face changed color several times.

  In the palace, sisters were referred to by their ranks rather than their ages.

  Like Su Jingxian, she is now only fourteen years old. In the whole palace, there are not many people younger than her, but she has already become the sister of many people.