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After a long while, she heaved a heavy sigh, “Sigh…”

Chu Yihan looked up from his report, a hint of mockery curling up at the corner of his mouth, “Reluctant to part ways, are you?”

“Yes, grandmother is so old, to endure this separation, how distressing it must be.”

Although she didn’t have many years of emotional connection, the kinship by blood and the care she had received in recent days made her treat the Empress Dowager like her own family.

“Your Highness thought you were reluctant to part with another, not the Empress Dowager.”

The look in Chu Yihan’s eyes returned to the report, but his tone was decidedly cool.

Su Yingxue examined his serious and handsome face, stifling a laugh on purpose, “Yes, both of my cousins have been very kind to me, especially Qin…”

“How has Qin Muyan treated you well?”

Before Su Yingxue could finish her sentence, Chu Yihan slapped the report down on the small table with a smack, even causing the legs to become crooked.

Su Yingxue burst out laughing, “I’m talking about cousin Qin Rulie! He gave me many medical texts, had all the secret formulas and excellent remedies from the Imperial Medical Academy of Great Wei copied for me, and was very supportive of my ambition to spread clinics throughout the world. He instructed me to make sure, when the time comes, to bring mature modern medicine to Great Wei and benefit the people of Great Wei.”

A flicker of discomfort passed over Chu Yihan’s face, “Is that so? Then you should study it thoroughly.”

“I do plan to research thoroughly. How is it that my husband, the formidable Ninth Prince, has taken to getting sour and jealous so often these days?” Su Yingxue deliberately pushed the matter in Chu Yihan’s face, just in time to see a flash of discomposure in his eyes.

Truly satisfying!

Chu Yihan, using his strength as a man, had bullied her not a little at night!

Seeing him discomposed now, Su Yingxue couldn’t feel more thrilled!

It was as if all the days of backaches and exhausting labor had paid off!

“Hey hey hey! Your Highness, what are you doing!”

Chu Yihan scooped her into his arms in one move, startling Su Yingxue into yelling.

“What do you call Your Highness!”

“Your Highness, there are people outside! Mo Qi can hear us, and there are commoners on the street too!”

“What should you call Your Highness?”

“…”

“Hubby!”

“Still feeling triumphant?”

“I’m not triumphant at all! I didn’t!”

Inside the carriage, the woman’s voice carried a hint of threatened fear, half genuinely alarmed and half insincere.

Then came a sequence of embarrassed, heart-fluttering, intimate noises.

The Shadow Guards on either side felt their faces redden unconsciously.

The leader cast a glance and kept steadily driving the carriage; Mo Qi, sitting closest to him, sent an admiring look his way, “Commander, you’re really steady!”

Had he mastered the art of blocking out sound?

How could he remain so unflappable?

Mo Qi, expressionless as he drove, responded, “You get used to it.”

In the Great Cheng Dynasty, he’d heard and seen plenty, and hadn’t been spared his share of lessons; over time, he became accustomed to it.

Just dog food.

He’d made a special stomach for it.

So as not to burst.

His immunity was pretty good these days, and it hadn’t yet burst through his evenly proportioned, attractive figure.

But, it did often remind him of someone.

In consideration of him, Su Yingxue spared Hong Lian her life, imprisoning her in the dungeon, never to emerge for the rest of her life.

She said, whenever he wanted, he could go see her.

But so much time had passed, that strong yearning he once felt, and the joy that came with touch.

Gradually, it all but dissipated.

“Phew—”

Mo Qi was briefly lost in thought and nearly collided with someone ahead.

The man rode a majestic steed, dressed in battle armor that fluttered vigorously; he was awe-inspiring, with a remarkably strong presence.