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Now, Shen Yuling no longer cared about what the maids in the courtyard thought.
In front of Feng Moheng, she was the adoring newlywed wife.
Feng Moheng seemed to have felt a different kind of emotion from Shen Yuling.
In the past, while she loved him, her affection was restrained and subdued due to Liu Jingyi’s presence.
Her love was buried deep within, quietly observing yet not daring to express itself freely; even when emotions surged, she would struggle to suppress them.
Now, however, Shen Yuling’s love was passionate and unrestrained.
It was as radiant as the blazing sun, shining without reservation, openly revealing her feelings without any concealment.
It made him…
Heartbeat quicken.
Fall deeply enamored.
Today, Feng Moheng entered the room.
Shen Yuling was standing in front of a vase, arranging flowers.
He could no longer contain his feelings and picked her up without hesitation.
Shen Yuling was startled.
Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist while her hands clung to his neck.
As her back touched the cool wall, a fervent kiss pressed against her lips.
Shen Yuling gasped, her breath quickening as her head began to spin.
Remembering that she had things to do today, she pushed Feng Moheng away.
Feng Moheng slightly opened his eyes, his gaze hazy.
Shen Yuling’s delicate lips held an enticing hue.
Her pair of wet fox-like eyes carried a hint of innocence.
“Husband, I want to go out for a walk today.”
“I don’t remember anything about Qianjing, so I want to explore. Please accompany me, husband.”
Shen Yuling was acting coy, still hanging onto Feng Moheng.
A hint of crimson had crept into the corners of Feng Moheng’s eyes.
He gazed at Shen Yuling, his voice hoarse, “Alright.”
Before long, the two arrived at the bustling Long Street of Qianjing.
Shen Yuling wore a light blue long dress today, with a green belt perfectly cinching her slender waist.
It accentuated her graceful figure, flowing and ethereal.
Although she wore a thin veil over her face, her enchanting silhouette was already captivating enough.
Passersby couldn’t help but glance over.
Shen Yuling suddenly spotted something amusing and, letting go of Feng Moheng’s hand, skipped over to a stall selling hairpins.
Feng Moheng wore a gentle smile, leisurely following behind her.
His gaze never left her, filled with adoration.
She spent quite some time choosing among the hairpins.
Afterward, with crescent-shaped eyes full of joy, she ran back to Feng Moheng, holding a butterfly hairpin.
“Husband, look at this beautiful blue butterfly hairpin! It matches my dress perfectly. Can you help me put it on?”
Shen Yuling tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“My lady is beautiful; any hairpin looks good on you.”
Feng Moheng took the hairpin and placed it in her hair, his movements gentle and attentive.
His gaze lingered on Shen Yuling, tender enough to seem as if it could drip water.
The depth of his affection appeared as if it could drown her whole.
On the third floor of Mingxiang Pavilion, Quan Minghe stood by the carved window.
His dark eyes radiated a chilling intensity, as if capable of solidifying into a cold substance, spreading an air of danger around him.
He was enveloped in an overwhelming presence of dominance, instilling fear in those who beheld him.
A few days ago, he heard from Li Ming, who reported that Shen Yuling had been frequently seen engaging in intimate actions with Feng Moheng in the residence of Prince Lingyang.
Although Quan Minghe was displeased, he considered that with Feng Moheng’s current condition, he didn’t believe Shen Yuling would be bold enough.
Perhaps she was merely trying to gain his attention.
Trying to provoke jealousy in him.
As a mighty emperor, when had he ever felt jealousy over a woman?
If Shen Yuling truly dared to be close with Feng Moheng, he wouldn’t hesitate to have her brought into the palace, forcing her to grow old and alone within its confines, rather than allow her to live peacefully as the princess.
Today, Li Ming reported again that she had gone out with Feng Moheng to shop.
Quan Minghe, already in a bad mood due to her recent actions, decided to leave the palace.
He wanted to see for himself just how audacious she had become!
He observed Shen Yuling’s every move and expression from his vantage point on the street below.
Especially the way her eyes sparkled with sweetness when looking at Feng Moheng, radiating boundless happiness.
Even a glance from a passerby could reveal her deep affection for him.
The way they held hands tightly, their outfits in similar styles and colors, and the tender moment when Feng Moheng gently placed the hairpin in her hair…
In broad daylight, Shen Yuling dared to openly display her closeness to Feng Moheng without a care in the world.
The private circumstances must have been even more intimate than what the servants reported.
Shen Yuling, did you think that because I care about you, you could brazenly test my limits like this?
Did you truly believe I wouldn’t kill you?
No, I won’t kill you.
I will lock you in the palace and torment you.
No one has ever dared to trample upon my dignity as an emperor.
Quan Minghe’s gaze darkened, as if it were an endless night, cloaked in an inscrutable gloom.
Zhao Cong stood quietly beside him, his head lowered.
Although Shen Yuling still held the title of the princess on the surface, she had long gained a formal status in the palace, truly becoming the Emperor’s woman.
How could she act so recklessly!
If she angered the Emperor, not only would her own life be difficult, but even those of them serving as her attendants would suffer, and their days would not be peaceful.
Zhao Cong silently sighed in his heart.
“Tonight,”
Quan Minghe spoke coldly, his voice chilling.
“Bring her to the palace.”