Lan Chuchu threw a tantrum, making Xi Jiuye even more irritated.
It wasn't until evening that he finished his work and remembered Lan Chuchu and her condition, deciding to check on her.
When he arrived at Lan Chuchu's palace, a maid quickly came forward to greet him.
"How is the Divine Consort? Is she still sulking?"
Xi Jiuye hadn't been to the Divine Palace for quite some time.
"Since the Divine Consort returned, she's been sitting there wiping tears. She'll be very happy to see Your Majesty."
The maid hurriedly ushered Xi Jiuye into the palace. When Lan Chuchu saw Xi Jiuye, she wiped the redness from her eyes and turned her head away in feigned anger.
"Lan'er, don't be mad anymore. If you want to admire the plum blossoms, I'll accompany you."
Xi Jiuye rubbed his temples, stepped forward, and comforted Lan Chuchu.
These days, his mind was unsettled for some reason, and memories from the past frequently surfaced.
