Refusing to Serve Me? Then Off With Your Head!

Refusing to Serve Me? Then Off With Your Head! Chapter 63

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Although the emperor did not know why I cried, he knew it wasn't because of physical pain or out of anger towards my maids. Shi Qing told him that pregnant women had imbalance mood, so he simply took it as that and enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug.

I naturally was too embarrassed to tell the real reason; maybe I had been with him for too long and my old 'illness' came back.

I was a sick kid when I was young; I was a picky eater and also arrogant and stubborn. Father used to be really angry at me. Before his palm could even reach out to hit me, I would cry out an earth-shattering cry.

Uncle Tong would always side with me.

There was a saying amongst the common people that; one had a strict father and a benevolent mother, that was also the case for me.

Uncle Tong would unconditionally protect me, taking the role of the mother.

Unfortunately, Father saw right through me, or rather, right through my little tricks. So, he became stricter. My 'illness' then disappeared over the years.

Who would have thought that within a year of being with His Majesty, my 'illness' came back....

Father used to hit me as a way to punish me. That was not the case with His Majesty. He would lecture me and ground me instead.

As time passed, I fear him less and less. Whenever he would get angry, I knew that whatever anger he had left would disappear by noon.

After Consort De passed away, I did not ask him about what were to become of Fan Wang's family members. After all, it had nothing to do with me. I only needed to recuperate in the back palace and wait for what life was about to bring to me.

The 12th lunar month came, and I heard that the ministers were going to celebrate our victory against the rebels. I felt like the palace life was too busy and continuous. I felt impatient thinking about what I would have to endure during the banquet. I was merely frowning while leaning against the long couch, but the emperor caught on to it pretty easily. He put down the memorial in his hand before wrapping his arms around me, "Yi Er don't like palace banquets?"

I snuggled against him, lazily lying under his embrace, "I have to socialize non-stop with irrelevant people on the new year's eve, just thinking about it makes me feel tired. Why don't we lock ourselves inside our palace and celebrate the new year quietly."

Just thinking about it made me feel delirious.

Ever since I got pregnant, the emperor forbade anyone from entering the palace to greet me. Those ministers must have been waiting for a chance to send their wives to ingratiates themselves against me to please the emperor.

He smiled before planting a kiss on my forehead, "Of course."

We spent this new year's eve inside Zhong Hua Palace's warm hall. Feng Zhao Wen and I sat around a warm portable stove. There were meats and fruits placed around the warm stove. He picked up a piece of meat and placed it on a pot on top of the stove. I dipped it into a sauce before putting it on my plate. As I bite into the meat, I looked at him who was sitting in front of me.

Other than the occasional sound of us conversing, the entire Zhong Hua Palace was quiet.

All of the servants were already sent away; there were only the two of us inside the hall. Everything felt so quiet and tranquil, as though our lives were simple and quaint.