The Enchanting Imperial Concubine (Book 2)

Chapter 328

Ye Yun shot him a glance, looking utterly speechless. "It's one thing for others to speculate, but Your Majesty shouldn't entertain such thoughts. According to me, if it weren't for Your Majesty calling him, why would Jing'er go to you? You often come to Zhaochun Pavillion to play with the children; Jing'er is close to you. Among all these unfamiliar faces, he only recognizes you. Children tend to be shy with strangers; isn't it natural for him to seek out someone familiar?"

"Alright, alright, I haven't said anything yet. There's no need for you to worry; I'm not a foolish ruler," Ning Chen replied helplessly.

In truth, he had some other thoughts, but whenever he discussed things with this woman, it all seemed to vanish. If it had been someone else, they would have seized the opportunity to talk about the heir to the throne, but Ye Yun quickly dismissed that idea.

Since this matter was treated as a trivial issue, it was not brought up again.

Dinner was once again shared by the three of them. The Fourth Prince had a small table to himself, while Ye Yun and Ning Chen ate at a larger one. After finishing their meal, they called the wet nurse to take the child away.

Once everyone in the room had dispersed, Ye Yun, with no regard for her image, collapsed onto the small couch, burying her face in a soft pillow and feeling utterly exhausted.

"What happened? Why are you so tired?" Ning Chen sat down beside her, reaching out to flip her over, looking at her with a smile.

"This morning, I had to maintain a smile for the guests at the banquet, and it was so stiff. Not long after returning, I had to talk with the princess, and then you came in. Look, I didn't even have time to change my clothes," Ye Yun said.

As she spoke, she lifted her arm. Only then did Ning Chen notice that Ye Yun was still wearing the palace attire from the banquet, which was much heavier than usual.

Ning Chen took her arm and whispered soothingly, "Qingqing, I know you're tired, but you need to wash up before lying down. Come on, get up; the servants have already gone to prepare the water."

"I don't want to; Qingqing can't get up. Qingqing wants to sleep," Ye Yun playfully insisted, glancing at him slyly like a little fox.

Ning Chen raised an eyebrow, realizing she was being mischievous again, and he decided to play along. He reached out to untie Ye Yun's sash.

"In that case, you need to take off your outer robe as well. Since you're tired, let me serve the beauty," he said.

But they were still in the outer room, and Ye Yun refused to let him tease her like that, immediately dodging away.

As she evaded, Ning Chen's hand caught nothing, and his expression darkened slightly. Instead of untying her sash, he began to tickle her.

He trapped her against the small couch, his hands unceremoniously tickling her waist. Ye Yun was already sensitive to tickling, and as she laughed, it became unbearable; within moments, tears streamed down her face as she begged for mercy.

She wriggled and twisted on the couch, her hair coming loose. At that moment, her eyes sparkled with glistening tears; it was a challenge to stifle her laughter, and she was breathing heavily, her red lips glistening, making her look utterly enticing.

The bathwater was ready, and it was just the right time. He scooped her up effortlessly and carried her into the inner room.

Like mandarin ducks playing in the water, the room was filled with romantic intimacy.

By the time they lay down, it was already late at night. Both were so exhausted they had no strength to talk and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Ye Yun rolled over and found the space beside her empty, but the quilt still felt warm.