971. Women Are Not Ruthless and Their Status Is Unstable 18
The palace lanterns were dim, and the palace maids were waiting aside. Seeing His Majesty returning and were about to salute, he waved his hand and quietly signaled that they all retreat. [26nbsp;]
He walked over and stopped beside her.
Under the palace lantern, her face was surprisingly pale. It was late at night, her makeup was gone, and her gorgeous clothes could not hide her haggardness. For a long time, he had never seen her face like this.
Just like a snail, when it comes out, it always wears a thick shell, wrapping everything about itself tightly, and no one is allowed to spy on it.
He sighed inwardly and reached out to hug her. She woke up and hurriedly got up: "Your Majesty, are you back? Do you want midnight snack?"
"Shuilian, I'm not hungry, let's go and rest."
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood up. The emperor held her in time, but she felt that she had looked a little haggard over the past few days. Under the overlapping court wards, the person seemed even more bulky.
"Shui Lian, why haven't you slept so late?"
"I think about something, it's okay, I'm not tired..."
He didn't ask, but said, "If you're late in the future, don't wait for me... No, Shuilian, I will try not to work overtime at night in the future, come back early to accompany you..."
When she was lying on the bed, her bruised eye sockets came out, her eyes closed, and even the service she had untied to him in the past became powerless. But she still struggled to sit up: "Your Majesty, you should rest early...
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He held her shoulder: "Shuilian, I'll do it myself, you can lie down."
She retracted her hand.
Instead, the emperor reached out to take off her heavy court wardrobe, layer by layer, with a chilling majesty. Wearing such clothes, there is no comfort in any other than authority.
When the emperor took off her last robe, he paused and looked at her neck. Perhaps the headdresses were too heavy and their necks were a little red.
It's so tiring to be like this every day.
What you wear is not clothes, but a responsibility.
He walked to the closet outside, took out a very soft nightgown, and said softly: "Shuilian, please change it."
She was a little uneasy: "Your Majesty, I'd better do it myself... You're so tired..."
He felt like a stone was blocked, and he was so depressed: "Shuilian, you should be more relaxed. Now you are pregnant, you can't compare to the past..."