Qi Bo’er’s hand tightened slowly: “Do you also have your heart set on him?”

　　Yun Shu’er shook her head: “He’s the Emperor, he belongs to the entire harem.” She hadn’t even spoken to him a few times, how could she possibly like him?

　　Qi Bo’er’s clenched fist loosened again, and his tense expression eased a bit.

　　“But… the Emperor is really handsome.”

　　Her mind flashed back to the scene of the male lead smiling. It was no exaggeration to say that he was breathtakingly handsome.

　　In an instant, Qi Bo’er’s expression turned cold. He looked at Yun Shu’er and asked: “In your heart, is he more handsome or am I more handsome?”

　　Yun Shu’er was very surprised that he would ask that. To be honest, it was difficult to choose between him and the male lead. Both of them were as handsome as jade, without a single flaw.

　　She hugged Qi Bo’er’s left arm with a bright smile: “Of course sister is more handsome.”

　　Qi Bo’er was dazzled by her smile and his heart softened.

　　“I’ll let you off this time, but don’t hesitate again in the future.”

　　Yun Shu’er pressed her cheek against his arm, smiling sweetly: “Sister even gets jealous of the Emperor. It seems like I’m quite important in your heart.”

　　Qi Bo’er didn’t answer, but the curve of his lips revealed his mood, which had turned from gloomy to sunny.

　　The next morning, Yun Shu’er stretched and came out of the palace. After washing up at the well, she saw that the front of the neighboring palace was empty. The rocking chair that had been there was gone.

　　Yun Shu’er guessed that her beautiful neighbor had taken it into the palace. Maybe he was afraid that it would obstruct people, especially since the Emperor had been coming here more frequently recently. Her beautiful neighbor was still very thoughtful.

　　The rocking chair was gone, but Yun Shu’er didn’t ask her beautiful neighbor about it. Ever since she was confessed to by the male lead in the Tranquil Spring Garden, she hadn’t even gone out the palace gate very much, afraid of running into the male lead.

　　In the Nourishing Heart Palace, Cold Jun drank a bowl of cooling soup, but it still didn’t help.

　　At night, he dreamed of that day in the cold palace when he was fixing Yun Shu’er’s collar. Her loose nightgown had slipped down…

　　In the darkness, Cold Jun opened his eyes, his breath heavy. The desire he had been suppressing for so long couldn’t calm down. His mind kept replaying her stunning face.

　　Cold Jun sat up half-way and said in a hoarse voice, “Prepare water.”

　　Eunuch Chen was very distressed. The Emperor had been taking cold showers in the middle of the night lately, and he didn’t want to see the imperial physician. It was really worrying.

　　In the cold palace, Yun Shu’er was busy in the small kitchen. She added water to the pot and added firewood to the bottom, letting the vegetables simmer for a while.

　　She turned around to go out, but a figure was standing at the door, she didn’t know when he arrived. This sudden turn made her jump.

　　Outside the small kitchen, Cold Jun was standing there, she didn’t know when he arrived. His noble and arrogant figure was out of place in the dilapidated small kitchen.

“This concubine greets the Emperor, long live the Emperor, long live, long live.”

　　Yun Shu’er had been startled by his appearance several times. Mainly because he and her beautiful neighbor were both silent when they walked.

　　Cold Jun walked into the small kitchen. The already small kitchen felt even more cramped with him inside.

“Need my help?”

　　There was only one exit in the entire kitchen, and he was right at the exit. He asked, and his feet were still moving closer.

“It’s smoky here. Your Majesty’s status is noble, be careful not to get smoke on you.”

　　Cold Jun didn’t mind. He said in a deep voice: “It’s fine, I’ll help you.”

　　He stood in front of her, and his strong sense of aggression made her unconsciously take a half step back.

　　The next moment, he squatted down and stuffed the piece of firewood that was about to fall out.

　　Yun Shu’er didn’t expect him to be so down-to-earth. Before he stood up, she quickly said: “This concubine will go out and get some water.”

　　She took the wooden tray in her hand and quickly walked out of the small kitchen.

　　His oppressive presence was too strong. She was really uncomfortable staying in such a small space with him.

　　This time, she didn’t dawdle when fetching water. Because there was still meat stew in the pot, she couldn’t let it burn.

　　She carried the wooden tray back to the small kitchen. The tray, half-filled with water, was held up by her delicate hands. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing a section of her soft white wrist.

　　Yun Shu’er’s skin was so white that it was almost transparent. The undried water droplets on the back of her hand looked crystal clear.

　　Cold Jun lowered his gaze and stared at her plain hands, watching the water droplets fall from the back of her hand.

　　Yun Shu’er placed the wooden tray beside the stove and didn’t notice that Cold Jun was staring at her.

　　She bent down and opened the lid of the pot. The steaming steam filled the small kitchen.

　　She turned around and happened to see Cold Jun’s gaze lingering on her slender waist.

“Your Majesty, the smoke here is too thick. Why don’t you go outside and wait?” She persuaded him.

　　He refused again in a deep voice: “No need.”

　　Yun Shu’er could only give up and continued to stir-fry the vegetables in the pot until the sauce thickened.

　　She was holding the ladle in one hand and reached out to grab the plate with the other, but she grabbed the man’s slightly cold hand. She quickly turned her head.

　　Cold Jun was standing on the right side, she didn’t know when he arrived. Her hand was just grabbing the back of his hand. She hurriedly let go.

　　He didn’t say anything, but handed her the plate.

“Thank you.” She wanted to pretend not to care, but her earlobes, which were red and luscious, betrayed her.

　　She quickly scooped the vegetables from the pot onto the plate. Just as she was about to pick up the plate and walk out of the small kitchen, a tall and sturdy figure blocked her light.

“Let me.” His magnetic voice was hoarse, she didn’t know why.

　　The two of them were too close, and Yun Shu’er had nowhere to retreat. She hurriedly handed him the plate.

　　Cold Jun took the plate, but his obscure gaze remained on her, burning so hot that she could hardly bear it.

　　Until his tall figure stepped out of the small kitchen, that oppressive feeling disappeared.

　　Yun Shu’er absentmindedly cleaned up the stove. When she came out of the small kitchen, she scooped a ladle of water to wash her hands, and then slowly walked into the palace.