Her slender, pale fingertips clutched at his dark sleeve.
The little Princess Consort’s voice was soft and sweet, like honey poured over cotton candy, quickly melting one’s heart.
But Rong Zhou tilted his chin slightly upward, calmly pulling his sleeve back from her grasp. “Weren’t you angry with this prince?”
Yun Li’s crescent-like eyes still shimmered with a smile.
She tilted her head playfully. Since her grip on his sleeve had been broken, she simply hooked her fingers around his and gave them a gentle shake. “My husband’s heart is as vast as the ocean, surely he won’t hold a grudge against Ah Li.”
Rong Zhou leisurely lifted his eyelids to look at her.
Yun Li blinked, her clear eyes gradually filling with a pitiful expression. “Husband, hungry hungry, food food~”
Her misty eyes resembled a river bend reflecting the moonlight, as if she would burst into tears if he refused.
Rong Zhou hadn’t intended to give in so quickly.
But seeing the little Princess Consort’s eager, food-loving expression, his defenses crumbled instantly.
He tapped the tip of her nose lightly. “I can’t do anything with you.”
Hearing this, Yun Li immediately beamed with a radiant smile. She didn’t let Lian Qiao continue fixing her hair, instead hurriedly lifting her skirt and running over to the pastries. “So fragrant!”
Yun Li sat at the small square table.
She ate with great focus, her soft, snow-white cheeks puffing out like a little white rabbit’s. “How did Ah Zhou know what I like to eat?”
Every item perfectly matched her preferences.
Even the amount of sugar, whether it should be served hot or cold—especially the pear pastry, which had to come from the Flower Lane at the end of Chang’an Street, freshly baked and piping hot from the shopkeeper’s oven.
Rong Zhou lowered his gaze to look at his little Princess Consort.
He leaned in slightly. Yun Li suddenly felt a cool touch at the corner of her lips. Turning her head, she met the man’s deep, penetrating eyes as he gently wiped away the honey at the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
Then, he parted his lips, taking his fingertip into his mouth and softly sucking it clean. “What Ah Li likes… this prince naturally knows everything.”
Yun Li’s eyes widened.
Before she could recover from the shock of Rong Zhou consuming the remnants from her lips, a low, bewitching laugh whispered into her ear. “Including positions and speed.”
Hearing this, Yun Li’s face flushed crimson instantly.
She glared at the Regent Prince with feigned anger. “…Wanton!”
Lian Qiao’s heart skipped a beat in alarm. She hurriedly glanced at Yun Li, thinking to herself how bold her mistress was to call the prince wanton. What if the prince grew furious and decided to behead someone again…
But instead, Rong Zhou indulged her. “Mm, this prince is only wanton with little Ah Li.”
Lian Qiao: “…”
I shouldn’t be in this hall; I should be underground.
…
Yun Li loved the pastries and snacks from Chang’an Street.
Simply having them bought and delivered to the manor wasn’t enough. The little pear blossom pouted and pleaded, coaxing the Regent Prince to accompany her to the streets.
The tantalizing aromas wafting from the street stalls teased her appetite. Yun Li’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I want the milk and water chestnut flour fragrant cake! The crispy leaf pastry is delicious too! And I’d like a cup of perilla drink.”
“Hmm…” She pondered for a moment longer. “Two cups!”
Yun Li blinked her bright, beautiful phoenix eyes.
She held up two fingers beside her cheek, her clear and innocent eyes shimmering with starlight.
“Do as she says.” Rong Zhou took out some silver.
The shopkeeper beamed with delight. “Right away!”
Yun Li tugged at Rong Zhou’s sleeve as they sat down. The delicious treats were soon arranged neatly on the table. The freshly steamed milk and water chestnut flour fragrant cake was piping hot. Yun Li eagerly picked one up.
But she quickly set it down, hissing from the heat. “Ouch, ouch…”
The little pear blossom cradled her fingers, blowing on them tenderly. Rong Zhou frowned and quickly took her hand. “Did you burn yourself?”
“It’s fine.” Yun Li smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.Rong Zhou glanced at the milk and water chestnut flour cake with slight displeasure, a trace of gloomy gradually swirling in the depths of his eyes…
Yun Li feared he might lose his temper and overturn the shop in anger.
So she quickly clung to Rong Zhou’s arm, “It’s not the shopkeeper’s fault—these cakes are best when they’re warm and fresh~”
The cold ferocity in Rong Zhou’s dark pupils stilled slightly.
He lowered his gaze to his little Princess Consort and saw her clinging delicately to his arm, swaying it back and forth as if coaxing him, putting in great effort to smooth his ruffled feathers…
She tilted her head, “How about you feed me, Ah Zhou?”
Only then did the fierceness in Rong Zhou’s eyes gradually recede. He lifted his wrist slightly to adjust his sleeve, then picked up the still-warm water chestnut flour cake, blew on it gently to cool it, and brought it to Yun Li’s lips.
Little Pear Blossom happily accepted her husband’s feeding when she overheard customers at the next table discussing gossip—
“Have you heard?”