Investigations were strict at this time in the capital. Emperor Yuan was not afraid since it was his territory, but Yan Ge’s injury was not well: "Your injury has just cracked. It’s not suitable to go out. Your wound just burst and it's not suitable for going out. It would be better for you to sleep in tonight. "
Yan Ge tugged his sleeve: "I have waited the entire day for Your Majesty. It’s merely slipping out of the palace. Your Majesty’s personal safety is not a concern, and my injury is unimportant. I have had so many injuries that were not tended to as well as this one, yet I’m still alive and well. Your Majesty does not need to worry.”
Emperor Yuan had just drunk the hangover soup and was mostly sobered up. Moreover, today was an awfully good day. After his coming of age ceremony, the ministers who used his age as an excuse to control the court now had to return their power back to him.
People tended to be in a good mood on happy occasions, and so after listening to Yan Ge’s words, he decided to go out of the palace.
He was rather curious to know where Yan Ge was going to take him.
Yan Ge's chest was injured, therefore Emperor Yuan was very low-profile and used a small carriage to leave the palace.
He and Yan Ge were crammed together. Although the space was tight, neither one minded.
Emperor Yuan found that Yan Ge seemed to have no reaction even if he was close to her.
At first, he thought Yan Ge was shy, but after observing, he gradually realized that Yan Ge might regard herself as a man.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with two men being close together.
This awareness made Emperor Yuan feel terrible.
So he said tentatively sounded her out: "Zhen[I] was drunk earlier. You need not mind it."
There was no way the average woman would not mind.
Yan Ge was not average. As long as Emperor Yuan does not rub her hair, she doesn't mind even if they sleep together.
Consequently, when she heard Emperor Yuan’s sensible words, Yan Ge laughed: “You Majesty is not obliged to care. I too don’t mind.”
Those words that were akin to a dog’s bite were promptly swallowed back by her.
Even if he did not hear the second half, Emperor Yuan's face instantly turned black.
Could it be his technique was bad? He reflected back on it in a fluster: Or maybe Yan Ge did not yet understand the delight between men and women?
When he thought of this delight, Emperor Yuan also felt there was nothing particularly delightful about it. He had long since been numb to these matters.
However, more attention needed to be paid to this kind of business when it concerned women. So, Emperor Yuan coughed and spoke cautiously: "You can tell Zhen[me] if you feel indisposed later."
Yan Ge tilted her head to look at him and could not understand how a man Emperor Yuan would be entangled over such a small thing. "It’s fine."
What does ‘it’s fine’ mean? Emperor Yuan wanted to ask, but he did not know where to start.
The sedan jolted up and down and Emperor Yuan immediately used the opportunity to grab her hand: "Nothing’s the matter?"
Yan Ge shook her head: "Nothing."
Emperor Yuan had no intention of relinquishing his grip, so he held her hand the entire way. He thought a bit smugly in his heart; Yan Ge didn’t refuse, does this not mean she has feelings for him as well?
Although Yan Ge’s palms had sword calluses, she was a woman in the end. Her fingers were thin and her hands were quite small. Perhaps it was due to her martial arts practice, her palms were very warm. The hand Emperor Yuan used to hold her gradually began to sweat.
Yan Ge: “Your Majesty isn’t hot?”
Emperor Yuan: "Call may call me Qi’an when we’re out of the palace.”
"Oh." Yan Ge readily followed good advice: "Qi’an Xiong[brother], aren’t you hot holding my hand?”
He suddenly thought that his name sounded especially pleasant when it came out of her mouth.
He was somewhat hyper when he replied: "A bit."
Investigations were strict at this time in the capital. Emperor Yuan was not afraid since it was his territory, but Yan Ge’s injury was not well: "Your injury has just cracked. It’s not suitable to go out. Your wound just burst and it's not suitable for going out. It would be better for you to sleep in tonight. "
Yan Ge tugged his sleeve: "I have waited the entire day for Your Majesty. It’s merely slipping out of the palace. Your Majesty’s personal safety is not a concern, and my injury is unimportant. I have had so many injuries that were not tended to as well as this one, yet I’m still alive and well. Your Majesty does not need to worry.”
Emperor Yuan had just drunk the hangover soup and was mostly sobered up. Moreover, today was an awfully good day. After his coming of age ceremony, the ministers who used his age as an excuse to control the court now had to return their power back to him.
People tended to be in a good mood on happy occasions, and so after listening to Yan Ge’s words, he decided to go out of the palace.
He was rather curious to know where Yan Ge was going to take him.
Yan Ge's chest was injured, therefore Emperor Yuan was very low-profile and used a small carriage to leave the palace.
He and Yan Ge were crammed together. Although the space was tight, neither one minded.
Emperor Yuan found that Yan Ge seemed to have no reaction even if he was close to her.
At first, he thought Yan Ge was shy, but after observing, he gradually realized that Yan Ge might regard herself as a man.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with two men being close together.
This awareness made Emperor Yuan feel terrible.
So he said tentatively sounded her out: "Zhen[I] was drunk earlier. You need not mind it."
There was no way the average woman would not mind.
Yan Ge was not average. As long as Emperor Yuan does not rub her hair, she doesn't mind even if they sleep together.
Consequently, when she heard Emperor Yuan’s sensible words, Yan Ge laughed: “You Majesty is not obliged to care. I too don’t mind.”
Those words that were akin to a dog’s bite were promptly swallowed back by her.
Even if he did not hear the second half, Emperor Yuan's face instantly turned black.
Could it be his technique was bad? He reflected back on it in a fluster: Or maybe Yan Ge did not yet understand the delight between men and women?
When he thought of this delight, Emperor Yuan also felt there was nothing particularly delightful about it. He had long since been numb to these matters.
However, more attention needed to be paid to this kind of business when it concerned women. So, Emperor Yuan coughed and spoke cautiously: "You can tell Zhen[me] if you feel indisposed later."
Yan Ge tilted her head to look at him and could not understand how a man Emperor Yuan would be entangled over such a small thing. "It’s fine."
What does ‘it’s fine’ mean? Emperor Yuan wanted to ask, but he did not know where to start.
The sedan jolted up and down and Emperor Yuan immediately used the opportunity to grab her hand: "Nothing’s the matter?"
Yan Ge shook her head: "Nothing."
Emperor Yuan had no intention of relinquishing his grip, so he held her hand the entire way. He thought a bit smugly in his heart; Yan Ge didn’t refuse, does this not mean she has feelings for him as well?
Although Yan Ge’s palms had sword calluses, she was a woman in the end. Her fingers were thin and her hands were quite small. Perhaps it was due to her martial arts practice, her palms were very warm. The hand Emperor Yuan used to hold her gradually began to sweat.
Yan Ge: “Your Majesty isn’t hot?”
Emperor Yuan: "Call may call me Qi’an when we’re out of the palace.”
"Oh." Yan Ge readily followed good advice: "Qi’an Xiong[brother], aren’t you hot holding my hand?”
He suddenly thought that his name sounded especially pleasant when it came out of her mouth.
He was somewhat hyper when he replied: "A bit."
