One minute later, Wen Fuyue wished she could go back in time and slap herself.
[Oh my god! It's just making a bun wrapper. What on earth is he doing? I can't stand it. How can he be so clumsy? It's driving me crazy!]
Hearing Wen Fuyue's inner complaints, Wei Sinian rarely felt a bit guilty. He gave a soft cough and held up the oddly - shaped dough in his hand, asking, "Imperial Consort, what should I do next?"
Wen Fuyue: "..." Calm down, calm down. He's the emperor!
She took a deep breath and shifted her gaze from the misshapen dough to his face.
On Wei Sinian's handsome face was a calm expression, but somehow there was a speck of flour on his chin, which made his whole aura no longer cold and dangerous, but rather carried a hint of indescribable gentleness. Especially after the cold and violent aura around him dissipated, Wen Fuyue met his deep, ink - like eyes with a hint of inquiry in them and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
[My goodness! His good looks are so captivating. What was wrong with me just now? I was actually captivated by this tyrant emperor's good looks for a moment. Oh well! Forget it. I must be more careful in the future. No matter how attractive he is, I can't forget that he's a tyrant. And why doesn't he even know how to make a bun wrapper? I'm so mad!]
Hearing this, the inkiness in Wei Sinian's eyes deepened. Wen Fuyue felt her heart flutter, and a blush crept onto her fair little face.
"Like this." Wen Fuyue quickly turned around, picked up the wrapper she had just made, and demonstrated. Her voice had a hint of hoarseness that she was unaware of. "Scoop a spoonful of this filling and put it in, then gently pinch the wrapper together, like this..."
When Wen Fuyue turned around, she saw that Wei Sinian was very close, almost encircling her in his arms. His warm breath tickled her ear.
[Ah!]
Wen Fuyue only felt the breath in her ear was a bit numbing. Her hand loosened, and the crab - roe bun she had just wrapped fell.
Wei Sinian was quick - witted, but unfortunately, the bun's skin was so thin that the moment he caught it, the bun filling leaked out all over his hand. The yellow - and - white crab - roe filling with oil flowed out of the thin white skin, covering Wei Sinian's hand. The sticky feeling made him frown involuntarily.
[My bun, aaaaah!]
Wen Fuyue was heart - broken. Her gaze at Wei Sinian couldn't help but be filled with heartache and reproach.
Seeing the woman in front of him showing her emotions without any disguise, Wei Sinian ignored the disgusting feeling in his palm. He took the handkerchief from the trembling Anfu and wiped his hand. A hint of pleasure curved his lips.
Wen Fuyue saw the darkness in his eyes and couldn't help but shiver. She pulled herself out of the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere just now.
How could she forget? This was a world in a novel, and Wei Sinian was the tyrant who would end up miserably in the story.
But this thought flashed through her mind so quickly that Wei Sinian didn't even have time to catch this inner voice.
He only saw that the smile in Wen Fuyue's eyes suddenly froze for a moment and then quickly disappeared, like a bubble under the sun, vanishing before it could be touched.
Wen Fuyue's face returned to her usual fake smile. When she looked at Wei Sinian, her smile was bright, but she unconsciously bit her lips. A few loose strands of hair were blown down by the wind that got into the room.
Looking at her, Wei Sinian only felt a sudden wave of irritation filling his heart. His eyes became gloomy again, and he seemed to return from the sunlight to the once - dark palace.
What went wrong?
Wei Sinian instinctively felt that he should do something now to disrupt Wen Fuyue's train of thought.
So, in Wen Fuyue's shocked gaze, he used his other hand full of flour to tuck her loose hair behind her ear, getting her temples covered in flour.
[You tyrant emperor! I'm going to get angry! I'll remember this. One day, I must smear flour all over his face!]
Wen Fuyue took a deep breath, suppressing the swear words that were about to blurt out. But she didn't know that all her words had fallen into the ears of the man in front of her.
The imperial consort was cuter when she was so straightforward and real.
Wei Sinian looked at Wen Fuyue's indignant back thoughtfully.
After they finished making the buns, Wen Fuyue was completely exhausted both physically and mentally. She and Wei Sinian collapsed on the lounge chairs.
"Imperial Consort, the Mid - Autumn Festival banquet will be held in a few days." Wei Sinian's voice was emotionless. His look at Wen Fuyue was very complicated, even containing a hint of scrutiny. "You will be in charge of this banquet. I will send someone to assist you."
Wei Sinian stared at her intently.
On the woman's fair little face appeared a faint blush, but it was not shyness but anger. Wen Fuyue's eyes were wide open, looking like a startled fawn.
[I don't want to work! Why? Isn't it good for me to be a beautiful vase? Can I refuse?]
Before she could speak, Wen Fuyue saw that Wei Sinian seemed to know what her next words would be. His smile gradually widened, with a hint of malice, and his voice was full of teasing. "As the mistress of the palace, the imperial consort naturally cannot refuse. I will send someone to assist you."
Hearing this bad news, Wen Fuyue almost burst into tears.
This was different from the original story. She could just lie back and relax, so why did she have to deal with others this time?
Wait! Wen Fuyue suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. The next second, her hands and feet turned cold.
Would she meet the relatives of the original body? Wen Fuyue began to panic.
The fragrance of the calming incense filled the palace, sweet and making people a bit sleepy. But Wen Fuyue suddenly felt as if she smelled the smell of rust, like blood.
"Come, summon the imperial physician!"
Wei Sinian only saw the woman in front of him suddenly turn pale, and then two streaks of red flowed from her nose.
He was plunged into a strange panic. His voice trembled, and a hint of madness flashed across his eyes.
No, was it his ability that made her bleed?
Through these days of probing, Wei Sinian had already understood that the imperial consort was a different person. He had just heard Wen Fuyue's panicked inner voice, and the next second he saw her face turn pale.
He wouldn't let her leave!
...
"Your Majesty, has the imperial consort eaten too many spicy foods recently?" The imperial physician, kneeling on the ground tremblingly, looked at the gloomy - faced Wei Sinian and the imperial consort as pale as paper and gently asked.
Wei Sinian: "..."
Wen Fuyue: "..." I thought I was going to die.
"Come, remove the small kitchen in the imperial consort's palace." Wei Sinian glared at Wen Fuyue fiercely. His eyes were like a cold wild beast, full of anger. "From now on, the imperial consort will come to my place to eat."
[Waaaaah, no! If the small kitchen is removed, what will happen to my ginger milk curd, braised pork, and spicy sliced pork in hot oil? I don't want to eat such bland food every day!]
"Does the imperial consort have any other ideas?"
Facing Wei Sinian's anger, Wen Fuyue whispered weakly, "No, thank you, Your Majesty."
[What other ideas can I have? I'm so sad. If the small kitchen is removed, what's the meaning of my life? Just let me die!]
Forget it. Hearing Wen Fuyue's inner wails, before his reason returned, Wei Sinian blurted out, "If the imperial consort wants to eat something, she can ask me."
But don't even think about heavy - flavored food.
As soon as the words were out, Wei Sinian immediately frowned in regret.
When had he become so lenient?
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Seeing the bright smile that suddenly bloomed on Wen Fuyue's face and the genuine joy in her eyes, Wei Sinian swallowed back the words of denial that were on the tip of his tongue.
Let her be. As long as she can keep her life.