Some alluring images surfaced in his mind, and even someone as composed as Song Qingshu felt his face heat up.
Song Qingshu quickly offered a moment of silence for Zhao Gou. It was a pity that this eunuch emperor lacked the ability to enjoy such boundless good fortune. Come to think of it, this was probably heaven's retribution for him. He had even killed Yue Fei; this little bit of retribution was far too light.
A'ke instructed the palace maids to prepare hot water for washing up, then threw herself onto Chen Yuanyuan's back. "Mother, let me remove your makeup."
"You're already a Noble Consort, yet you're still this reckless." Chen Yuanyuan shot her an exasperated glance, then continued, "Have you forgotten that I am now practicing cultivation with my hair unshorn? I do not wear makeup in my daily life, nor do I wear any jewelry. What makeup would there be to remove?"
"Oh~" A'ke stuck out her tongue sheepishly.
"Let Mother remove yours instead." Chen Yuanyuan smiled faintly, pressed a hand onto her daughter's shoulder to seat her before the dressing table, then began removing the ornaments from her hair one by one.
"I don't want to be this Noble Consort anymore." Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, A'ke suddenly pouted.
Chen Yuanyuan's lovely face changed slightly. She hurriedly glanced at the palace maids some distance away and, only after seeing that they were not paying attention, whispered, "Silly child, you must not speak such words carelessly."
A'ke tossed her comb onto the table and pouted. "Every time I go out, I have to wear so many things on my head. It's unbearably annoying."
Seeing that this was what she was upset about, Chen Yuanyuan could not help laughing. As she combed her daughter's hair, she said,