Chapter 45

"It's nothing, just, just a bad dream."

A dream filled with hopeless hope that hopped into shvt.

"How's your sleep?"

Ml smiled, cuddling me with his head on the crook of my neck. "What do you think, wife?"

"Good…?"

"Extremely good until I heard your desperate call. Then it wasn't me you're calling out."

Aiya, my dear husband.

This won't do. I should change my acting style. Every time I'm being teased like this, I can't do anything but brush his sleeves instead of touching his sleeves.

"Husband, did I scream the name?"

He nodded seriously, "It was a man's name."

Wha---"How can husband be so sure?"

"I'm not sure."

"…"

His teasing, as always

"Good morning too."

Way to greet me every morning.

"You always greet me, wife. Very strange."

I just smiled, getting up. Well, is my greeting a bit westernized? Anyway. "Husband should get used to it."

"Mmm. Morning…"

"How are you still resting with me?"

Was this guy's work lightened?

"Well, did my wife not want to go out?"

I sighed, "It's not like I would run away when I know it's useless. You don't trust me at all."

He smiled back, "Well, we never trusted each other."

I rolled my eyes. "You're no fun."

Opening the door, Rin was already on the door for orders like she always is, "Can you prepare my bath?"

"Our bath!"

Seriously this guy, "Yes, separate. Serve your master's bath first."

"Understood, master, mistress."

Such a sweet lady. Pretty, obedient, and loyal to her master. Makes me look forward to the day I'll have someone like that.

"Husband, I've been meaning to ask this."

"You help me comb my hair first."

"…" Sure, sure.

Taking the comb from his hand, I started combing his hair, such long hair longer than mine.

"What do you want to say?"

"Don't you have any friends?"

"Friends?"

No, enemies. Enemies can be friends too.

"Other than Physician Feng from these previous months. I don't see anyone visiting you."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Li Jia Ying is just curious."

You know you're famous and everything. Other than the guy plotting you from behind the scenes, I forgot his rank was there's hardly anybody else visiting you.

"Hadn't the princess visited me?"

"That's your admirer."

"Admirer? Indeed, she is."

"Then?"

"Most died in battle, and others are just… others."

He tilted his head, "Do you want me to tell a story?"

I vehemently shook my head. "It's all good hearing the gist of it."

"Hmm. Maybe someone will come sooner or later."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. Other than Physician Feng, no one can see you."

"Husband treats me preciously."

Like a cagebird, even from the outside, we are disguised, if not, I look a bit pretty, but that's it. Not that I'm entirely complaining about being lowkey.

"Why do you want to meet them?"

"Nah, not necessarily."

Of course! How can I seduc—ehem, escape and gain potential cust—nnection?

"Still, it's best to know people close to husband. Won't I embarrass you if someday we meet?"

"Indeed, it might be the truth."

It is the truth.

"If it's you, there's no need."

"???"

"You can offend them as much as you like."

Erm, I don't have such guts, Your Majesty but thanks for letting me know.

"Do you have a name of the person I can offend to the extreme?"

Ml laughed looking at me to see my reaction, "Indeed there is."

Keep looking chill, bae.

"A woman?"

"A man."

Oh.

"Minsheng. Remember that name."

"Roger."

"Roger? No, it's Minsheng."

Yes, yes, it is Minsheng.

"Understood."

He looked at me as if I was up to something which I replied with a smile, "What are you thinking?"

"What are you thinking?"

If I said nothing, you wouldn't believe me. You'll agree if I say it is as if you think I'm up to something.

"About how handsome he is?"

I laughed like a vain woman.

"Wife, there is no one as handsome as your husband. Do not even think about it."

Hoho, what an arrogant bishon. The overlord is far more attractive to me than you thought. Have you ever heard of the subjective apple of my eye kind of thing?

"Yes, yes. Indeed, you are."

To the moon and back.

"I can hear your inner thoughts."

"My inner thoughts are full of your handsomeness."

If I cannot bore you, then what else should I do? Sigh. I miss typing on my search engine.

"Hm."

"Mistress? Master?"

Good timing. I let go of his hair, not before admiring my work, even if he'll be disheveled after taking a bath.

"Alright, your bath is already finished. You go first."

Ml stands up, "Then I'll wait for you to help me again."

"Mhmmm."

I watched him close the door before plopping down our bed, thoughts returning to my dream. Although I'm thankful for his distraction, I want to reminisce about that dream. I need to think about that dream again, just for this moment.

"This is just regrettable."

"I cannot draw what I have in my memory. What if someday it will fade, and I will no longer remember it?"

It is not that I'm losing hope. It's just…just longingness. Yeah, that's it. I am just missing my home sweet home.

Alright, alright. Enough of this emotional sentimentalism poop. There are too many clothes for my disguise, all thanks to Ml for making it all customize for me. Most of all, the dresses were entirely made for men. Just wearing it makes me feel like I'm uke and he is seme.

Honestly, he prefers it better when I did dress prettily. Besides, there are also prepared shelves in our room filled by my soft boy uke male trope type. Thinking about my following makeup for today's outing, I shivered.

I should take the exam for scholars and become an official.

"Wait, I can do that for fun. If not, have poetry with the gentlemen."

Yosh, another way to see and bait some fish! Just thinking about it makes me excited.

"Stop. Be calm. This Ml can read expressions so easily."

Let's have a dark theme preset for this day. Besides, these ancient people's hanfu is awesome. The women got it better. They look like fairies, especially unmarried ones. Too many pretty ladies and handsome boys everywhere, like blooming flowers ready to be reaped and profited for business. Huehue.

"Rin seems to still be talking to him."

No need to wait for Rin then, sheesh it makes me feel sometimes used when someone is serving you. However, my voluntary slave mother is better.

Sigh.

Stop. Here we go again with comparison and then missing them again.

This is not productive at all.

Being stuck with this kind of emotion, even for just half a second for a weak woman like me, would amplify my depression.

"Chill, Jun Xue."

Hopefully, after we stroll outside, some characters will show up and help me with my draft plan.

Yosh. Move forth and take a bath!