Song Zhiyu had a dream, in the dream, he was in a room filled with pink bubbles—
gnawing on pig trotters.
The pig trotters were tender and smooth, just as he was about to bite into them, someone suddenly pushed him, the bubbles disappeared, and the pig trotters turned into—
He instinctively took a look, "Hey, what the heck is this!"
Song Zhiyu flung the pig trotters in his hand away.
"Was it tasty?" Niu Pan’er calmly withdrew her hand, wiping away the saliva on the back of it.
Song Zhiyu awkwardly blurted out, "What are you doing here?"
As soon as he spoke, he belatedly recalled, right, he was already married, to the mountain queen.
Song Zhiyu rubbed his waist, glanced outside the window, then laid back down, saying, "It’s not even light yet, why are you waking me up, let me sleep a little more."
"You can’t sleep anymore, you have to enter the palace to thank the Emperor."
Song Zhiyu was so startled he sprang up, almost straining his back, he had forgotten about that.
"I forgot." He got up from the bed, supporting his waist, and let out an ’ouch’.
Niu Pan’er smiled as she took out a very exquisite ointment from the hidden compartment of the bridal bed and gave it to him.
"Secret medicine from the palace, they say applying it alleviates pain." Niu Pan’er glanced at his lower back and said, "Didn’t you say it hurt last night?"
The ointment fell down.
Song Zhiyu, looking as if he had seen a ghost, pointed at her, "This is for women."
Just because he was in pain, he had to use it?
"Don’t be stubborn." Niu Pan’er picked up the ointment and stuffed it back into his hand again, saying, "Don’t worry, now that we’re married, we’re one as husband and wife, I’ll take responsibility in the future and treat you well, I can do everything from that little book you hide in the bathroom, so go ahead and use it!"
Good heavens, isn’t this what he was supposed to say? How did it all get reversed ?
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Watching Niu Pan’er casually walk into the bathroom, Song Zhiyu stood in the room, feeling as if he was caught in a chaotic storm, with all the husbandly authority shattered into pieces.