I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 38 The hangover soup has a problem.

Su Fengling's lips curled into a wicked smile. It doesn't matter, there's plenty of time in the future.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a surge of blood rushing to her head from being overwhelmed by the alluring atmosphere.

She licked her dry lips and walked down the corridor, wanting to return to her own yard.

Su Fengling chuckled to himself from behind: "Sister, do you want me to take you home?"

Zhongli Yuelu quickened her pace, waved her hand, and kept swallowing to hide her inner panic.

Su Fengling did not chase after them. Instead, he met the gaze of the Silver Guard who was observing from the shadows and smiled slightly.

Zhongli Yuelu patted her chest again.

The nausea from the alcohol kept churning up her; she took a few steps, leaned against a pillar, and dry heaved.

I glanced at him and, if I wasn't mistaken, there was a man holding a Xuan Gu Fan.

He's the only one carrying a fan in this freezing weather.

"Princess." The Xuan Gu Fan was closed in his hand as he slowly walked towards her.

Zhongli Yuelu waved her hand at him, signaling him not to come closer.

He didn't seem to understand her meaning, but still took two steps closer.

Zhongli Yueluo covered her mouth with one hand and stepped back.

He was still puzzled, but Zhongli Yueluo's eyes were filled with anxiety. "No!"

Ugh! He vomited all over his robe, and his face visibly turned black!

He gripped his black bone fan tightly, his brows furrowed. He had been chatting and laughing intimately with the Su brothers just moments before, but the sight of him made him want to vomit!

"What does this mean?" Zhongli Yueluo wiped her mouth, feeling so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

She waved to him repeatedly, telling him not to come any closer, but he insisted on getting so close!

"Young Master Yan, I'm so sorry... Ugh!" She leaned against the pillar and dry heaved to one side.

Perhaps it was the cold wind that made her feel nauseous even more, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him.

His lips trembled slightly as he sighed softly, "Sigh..."

With a wave of his hand, he changed his clothes and handed her a handkerchief, saying, "Wipe yourself off."

Zhongli Yueluo's face was flushed from vomiting. She took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, feeling much better after vomiting.

Her eyes were glistening with tears as she looked up at Yan Ruoyu with a pitiful expression: "Thank you, Young Master Yan."

Yan Ruoyu's eyes were dim, and her Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

They all address each other by their first names, yet he is addressed with such a respectful but distant form of address. I can't quite explain why, but I feel a little angry.

But I still felt sorry for her, so I gently patted her back.

Just as he was about to offer to take her back, the Silver Guard appeared: "Consort Ruoyu, didn't you make a hangover soup in the courtyard?"

Yan Ruoyu was momentarily confused, but then he realized that his subordinates had ulterior motives.

Zhongli Yueluo placed her hand on his arm: "I'm sorry."

She seemed distant from him; even though they had already gone through the wedding ceremony, she treated him with utmost respect.

He wanted to ask why, but couldn't find any grounds to ask.

“Princess, you may call me by my name.” He helped her walk.

But after taking a few steps, she became unsteady on her feet, so I had no choice but to pick her up horizontally.

She didn't seem to have that shyness or excitement either.

"Yes, Young Master Ruoyu."

"Do we have to be so distant between us? Do we have to include Young Master?" A barely perceptible hint of hurt flashed in his eyes.

I thought you would hate such affectionate terms.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the contours of his face, so clear and handsome.

Yan Ruoyu's lips curled up, her eyes flashing with an almost imperceptible emotion.

He looked down at her, his gaze deep and intense, as if he wanted to devour her: "Princess, you should at least be fair."

He then slowly walked back to his own courtyard, where many servants were standing.

They all looked on with delight; their young lord had actually brought the princess back!

Yan Ruoyu placed her on the soft couch and looked at the Silver Guard still standing beside her.

"Didn't I make some hangover soup? Aren't you going to get it?"

Everyone in the room tactfully left; Zhongli Yueluo felt relaxed in his presence.

After all, they had already had intimate contact before, though it was all out of necessity.

She lay casually on her side, propping her head up with her hand, her eyes half-closed, and her breathing slow.

But you could see her chest heaving as she complained, "I'm never drinking this much again, it's too much!"

He tapped her forehead with his finger, and she grabbed it, staring at him.

"Nothing unusual happened today. Maybe Zhong Liyu is secretly plotting to make a move against one of you."

"I am now your consort. What should I do if she tries to provoke me again?"

Her voice was magnetic and extremely alluring, and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed, giving off a provocative vibe.

"Say yes." She shifted to a more comfortable position, tossed her shoes aside, and wiggled her little feet.

He scanned her shapely body with his eyes, and finally, his gaze lingered on her neck.

There are two small red marks, which are the teeth marks left by Su Fengling.

She also scratched her waist and picked at the bridge of her nose.

He suddenly hardened his gaze and spoke in an icy voice: "Princess, I am first and foremost your consort, and only then your business partner. Don't you see me as a man?"

"I know, but you don't like me." She turned over and sat up, crossing one leg.

She brought her face close to his, blinked, and tapped the tip of his nose with her hand.

Even if he doesn't like you, you shouldn't flirt with a man like that. It's dangerous!

He gently grasped her fingers, his eyes gleaming as he eyed his prey.

She tried to break free, but he held her tightly.

She was straining, and her coat slid down her other shoulder.

The gauze dress was visible, revealing the bright red and gold-threaded bodice underneath.

Zhongli Yueluo felt a little embarrassed, frowned, and bit her lip: "I'm thirsty."

He sighed again, released her with a hint of helplessness, and his expression returned to normal.

With a gentle smile in her eyes, just then, someone outside brought in the hangover soup.

He was about to feed her, but she waved her hand and said, "I can do it myself."

She gulped down the water from the bowl, water dripping from the corner of her mouth, which he wiped clean with a handkerchief.

He gently patted her back: "Are you feeling any better?"

"Thank you, I feel much better." She took a long breath and did feel much clearer.

Look at him, his thin lips have a beautiful pink hue, so alluring!

He was really handsome, and she stared at him intently.

Her fingers traced the red vertical line between his eyebrows again. Hmm? Something's not right.

Why did I become so uncontrollable after drinking the hangover soup?

She opened her mouth, feeling hot all over. She frowned, put her hand on his shoulder, and thought that he couldn't possibly be that despicable.

He also noticed that Zhongli Yueluo's gaze towards him was a little strange.

He then picked up the bowl of hangover soup, smelled it, and sighed softly. His subordinates were just too clever for their own good!

“Princess! Please have some self-respect.” At this moment, Zhong Li Yueluo’s hand hooked around his neck, while her other hand tugged at his clothes.

Her little hands were burning hot; he could feel it on his neck.

Her eyes were unfocused, and he looked down at her, but a voice deep inside his head told him he couldn't.