“Pei Ji, make it clear. Did this princess sleep with you? These past two days were just for detoxifying!”
Chu Yunge couldn’t help but kick Pei Ji. “You still have the nerve to blame this princess? I think you’re the one with a head full of dirty thoughts, and you even dared to call this princess by name directly. You’ve got some guts.”
The kick didn’t hurt Pei Ji at all. With Chu Yunge’s strength and speed, he could have dodged it easily if he wanted, but for some reason, this kick made him extremely uncomfortable.
It was just like how furious he had felt earlier when he thought of Chu Yunge wanting another man to detoxify her.
He could turn a blind eye to detoxifying separately, but detoxifying together was something he absolutely couldn’t accept.
He couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to watch her roll into Yan Feng’s arms in the middle of the night.
Even if it was just for detoxification, he couldn’t accept it.
“Calling you by name was my mistake, and I admit it. But two people together—no.”
“Fine, if it’s no, then it’s no.” Chu Yunge picked up her chopsticks. “You weren’t even on schedule for tonight anyway. The earliest for you should be the night after tomorrow.”
She paused. “But is this detoxification effect really that poor?” She had originally planned a seven-day workweek: four days detoxifying, three days off. Now there were no days off?
Pei Ji’s gaze drifted. “I don’t know about others, but it hasn’t been great for me.”
“Alright then, come tomorrow night.”
The corner of Pei Ji’s mouth twitched upward quickly. He sat back down and looked at Chu Yunge’s feet. “You have no hands, but you have feet. You could hook with your feet… or step on me, that works too.”
He had originally said “hook with your feet,” but it felt off, so he changed it to “step.”
Chu Yunge glanced at him. It seemed the detoxification effect varied by person—Pei Ji was even letting her step on him.
“As long as we touch, it’s fine.”
Chu Yunge directly spread her legs. Not only did her toes touch Pei Ji, even her knees brushed against him.
Pei Ji’s heart jumped. Then he saw Chu Yunge’s other leg extending toward Qingchen.
“Come on, Qingchen, don’t waste it. My feet are idle anyway.”
After saying that, Chu Yunge laughed at herself. “A human-form antidote—it gives you the illusion that your whole body is treasure.”
Both Pei Ji and Qingchen stiffened, but neither retreated for the moment.
Chu Yunge moved quickly. “Let’s eat first. I’m hungry.”
This body was even weaker than she had thought. After a tiring day, she now felt weak and listless, urgently needing to replenish energy.
Chu Yunge knew she needed to eat more, but after just two bites, her movements slowed.
Her body was weak and listless. Her mind told her to eat, but her body… didn’t want to.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like these dishes?” Qingchen noticed the anomaly first.
“No.” It was just the loss of appetite from anemia’s aftereffects—she had experienced it in modern times too.
She had just been marveling at the luxurious life in the Princess Mansion earlier, but now with gourmet food before her, her appetite failed her.
Chu Yunge forced herself to keep eating, nearly making herself nauseous.
By the end of dinner, she hadn’t replenished any energy and felt even more wilted.
Pei Ji frowned and went to the kitchen to make some appetizing dishes, but Chu Yunge didn’t eat them in the end—she truly had no appetite.
“I’ll rest for a bit. You two can go.”
While Pei Ji and Qingchen hesitated about leaving, Du Ruo reported, “Your Highness, Young Master Li has arrived.”
Pei Ji paused. Young Master Li—that was…
“Li Guangi, let him in quickly.”
Her little milk dog was just what she needed to perk her up.
Pei Ji watched as Chu Yunge’s eyes lit up instantly, and the concern and worry in his gaze vanished completely.
Qingchen glanced at Pei Ji’s expression, then thoughtfully looked toward the door.
Li Guangi wore moon-white robes—the ones she had chosen for him yesterday. They were fresh and elegant, brightening the eyes.
But upon seeing Pei Ji and Qingchen, his steps halted.
