Due to soreness, An Jing managed to get up the next day, but in less than two hours, she returned to lie down in her chamber. This deeply distressed Xiao Changyi, who sat by the bed, feeding An Jing plums one by one.
An Jing felt no embarrassment, thoroughly enjoying the pampered care from Xiao Changyi as if she were disabled.
On the other hand, Empress Yu had already started preparing for the flower-viewing banquet.
Empress Yu even released news so that every prince and noble family knew to bring their eligible children to the flower-viewing event, because An Jing and Xiao Changyi wished to pick a child from among them as their heir.
At the Emperor of Xiyun’s birthday banquet, not only did every prince and noble learn of Changyi’s marriage into the family, which precluded him from remarrying, but they also knew that An Jing could not bear children. Everyone felt that An Jing and Changyi must surely want someone to carry on their legacy, which inevitably meant adopting.
As such, upon receiving the news, they had no doubts about its validity and believed it outright.
Those coveting the King of Eternal Victory’s position thought to adopt one of their children out to Xiao Changyi, for the King’s title could be passed down hereditarily. Even if the child would be considered Xiao Changyi’s, the blood connection remained with them. Once the child grew up and inherited the position, they wouldn’t be as intimately related as before, but it would be a closer relationship than that of commoners. Should anything happen to their family, they could still ask for help.
Those uninterested in the competition for the position merely out of courtesy to Empress Yu planned to let their wives attend the event, and of course, they would leave their children at home.
The following day, after resting for the entire previous day, An Jing’s body was much less sore, and she got up bright and early, in excellent spirits.
Seeing An Jing in such great spirits and genuinely well, only in need of rest, Xiao Changyi finally put his mind at ease.
"Husband, come, give me a kiss." An Jing sat on the edge of the bed, tilted her little face, pursed her lips, and playfully beckoned Xiao Changyi for a kiss with a smile.
How could Xiao Changyi possibly refuse? He bent down and kissed An Jing on the lips.
Just as they started kissing, the voice of Fenghua Palace’s chamberlain came from outside the door: "Prince, Princess, the Emperor invites you to join him in the Imperial Garden for the flower-viewing."
Xiao Changyi’s expression immediately turned sour.
Their lips still together, An Jing chuckled without moving hers from his or letting him move his from hers, teasing through their lips’ touch, "Husband, what do you say, why is it that we’re always interrupted?"
"I’m feeling much better; we should be able to start our journey back home the day after tomorrow. For these two days, let’s be more accommodating to our royal father, let him be even more pleased. Husband, I’ve said so much, now let’s go to the Imperial Garden with our royal father to enjoy the flowers, okay?"
Xiao Changyi reluctantly responded, "Mmm."
An Jing immediately laughed even more, soothingly exchanging another long, deep kiss with him before asking again with a smile, "Is it okay?"
This time Xiao Changyi was much more willing, "Mmm."
An Jing was even more delighted. Oh, how she truly adored her husband!~