Shen Quan witnessed this scene and felt a small thud in his heart, turning his head to glare fiercely at Donglai.
Donglai felt terribly wronged, having really passed on the notification, and the concubines of the harem definitely wouldn’t dare to venture into the Imperial Garden at this time, so what was going on with Noble Lady Ying?
How did she just come out from within the Imperial Garden?
At the moment Yan Xiu saw Noble Lady Ying, the expression on his face visibly darkened, but when he noticed a little gesture and expression from Li Yuyu, his brows relaxed and the atmosphere also gradually warmed.
“Emperor~” Noble Lady Ying maintained her curtsy, having not heard Yan Xiu’s response for a long time, she pinched her voice and called out once more.
Li Yuyu shivered.
Hiss.
So cold.
Indeed, Yan Xiu hadn’t deceived her, the Imperial Garden after 5 p.m.
was truly cool, and goosebumps rose on her arms.
“Rise,” Yan Xiu said indifferently.
Noble Lady Ying straightened her posture, adjusting her expression on her jade-like face, just about to speak again.
“Shen Quan, stop those who are irrelevant,” said Yan Xiu, reaching out to hold the hand of the young lady who seemed lost in thought beside him, not even sparing a sidelong glance at Noble Lady Ying as he walked straight past her.
The flirtatious smile froze on Noble Lady Ying’s jade face, irrelevant person?
She was considered irrelevant, while Lady Li was important; those entwined hands looked so glaring, so this was how the Emperor and Lady Li interacted in private.
It was hard for them to get a glimpse of the Emperor, but Lady Li?
The Emperor took the initiative to hold her hand…
Ah!
It was infuriating!
Noble Lady Ying bit her lip, unwilling, and took a step to follow.
“Noble Lady Ying, if you step forward again and disrupt the Emperor and Lady Li’s walk in the garden, the one who will suffer in the end will be…” Shen Quan’s face was respectful, not finishing his sentence.
But the listener understood.
Noble Lady Ying dared not step forward again, waiting until Shen Quan had walked some distance before stomping her feet angrily.
Yikun Palace.
Princess Consort De summoned the tearful Noble Lady Ying.
“Lan Qin, help Noble Lady Ying with a cup of chrysanthemum tea to soothe her throat.
Crying so long, how will she deal with a sore throat tomorrow?”
Noble Lady Ying choked, picking up a handkerchief to dab at her eyes with scant tears, choking back her words, “Thank you for your concern, Princess Consort De.”
“It’s proper,” Princess Consort De sipped her tea.
She had anticipated this result, would help Noble Lady Ying pave the way, giving her the opportunity to get close to the Emperor was a test; she wanted to know the current status between the Emperor and Lady Li.
The result didn’t disappoint her; Noble Lady Ying faced cold disdain.
But Princess Consort De couldn’t fathom why Lady Li would so obediently stay by the Emperor’s side; was she not inclined toward Prince Xuan…
In the Imperial Garden, Li Yuyu didn’t walk for long.
Her foot stopped hurting after healing, but it didn’t stop her from feigning pain to avoid walking much.
They hadn’t been in the garden for even a quarter of an hour when Li Yuyu found a pavilion to rest in.
Yan Xiu: …
A miscalculation, he shouldn’t have come out with her, should have stayed in Luaxin Pavilion to bathe and rest.
Li Yuyu leaned against the railing of the lakeside pavilion, the breeze brushing against her cheeks, blowing strands of hair by her temples into a flight.
A shadow loomed over her forehead, ambergris lingered at her nose.
“Beloved concubine, would you like to go back to rest?” Yan Xiu approached Li Yuyu, lifting his hand to tuck the unruly strands of hair behind her ear.
Li Yuyu didn’t expect Yan Xiu to suddenly come so close, instinctively leaning back to avoid his action.
The motion was too large, her calf struck, and her body tilted outward over the railing.