Those beautiful phoenix eyes had long since lost their tearfulness. Meng Jun stammered, wanting to earnestly explain to her yet afraid that Li Ruantang would misunderstand. He hurriedly tried to make amends, “Don’t misunderstand. I… I was just sealing the deal!”
His face was full of sincerity.
Li Ruantang lowered her eyes to glance at Jiu Jiu, who was still hugging her, and softly said, “Mm.”
“……”
Huh? What did she mean by that “mm”?
The male concubine’s heart skipped a beat. He frowned and glanced at her. “Don’t misunderstand.”
“Mm, I won’t misunderstand.”
She did say a few more words compared to before, but Meng Jun felt awkward no matter how he listened to it. On the way back, the male concubine followed behind Li Ruantang, angrily stepping on her shadow.
If only he had touched Sister Wei just now, Meng Jun thought silently, stepping on the shadow of the person carrying the bamboo basket.
Although he didn’t know if Sister Wei would feel soft like Li Ruantang when touched, Sister Wei definitely wouldn’t just say “mm” to brush him off.
The male concubine gloomily glanced at the evening glow in the sky. He really wanted to return to the capital immediately.
However, his mother had just recently gone to the South on the orders of the Empress to conduct an inspection, leaving only Han Fushi in charge of the residence. He didn’t know if Han Fushi had sent anyone to look for him at this point.
After eating the porridge that Zhou Fulang had specially left for them, the male concubine became even more listless and dispirited.
He lay on the pillow, carefully reflecting on the events of the day.
The egg he had left for her was something he couldn’t and didn’t want to eat.
Even not letting her help wash the clothes wasn’t for her sake, but because he didn’t want to be tainted by her scent.
He wasn’t her husband at all.
But how could Li Ruantang be so foolish as to believe him with just a few casual words?
Meng Jun lay on the kang bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
In the courtyard, Li Ruantang’s voice could be heard expressing gratitude.
The male concubine sat up and peeked out from the half-open window. Li Ruantang’s complexion still looked somewhat unwell. Of course, she had been taking care of him all day without properly resting herself.
Even the wound on her back……
Meng Jun felt a twinge of guilt as he listened to her footsteps getting closer and closer.
Creak—
The moment the thin wooden door was pushed open, the male concubine swiftly lay back down in the bedding. He had been sleeping on the outer side earlier, but now that Li Ruantang had entered the room, Meng Jun instinctively moved to the side by the window.
The person’s footsteps were extremely light. The male concubine tightly closed his eyes, afraid that Li Ruantang would see through his pretense of sleep.
In the quiet night, Meng Jun felt the dim yellow oil lamp darken, and a faint floral fragrance wafted around him, causing his lips to tremble in surprise.
His mind was filled with only five words: She’s leaning in closer!
