The couple intimately enjoyed their meal for over half an hour, and then Moqi arrived, with Ye Hui inviting him to sit down.
Moqi shook his head: “Miss, it’s not proper. In the past, in Pingzhou where the mountain was high and the emperor was far away, we could be casual. But now we’re in the palace, and as a lowly servant sitting at the same level as the master, people would mock the Ye family’s lack of etiquette.”
“Just sit down when I tell you to sit,” Ye Hui got off her husband’s lap, pressed Moqi into the chair, took a meatball in her mouth, and fed it to him in the same manner as before.
A fresh, fragrant scent wafted over, making Moqi momentarily at a loss. Like a machine, he mechanically received it with his lips, touching her soft lips, and couldn’t help but tremble.
“Moqi, I feel like I’ve been neglecting you lately.”
Seeing him silent, Ye Hui blinked: “But it’s okay, I’ll accompany you tonight!”
She hadn’t been with Moqi for some time. Over a dozen days ago, she had been with him, then was supposed to be with her main husband, who let her rest for a few days. Then her menstrual period interrupted, and afterward, she rotated between her husbands. Just when it was Moqi’s turn, she had gone to the capital and been taken away by Huangfu Zeduan.
Moqi waved his hands: “Miss, please don’t say such foolish things. Now that we’re back in the palace, you must accompany the Crown Prince. This servant… I’m fine, no need to accompany me.”
Ye Hui thought for a moment: “Alright, I’ll make it up to you when I have time.”
“Yes!” Moqi happily responded.
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince has arrived,” came A Jin’s voice from outside.
Moqi quickly stood up from his seat.
But the first to enter was not Huangfu Zeduan, but Heng Ting, riding a black wolf. Seeing Ye Hui, he called out “Mother” and climbed down from the wolf’s back.
“Mother, someone insists I call him Father King. What is a Father King? Mother, tell Heng Ting.”
Huangfu Zeduan’s figure appeared in the doorway, looking annoyed.
