The Enchanting Imperial Concubine (Book 2)

Chapter 231 - Suitable

Translator Xiaobai: I giggled while translating this chapter. Enjoy guys :)

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"I pay my respects to the Emperor. I apologize for being late to receive you; please do not hold it against me."

The young girl bowed gracefully, her light goose-yellow chiffon dress making her look like a blossoming flower bud.

Clean and charming.

Ning Chen waved to her, and Ye Yun obediently walked over and sat down beside him.

"Why didn't you dry your hair? Be careful not to catch a chill; you're always reluctant to take medicine."

Getting closer, Ning Chen noticed her hair was still damp, with droplets of water dripping from her dark strands and soaking the garment behind her.

"I thought the Emperor was outside and couldn't wait to see you, so I didn't wait for Huiyue to dry it slowly," Ye Yun said, deliberately acting cute as she poked Ning Chen's hand.

With that poke, he reflexively grabbed her hand, playfully squeezing her delicate little fingers like dough.

In a good mood, Ning Chen held the little consort's hand and instructed Huiyue, "Go get a dry cloth to help Xiurong dry her hair."

"Now that the Emperor is here, aren't you going to dry my hair personally?" Ye Yun teased, looking at him with flirtatious eyes.

Ning Chen had always found it hard to resist her coquettishness and raised an eyebrow in agreement.

Once Huiyue brought the cloth, he clumsily began to dry Ye Yun's hair.

This was his first time.

Upon reflection, many firsts happened with Ye Yun. Ye Shi was bold and always dared to order him around.

But she was also clever, bringing things up at just the right moments, making it seem rather interesting.

For example, she was wearing a light chiffon dress and had no makeup on, making her look pure and innocent—like a fairy stepping into the mortal world. In the beautiful dusk, she playfully acted flirtatiously when asking him to dry her hair.

It created an intimate and hazy atmosphere.

Although he had arrived feeling completely exhausted, that weariness seemed to melt away in this moment.

Ning Chen slowly dried her hair, and Ye Yun couldn't help but hum a tune.

There were no lyrics, just a soft melody that fit perfectly with the scene.

Once her hair was nearly dry, Ye Yun began to feel sleepy.

She must have been tired from the early carriage ride back to the palace; she hadn't felt it during the day, but now, after her bath, she was particularly drowsy.

Leaning against Ning Chen's leg, she half-closed her eyes and said she wanted to sleep.

"Be good, dinner will be ready soon. Have a little something to eat before sleeping," Ning Chen replied gently.

He was unaware of how soft his tone was.

Ye Yun lifted her eyelids, let out a couple of hums, and then buried her face against his waist, saying, "Then I'll just eat a few bites. Let's eat quickly, or I might fall asleep at the dining table."

Perhaps due to her drowsiness or maybe intentionally, she didn't refer to herself as a consort.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, it felt entirely appropriate, at least to Ning Chen's ears.