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Suddenly, only the two of them remained in the hall.

Xie Ling stood up and ran her fingertips across her ash-covered cheek, the heat burning her skin.

"Did you make this yourself?"

The calluses on his palm brushed against her skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine. Qi Yitang subconsciously touched the spot he had touched; it was a little itchy. "Mmm."

Her obedient nodding manner was just like a kitten, making Xie Ling feel a tingling sensation in her heart.

Very nice.

The emperor's unfathomable pupils cast shimmering light, like scattered gold. If only it could last forever... He lowered his eyes to conceal the turbulent undercurrents within them. He didn't care who she had once held in her heart; as long as she had him in her eyes from now on, that was enough.

After all, the dead have no right to compete with him for it.

A dark glint flashed in Xie Ling's eyes, but his face softened. "Sit down and eat with me."

Qi Yitang hesitated.

Xie Ling chuckled softly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "What? Is it that Tangtang doesn't want to sit with me, or...?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, "This fish, like the wine from a few days ago, has something in it?"

[I'm telling you, don't be too fond of the villains. They know perfectly well what's going on, yet they stubbornly refuse to investigate.]

With that kind of love-struck mentality, it's no wonder he got riddled with bullets.

Upon seeing the comments, Qi Yitang froze. He knew it after all!

Alarm bells rang in her mind, and she quickly sat down beside him, smiling radiantly, "Of course I'm willing! I especially enjoy sitting with Your Majesty!"

【Do it? Who does it?】

I need details about "doing" it; please describe it in 10,000 words.

[That's enough, you upstairs girl. I have a friend in the hospital whose dying wish is to eat some meat. Let us see him first.]

How long are you guys going to keep playing this cheesy, dirty joke? Speaking of how long…

Seeing the comments, Qi Yitang also recalled certain indescribable scenes, and her face flushed slightly. "Your Majesty, I just suddenly remembered that this fish doesn't seem to have been salted..."

[If it's burnt like this, what's the difference between adding salt and not adding it?]

"It's alright." Yu tried to pick up some fish with his chopsticks. "Let me try it first."

The moment the bitter, burnt taste exploded on her tongue, a strange light flashed in Xie Ling's eyes. This was no longer a question of whether or not salt had been added.

They clearly mistook sugar for salt and burned it into charcoal.

But then he chewed on it nonchalantly, as if he were savoring some delicacy.

Qi Yitang asked eagerly, "Is it edible?"

She was self-aware of her cooking skills; she couldn't call it "delicious," as long as it was edible.

"Yes..." Xie Ling swallowed what appeared to be fish without changing his expression. "It's delicious."

[Upon examination, it was determined that the villain's sense of taste, along with his love-struck mind, had been devoured by the zombies.]

[I suggest consulting with several imperial physicians; this isn't a matter of taste, it's likely a problem with the brain.]

Xie Ling did not find it inedible. His mother was framed and sent to the Cold Palace when she was pregnant with him, and she was not taken out until she was eight years old.

In those years, what haven't we eaten...?

Moldy brown rice, spoiled vegetable soup, and even gnawing on the plaster of walls when I was starving—compared to all that, this plate of fish in front of me is a delicacy.

One snowy night, he huddled in a drafty side hall, so hungry that his vision blurred.

Suddenly, the window creaked softly, and a little dumpling wrapped in a red cloak ran in through the snow, pulling out two warm white steamed buns from its bosom.

"Steamed bun, do you want some?" The little girl tiptoed and stuffed the steamed bun into his hand, the begonia flower hairpin in her hair jingling.

"My name is Tangtang, what's your name?"

He later learned that the pampered daughter of the Grand Tutor had simply taken the wrong path while feeding stray cats.

The cat doesn't like eating steamed buns, which is why he got to eat them.

Later, she would often "take the wrong route" to bring him food, but gradually, she came less and less often...

His mother was pardoned and regained the emperor's favor. He was taken away and became the fifth prince.

When they met again, she followed behind her unfamiliar second brother and sweetly called him "Brother Yu".

Perhaps from that moment on, he was beyond saving; he wanted her to only have eyes for him.

But Tangtang doesn't love him.

Even if he left his harem empty for her sake and promised to have only her for the rest of his life, she didn't care.

She didn't care about the empress's position, nor did she care about being with him for life. In fact, she wished he would take in more women so that she wouldn't be bothered by them.

She only had eyes for her second brother, and all her attempts to befriend him were for his sake.

He lost completely in this relationship.

Sometimes, jealousy is as simple as breathing. Even if Xie Ling doesn't want to admit it, he's almost been pickled like a sour cucumber.

The taste in my mouth is sweet, but why does this fish taste so bitter, like arsenic coated in honey?

Sweetness on the tongue, bitterness in the heart.

"Speak," Xie Ling said, putting down her jade chopsticks and returning to her indifferent expression.

Qi Yitang, looking completely bewildered, asked blankly, "What did you say?"

The emperor suddenly leaned forward, his calloused thumb grinding heavily against the corner of her lips. The gesture was ambiguous to the point of being dangerous, yet his eyes were filled with icy coldness. "Tangtang is so proactive today..."

The pressure from his fingertips suddenly increased. "What exactly do you want?"

After consummating their marriage, she refused to even leave the palace. She remained depressed and unhappy, either lost in thought in her bedchamber or sitting idly by the pond for an entire afternoon.

If she didn't need his help, she would never have given him a kind look.

Xie Ling wouldn't presume to think that she was thinking of him, because that was impossible.

[I knew it, the female supporting character was going to cause trouble again.]

[Heh, the male and female leads are a match made in heaven. The female supporting character is just delusional; she should just be written out of the story.]

[Chastity is a man's best dowry. The male lead claims to love the female supporting character while simultaneously seducing the female lead, and he also has several concubines in his household. This rotten cucumber of a male lead is not even as clean as the emperor. What's so special about him?]

[The male lead is a prince; given the mindset of people in ancient times, it's not surprising that he had several women. This proves the author's writing is realistic.]

[Men are looking for reality in their crotches; they can't hide it anymore. Is a whole plot full of brain-dead clichés really realistic?]

Although the male lead isn't a virgin, he's great in bed, and the female lead can use him right away.

"Of course! Last night, two beautiful women took turns serving me, and their skills were absolutely top-notch (rolls eyes)."

"..." Enough, really enough, I'm blind.

The comments section was already in an uproar over "virginity," but Qi Yitang felt a bit nauseous. She had ruined her life for such a hypocrite.

So stupid!

Fortunately, God gave her a chance to repent, and she will definitely "turn over a new leaf" and never do anything reckless again.

Xie Jingyu, you just wait.

Hell is empty, but I'll make sure you die a much worse death than I did!