When Su Jingya learned that Su Qiao was fine, she was so furious that she smashed her teacup.
"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
In the Imperial Bedchamber, Su Qiao poked the man's chest with her finger. "What are you so angry about?"
Long Jingyuan's face darkened slightly as he grabbed her finger. "Stay away from them in the future."
"Why? We all work together. Having a drink and chatting shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
"Do you still remember your identity?" Long Jingyuan pressed his lips tightly together, clearly displeased.
"What identity?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes with an unconcerned look.
"We've done nothing wrong and have nothing to hide. Surely we can at least exchange a few words?
"I even spent some time at the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of War before. They're all men there."
Long Jingyuan's expression darkened further. "That was before. I didn't know you were a woman then."
If I had known earlier, would I have let her stay among a crowd of men?
"And now, you're my woman. You'll soon enter the palace as a consort. How can you giggle and joke around with the guards?"
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. "I haven't entered the palace yet, have I?"
Heh, enter the palace?
You have a long wait ahead of you.
You might not even get to wait until you enter the Imperial Mausoleum.
Long Jingyuan narrowed his eyes dangerously and pulled her down onto his lap. "Are you reminding me to hurry up and make you my woman?"
He blew lightly into her ear, his implication unmistakable. "If you're in such a hurry, I can do it right now."
*In any case, after returning to the palace, I'll take her straight inside. There's no reason I can't do