Volume Three Chapter Two

Zhao Huangpu tossed aside the porridge bowl in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped down from the lofty main seat. With a spring breeze of a smile, he walked toward Li Chenjing and Zhu Bafu. "The court lady serving Little Jing couldn't get him to drink, so Zhen will serve you!"

With that, he held the porridge bowl in one hand and lifted Li Chenjing's sharply chiseled chin with the other, making a motion to pour the white porridge straight into those fine lips.

"Your Majesty! Be a little gentle, Young Master is injured, he can't take you tossing him around like this!" Her little phoenix grew anxious, lunging over to snatch the bowl from his hand and aggressively pulling Little Jing behind him to shield him. Zhao Huangpu purposefully loosened his grip on the bowl, and the hot porridge spilled over, splashing all over Little Jing.

Fine, Little Jing, glaring at Zhen is useless—

"Someone, take Lord Li away to change his clothes."

"Young Master, did you get burned? Did the wound get wet? Let me check for you..."

"..." Enough!

"Lord Zhu, you stay right here for Zhen! No peeking at Lord Li changing clothes! This is an imperial decree!"

Li Chenjing was pushed by the eunuchs into the inner chamber, while in the main hall Your Majesty dismissed the serving court ladies, leaving only the two of them, ruler and subject—the atmosphere was rather odd.

"Did Zhen let you study yourself stupid for the exams?" Your Majesty glared at her with an expression of disappointment, yet she still kept her gaze fixed on Little Jing's retreating back. "A single call of Little Eight scrambled your brains completely. In Zhen's eyes, you're no different from Zhen's Imperial Noble Consort, pouncing and meowing at the sight of