“Come in.” Chu Yunge beckoned. “No need for formalities. What’s that you’re holding?”
Li Guangi still completed the formal bow before rising and approaching her. In his plate was… a fruit salad, the ancient version.
Chu Yunge, who had no appetite before, brightened at the sight of the fruit salad.
“Did you hear I had no appetite, so you made this specially?”
Li Guangi was about to write when he heard that, then nodded blankly.
“I knew it.” Chu Yunge felt great seeing the obedient Li Guangi. “Then this princess must enjoy it properly and not disappoint Young Master Li’s kind intentions.”
Upon hearing this, Li Guangi let out a breath of relief and couldn’t help but smile.
His smile was like a pear blossom in first bloom—fresh and warm, lifting everyone’s spirits.
Chu Yunge’s good mood meant someone else’s soured.
“Hmph.” Pei Ji snorted, stood up directly, and left. “I won’t disturb Your Highness’s good time.”
Chu Yunge looked up and only saw Pei Ji’s back.
Qingchen lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable. “Your Highness, this monk bids farewell.”
“Alright, you should go rest soon too.”
Chu Yunge paused. “Du Ruo, have the kitchen prepare some blood-tonifying soup for Master Qingchen.”
“Yes.”
Qingchen’s figure paused, but he didn’t turn back or thank her as he usually did.
Chu Yunge didn’t take it to heart. With no outsiders left, her mood fluttered.
“Tired today… otherwise, Guangi, would you feed this princess?”
Li Guangi froze for a moment, somewhat at a loss, but he took the bowl and spoon anyway and then seriously began feeding her.
He had probably raised a younger sister before—his movements were very practiced.
The fruit salad tasted average, but Li Guangi was a feast for the eyes. Chu Yunge ate it all down.
While admiring her little milk dog, she suddenly frowned. “What’s this?”
She pointed to Li Guangi’s neck—a blood mark, like he’d been scratched.
Li Guangi grew uneasy. Chu Yunge had suddenly made him many clothes, knew he had a sister, and even upgraded his food. It inevitably stirred jealousy among the other studs, who tried to snatch his clothes and caused a conflict.
Li Guangi hurriedly wrote: “Someone robbed my clothes.”
Chu Yunge raised a brow. In the inner palace, women fought for favor; the studs fought for favor too.
Her people couldn’t be bullied.
She was about to speak when Li Guangi’s pen didn’t stop:
“Your Highness, the Prince Consort already handled it. The Prince Consort helped me.”
Chu Yunge: “…”
Xie Wangze, the future Emperor of Chen State, was now handling her harem’s petty jealousies…
She gave an awkward smile. “The Prince Consort really went through trouble—having to deal with this kind of thing too.”
“If something like this happens again, have them come find me directly. Don’t go to the Prince Consort, got it?”
Li Guangi nodded, so obedient it made one want to kiss him.
Since she had transmigrated and was raising studs, she naturally wouldn’t wrong herself.
Chu Yunge reached out and hooked Li Guangi’s chin. “Li Guangi, do you remember what this princess said before? After saving your sister, you became mine.”
Chu Yunge’s fingers moved slightly. Li Guangi didn’t know if it was itchiness or something else—his pupils shook, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
Chu Yunge lowered her gaze. “You were plotted against before. What about now? Do you want to stay with this princess?”
Li Guangi’s eyes widened round. He looked at Chu Yunge’s expression and knew this answer was important. After hesitating, he nodded.
The princess had helped save his sister. If he took his sister out of the Princess Mansion now, they’d just fall back into his father’s hands…
The princess didn’t mind his muteness and liked his face, so he’d stay in the Princess Mansion to repay her.
Seeing him nod, Chu Yunge’s curled lashes trembled with satisfaction. “Such a good boy.”
There was fun in forcing, but he suited being obedient.
She wasn’t in the mood for forcing now anyway, and luckily he hadn’t disappointed her.
Chu Yunge leaned down and kissed him.