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"...This works too? There's no need to let go completely just because you're married now, is there?"

Li Chenjing lifted her waist and raised a hand to untie her belt, but wherever his palm touched, he found a slight bulge beneath her red robes, unmistakably forming a small tent that she ought not to have. "Little Eight... You're already tempting enough dressed as a man, there's no need to take it this so seriously, right?"

"What am I taking seriously?"

"...What did you hide in your trousers?"

She wore a puzzled look, then suddenly felt a commotion beneath her robes that startled her into tumbling off the bed. Only a ball of snow-white fur jumped out from inside her robes and leaped straight into Young Master's arms.

"Meow, meow..."

His Majesty's Imperial Noble Consort?

The snow-white furry ball rubbed against Young Master's cheek, looking thoroughly immersed in the enjoyment of fine beauty, paying no heed whatsoever to the fact that the fine beauty's expression had already turned foul, carrying the look of someone who wanted to murder a cat. "How did it get here?"

"I suppose since His Majesty couldn't come in person, he sent it to congratulate the two of us?" As a subject, Zhu Bafu decided to spare His Majesty a shred of face.

"Are you certain it's here to congratulate us and not to cause trouble and spy?" Yet Young Master did not agree. "Tomorrow's Imperial Diaries shall be written by me."

The following day, the Emperor's Imperial Diaries shockingly recorded His Majesty's various words and deeds: forcing the upright to become subjects, bestowing a subject in marriage, indulging cats in play, and disturbing subjects in their nuptial chamber.

A year later, the Imperial Diaries recorded: the Emperor conferred the exalted title of Imperial Father Emperor Changxian