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"It really does sound like the sour remarks my little cats in the harem make when they get jealous. Ah, lately they've even been complaining that I've been leaving the palace too often and not giving each of them equal attention." Zhao Huangpu's eyes took on a deeper meaning. "So, Pig Kid, are you blaming Zhen for not treating you specially enough?" She was practically sitting in his arms. Did she truly have no idea how special she was to him?

"This humble one wasn't making sour remarks. I just thought Your Majesty made too many promises today, and it would be quite tiring to fulfill them all." She had long since grown used to Your Majesty speaking flirtatiously and without restraint.

"It was because you said something so gentle that I said I can't do without you." His large hand suddenly pressed down on her head and ruffled it, while words tinged with a sigh came from behind her.

"...Gentle?" No matter how she put it, her words had sounded like criticism and distrust, hadn't they?

"No one has ever asked Zhen that question, and no one has ever worried about Zhen like this. They care about how much Zhen can give and whether fulfilling so many promises will be tiring. Even Zhen has never thought about it." Zhao Huangpu's eyes narrowed slightly. Her restless eyes and stubborn look as she lightly bit her lip fell within his gaze as if coated in a layer of intoxicating, rich honey—sweet, soft, and delicious. Unable to stop himself, he reached out, encircled her waist, and drew her lightly against his chest. "What should Zhen do? Zhen wants to let you go even less now."

The instant her back touched Your Majesty's chest, her cheeks flared with a bang.

Your Majesty's intent