Because of Luo Wuhen’s arrival, Su Qianqian had no choice but to reluctantly stop cultivating.
She was truly annoyed—she had just been fully engrossed in her cultivation.
With the entrance fully open and Luo Wuhen’s footsteps approaching, Su Qianqian originally didn’t want to show her even the slightest pleasant expression.
But before Luo Wuhen appeared, a floating dining table arrived first.
The table was already covered with all sorts of dishes, and there was no doubt that these were all of Su Qianqian’s usual favorites.
As Su Qianqian stared in a daze, Luo Wuhen didn’t say a single word.
She silently walked over to Su Qianqian’s side, placed the entire table of food in front of her, then smiled gently and handed her a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.
Su Qianqian didn’t necessarily have to eat, but she was definitely someone with a greedy mouth.
With Luo Wuhen doing this, all the words she was about to say got stuck in her throat.
After hesitating for a while, Su Qianqian finally lost to her appetite and accepted the chopsticks and spoon from Luo Wuhen’s hand.
“Is it good? To guarantee the taste, I rushed over right after finishing it.” Luo Wuhen leaned one arm on the table, resting her chin in her hand as she asked with a gentle smile.
As the saying goes, “One’s mouth softens after accepting food from another.” Su Qianqian opened her mouth, but in the end only managed to say, “It’s good.”
“My Empress is so adorable even when eating~” Luo Wuhen suddenly came out with this, causing Su Qianqian to almost choke:
“Can you not be so mushy? Being gentle doesn’t mean you have to be so clingy, does it?”
“I’ve simply let go of my reserve and say whatever comes to mind. What you consider mushy words are all truly heartfelt…”
As she spoke, Luo Wuhen picked up a dish Su Qianqian hadn’t yet tried and brought it to her lips.
“Open wide~ I remember this is one of your favorites, right~?”
Luo Wuhen spoke in a tone as gentle as coaxing a child, and with her current low, magnetic voice, it was more than a little lethal…
Su Qianqian opened her mouth instinctively, but soon realized something was wrong and hurried to close it.
Yet Luo Wuhen’s reaction speed was not something Su Qianqian in her current state could match—the bite of food was already in her mouth before she could close up, but it didn’t feel forced at all.
“Is it tasty?”
“It actually is! Did you change the seasoning? It feels even better than before. And these dishes all taste great today—did you switch chefs?”
With the food already in her mouth, Su Qianqian naturally couldn’t spit it out.
After chewing, her eyes widened slightly as she unreservedly praised the chef.
Luo Wuhen watched as Su Qianqian chewed in satisfaction, listening to her praise, her smile growing even wider.
“So you like the dishes I made. That puts my mind at ease.” Luo Wuhen exaggeratedly mimed a sigh of relief.
Su Qianqian was truly surprised: “What? You made these? When did you learn how to cook?”
“Didn’t I just say it~? As soon as I finished, I hurried right over. I just wanted to see your smile and hear praise from the Empress I love most~”
“I thought…”
“So, now that you know I made it, do you still think it’s good?” Luo Wuhen pressed on.
Su Qianqian didn’t hesitate over this question—she wasn’t one to hold double standards: “Good is good. I won’t change my mind because of who cooked. But when did you learn?”
“For my dearest Qianqian Empress to be happy, I can learn anything~”
“Ugh… If you keep talking like this, I really won’t bother with you anymore.” As she spoke, Su Qianqian shivered all over.
Under Luo Wuhen’s expectant gaze, Su Qianqian quickly cleaned off the delicacies in front of her, finishing with a satisfied burp.
“Now that lunch is over, come with me to see how your Marriage Attire is coming along. At the very least, try it on and see if it fits.”
As Luo Wuhen spoke, she took out a handkerchief and slowly approached Su Qianqian, gently wiping the corners of her mouth.
That tender look in her eyes was anything but feigned.
Su Qianqian, after so much resistance, seemed to finally be a little moved, but Luo Wuhen suddenly launched a sneak attack!
“Mm? Mmm~ mmph~” Su Qianqian’s eyes widened. Just as Luo Wuhen was wiping the corner of her mouth, she suddenly kissed her!
After another bout of lingering passion, when Su Qianqian’s strength to beat Luo Wuhen’s back had nearly faded, their lips parted, and she saw again those eyes of Luo Wuhen, brimming with tenderness…
After the kiss, Luo Wuhen resumed her wiping, but this time, instead of oil stains, she wiped away sparkling saliva.
“What are you doing?! Suddenly kissing me out of nowhere!” Su Qianqian finally snapped back to her senses and shouted angrily!
“Mm… Soft lips, with a faint aroma of food…” Luo Wuhen murmured softly, making Su Qianqian even more flustered and indignant!
“Didn’t you promise not to force me to do anything I didn’t want? What is this now?!”
“But… I didn’t feel like you disliked kissing. In fact, just now, you even—”
“I did not! I was just stunned for a second! Anyway, don’t do that suddenly again!” Su Qianqian shouted, exhausted.
“Not so suddenly next time, hmm…” Luo Wuhen chuckled inwardly, but put on a slightly wronged expression as she said,
“It’s just that I saw this kind of scene in a Novel, so I tried to imitate it. But your reaction is completely different from the female lead in the Novel…”
“How could it be the same…” Su Qianqian covered her face, unable even to retort. The dignified Empress of a nation, copying the Empress in a Novel…?
Successfully diverting Su Qianqian’s attention to her “studying Novels,” Luo Wuhen’s eyes gleamed slyly.
She then grasped Su Qianqian’s hand and pulled her up, “Come on, let’s go see your Marriage Attire~”
Luo Wuhen held Su Qianqian’s hand as they walked out.
Su Qianqian looked up at Luo Wuhen’s smiling face, then at their joined hands, torn over whether she should shake her off to make her feelings clear—but holding hands was just about acceptable…
Still tangled up, Su Qianqian let Luo Wuhen lead her into a grand Palace Hall.
In the center stood a sandalwood frame, and on it rested the Marriage Attire that had just been delivered a couple of days ago!
When Su Qianqian first saw the Marriage Attire, she too couldn’t help but be captivated, muttering to herself:
“It’s just too extravagant…”
Under the glow of the Palace Lanterns, the Marriage Attire looked like burning red clouds, radiating a soft, rosy light.
The body of the gown was embroidered with soaring Phoenixes and intricate, winding peonies in gold thread.
The outer robe, made of Cloud Brocade, trailed behind in a stately arc. Every delicate fold on the robe shimmered like ripples on water!
If you looked closer, you’d see an outer layer of thin Xiaosha, as light as smoke and mist, giving the brocade patterns beneath a hazy, distant allure.
The hem was adorned with tiny crystals, the belt fastened with Hetian White Jade—luminous and gentle—plus countless other rare, luxurious materials as embellishments throughout…
“Try it on. It’s made for you…” Luo Wuhen murmured softly at Su Qianqian’s ear, a hint of impatience she couldn’t hide in her tone.
But no matter how magnificent this Marriage Attire was, Su Qianqian found it hard to truly like it.
Looking at this splendid Marriage Attire before her, she felt none of the shyness or joy of a bride-to-be…
Every component was flawless, yet cold and unyielding, like an invisible shackle crafted just for her, about to bind her forever to this noble title of “Empress”…