Translator: asa.s.sin

Ah Zhao falls into a beautiful and wild dream .

It feels as if her body shakes and turns in the wind . She enjoys it so much that she forgets what time and day it is . Sometimes it feels like she's a small boat floating in a heavy storm out of control .

The only thing that she could cling to is the strong arm before her which brings her a sense of reality .

Ah Zhao suddenly lets out a short scream . She couldn't control herself and bites hard into Zhao Yin's shoulder .

Zhao Yin groans quietly . He doesn't find the stab of pain unbearable . Rather, it's a kind of powerful catalyst which excites him . He feels the air becomes increasingly hot, unbearable as well .

“Zheng-er sister, what are His Highness and Her Highness going to eat for dinner?” The chief maid in charge of food in Eastern Palace walks over and asks in a low voice .

Zheng-er is keeping watch at the door of the sleeping chamber . Hearing that, she shakes her head: “Prepare according to the arrangement . ”

The maid nods and is about to leave when Zheng-er stops her: “Make the food lighter and add a nouris.h.i.+ng soup . ”

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Zheng-er lets out a sigh of relief after the maid leaves and looks at the inner chamber a little strangely .

There seem to be faint moans from the chamber which sounds like being lowered on purpose . If her hearing is a bit weak, she won't even hear that .

In . . . In broad daylight!

Zheng-er thinks about it, then she shakes her head . It's none of her business that her masters are deep in love .

It's already dark when the two masters of Eastern Palace actually start their dinner .

Zheng-er looks at her princess who has changed into a lotus root-pink palace dress, her hair coiled up casually as if she has done it herself, her make-up washed off her face . Now, the princess shows up without artifice, only a bit of red eyeshadow by the outer corner of her eyes .

Zhao Yin is very happy about dinner and ladles out a bowl of soup for Ah Zhao: “This is good for health . ”

At the moment, Ah Zhao feels weird from head to foot .

She gives Zhao Yin a secret glare and says in a lazy tone: “I have no appet.i.te . ”

She isn't pretending since she really feels ache all over her body . Now, she only wants to lie down and have a rest rather than eat .

Thinking of how one time has turned into one time and another, Ah Zhao can't help gritting her teeth .

She has thought she could have died on that bed .

Zhao Yin is obviously afraid with a guilty conscience .

Thus, those servants waiting by the side look in shock how His Highness who normally is indifferent and reserved tries to persuade Her Highness to have some soup with the bowl in his hands: “At least drink something, or your stomach won't feel good . ”

Ah Zhao doesn't care anything like rules but seeing how Zhao Yin is, she yields to him and drinks up the whole bowl of soup while he's holding it .

Then she eats some rice under Zhao Yin's watch .

Only when she has finished eating, dose Zhao Yin start to eat happily himself .

Though Zheng-er is a little surprised but she feels that is how everything is ought to be .

After all, she has witnessed how clingy the crown prince could be back in Prince Beiding's Manor sending one letter a day .

Those who are really confused are guards and servants of Eastern Palace .

Who has said that His Highness and Her Highness don't get along and treat each other like honored guest?

What kind of couple without affection to each other act like this?

Those who have entered Eastern Palace with their little schemes probably feel doomed if they see the two like this .

Who it has been that was blind enough to have spread the previous news?

The news about this dinner has reached the ears of the well-informed .

At the Palace of Heaven and Earth .

Emperor Huizong gives a mysterious smile: “Well, well . That's my boy . I'm afraid he already has the princess in his control . ”

At Prince Beiding's Manor .

Qin Zhen nods with satisfaction as well: “Good, good . It seems that Zhao Zhao has the crown prince in her palms . ”

The ministers who want to send their daughters and nieces to Eastern Palace: “ . . . ”

d.a.m.n! This isn't what they have said!