Mu Yanqin was reading the memorial. He had accumulated a lot of memorials recently. Inadvertently, he saw Chu You walking towards him carrying something.
Seeing her, Mu Yanqin couldn't help but smile, but he immediately suppressed his smile and pretended to read seriously.
Chu You stood at the door holding the soup she had just stewed.
Because she knew that Yan Luoyuan only allowed herself to enter under his order, she was secretly happy.
Mu Yanqin meant what he said, so naturally he had to show his words.
But when she came to the door of the study, she suddenly became timid again. Such a gesture made her a little shy.
After waiting for a long time without seeing her come in, Mu Yanqin became a little anxious and stood up: "Why don't you come in?"
When he saw her lowering her red face and not daring to look at him, more smiles appeared on his face and he couldn't help teasing her: "Is the princess shy?"
After hearing this, Yitong blushed even more and tried to hide it: "Who is shy?"
He entered the room smoothly, put down the soup in his hand, and said nothing.
"Is the princess bringing soup to the king?" Mu Yanqin stepped forward, and the fragrance on her body made him want to hold her in his arms.
Now that she had thought about it, Mu Yanqin naturally would not wrong herself. He fished it out easily and she fell into his arms.
Yitong felt a little uncomfortable and reached out to push his chest. Unexpectedly, it was as if he was imprisoned by steel bars and could not be pushed at all.
He had no choice but to divert his attention: "Drink this soup while it's hot!"
Mu Yanqin did not let her go. Instead, he hugged her tighter and whispered into her ear: "The princess has done it herself, so I naturally want to drink it, but now I have no time to spare."
Yitong looked up at him: "Your Highness, just let me go."
"How is that possible?! How can I be willing to let go of the princess? No one would be willing to let go of her soft fragrance in my arms." Mu Yanqin saw her face getting redder and redder, and felt that she was even more adorable.
"My lord, are you cheating?" Yitong couldn't find the words to retort easily. She was held by him, and his breath surrounded her, giving her a sense of security and making her feel attached.
"What do you think? My princess..." Mu Yanqin lowered his head and suddenly took her earlobe in his mouth.
Yitong's heart trembled, and a wave of heat hit her head.
"Your Majesty..." She whispered and wanted to protest, but she was reluctant to refuse.
"Hmm..." Mu Yanqin deliberately licked her earlobe, which made her tremble.
Mu Yanqin loved her taste so much and was about to taste it more deeply when he heard a "pop" sound and both of them turned around at the same time.
Zhuo Lian was seen standing at the door with a pale face, and a cup of soup spilled on the ground.
The bodyguard stood behind Zhuo Lian in embarrassment: "Your Majesty makes atonement! I can't stop Concubine Lian..."