Linghe laughed upon hearing this, "Imperial Consort is right."
Thinking she would soon become the King of Eternal Victory’s consort and that merely by bearing a son she could elevate her own status on account of her child, Linghe felt even happier.
On one hand, Linghe was secretly plotting to marry Xiao Changyi as a consort; on the other, Xiao Changyi and An Jing had just finished their bath and were getting dressed.
Even though they had been married for over a year, the sweet and sticky intimacy between them not only persisted but grew stronger; even the simple task of getting dressed became a prolonged affair filled with tender endearments.
The garments were the splendid robes that the King of Eternal Victory and the Changsheng Princess were meant to wear. Xiao Changyi had especially chosen a bright red outfit for An Jing. Her complexion was very pale and, combined with her bright eyes, wearing the bright red Princess’s Costume made her incredibly radiant and eye-catching.
"Indeed, clothes make the man," An Jing said with a smile, as she admired her dazzling reflection in the large copper mirror.
Turning around to look at her aloof husband, she saw him wearing the Black King’s Attire, exuding an imposing aura, with the Prince’s Crown atop his head. The crown was secured with a jade hairpin, and two red tassels hung down from it, their fine cords reaching down to his waist, giving him a very majestic and commanding presence.
"Husband, you look so handsome~" An Jing complimented sincerely.
Xiao Changyi didn’t speak but took a jade hairpin from the dressing table’s box of ornaments and pinned it in An Jing’s hair, which was devoid of any accessories. An Jing had felt that the headdresses worn by princesses were somewhat cumbersome and would make her head heavy, so she opted not to wear them.
With the jade hairpin in place, there was now a bright spot on An Jing’s head.
"Does it look good?" An Jing asked with a beaming smile.
Xiao Changyi nodded, "You always look beautiful."
"You’re so sweet. Come, give me a kiss," An Jing said, tilting her head up and puckering her lips, not bothering to stand on tiptoes, just waiting for Xiao Changyi to lean down and kiss her.
Xiao Changyi did lean down to kiss her, but the next moment, he pressed her against the nearby pillar and kissed her deeply.
An Jing, unreserved, wrapped her arms around Xiao Changyi’s neck, responding to his kiss passionately.
Until the Chamberlain knocked on the door again, "Prince, Princess, the Emperor invites you both to dine together at Jun Palace."
This was already the seventh time the Chamberlain had knocked, once every quarter of an hour; he was feeling uneasy. He could definitely hear movement inside, but the Prince and Princess just wouldn’t answer him.
And he did not dare to intrude by pushing the door open.
Without choice, in this Imperial Palace, it seemed like the Emperor wielded the greatest power, but in reality, he let the King of Eternal Victory do as he pleased, practically ruling over him. So, in fact, as long as the King of Eternal Victory was present, he was the one who held the most power.
What was more surprising and unbelievable to him was that both the Emperor and the Crown Prince quite enjoyed this setup, where the King of Eternal Victory was the most powerful within the palace. They seemed to long for the King to stay in the palace every day.
"Alright, we should go have dinner now," An Jing said with a laugh, dodging Xiao Changyi’s lips to prevent any further kissing. Seeing that Xiao Changyi seemed a bit unhappy, she turned her head back and tenderly pecked his lips twice before pretending to be pitiful, "I’m hungry, Husband..."
Xiao Changyi then nodded, "Mhm." But as he led her towards the door, he couldn’t help but lower his head to kiss her again.
An Jing found it both amusing and sweet. These days, which felt brand new like those of a recent marriage, were truly sweet and joyful.
When Xiao Changyi pulled open the door, the eunuchs and palace maids waiting outside immediately dropped to their knees in panic. Xiao Changyi didn’t even glance at them and, holding An Jing’s hand, walked out of Fenghua Palace together.