Chapter 1090: Chapter 1088 Being Enved by the Brother-inw, epted It


    “Stop talking, Seventh Brother, hurry up and take me back, I need to make medicine for you, and I’ll be over the wall again tomorrow to apply it for you!”


    Leng Muling anxiously tugged at Mo Qi’s hand and they left.


    Although the pce road was not long, they both cherished the walk hand in hand.


    Chu Yihan and Zhuo Junli emerged from the imperial study to witness this scene.


    Chu Yihan’s gaze shifted slightly, while Zhuo Junli, as if it were second nature, wanted toment with a flick of his fan, “What a passionate couple, truly a match made in heaven!”


    Mo Qi was steady, Leng Muling was naive and lively; they seemed to be a perfect match!


    Chu Yihan spoke with a hint of coldness, “The old Prime Minister has not stated it explicitly, but he certainly disagrees.”


    Zhuo Junli realized that after bing Prime Minister, he was no longer allowed to carry a fan, and could only stand with hands sped behind him, feigning worldliness with a sigh, “No matter how high a position the Imperial Guard Commander stands in, it’s just like this. As for the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s Estate, apart from bing an imperial consort, she should at least marry into the region as a Regional Princess. This disparity in status is a wall too high to climb!”


    And one that is quite easy to hit your head against until it bleeds.


    Chu Yihan’s right hand clenched into a fist. If he wanted Mo Qi to match Leng Muling’s status, it wasn’t that he was without means; he just needed time to make it happen.<div>


    On the other hand, Zhuo Junli followed behind him like a shadow , insisting on returning with him to his sleeping quarters.


    Chu Yihan cast a cool nce at him, “Go back to the Prime Minister’s Estate.”


    “I won’t! Jin’er is not here today, and I just want to follow the emperor and scrounge a meal at the empress’s ce. I’ve heard that the empress’s meals are even more exquisite than the emperor’s! I really do want to enjoy a good feast,” Zhuo Junli shamelessly dered.


    “Do you deserve it?” Chu Yihan mocked with cold lips.


    “I certainly don’t by myself, but I do when I follow the emperor!”


    “Shameless.”


    “The emperor is not hearing this for the first time; at least, in consideration of my dedication and hard work, please grant me a meal this evening,” Zhuo Junli begged.


    Zhuo Junli shamelessly followed Chu Yihan to the meal.


    Chu Yihan had much contempt for this kind of behavioring to scrounge meals at the pce when Yun Sijin was not around.


    Whenever he came to scrounge a meal, he would certainly keep Zhuo Junli busy in the pce for days on end.


    Zhuo Junli knew about the Yun Sijin affair; it was Chu Yihan who had dealt with it behind the scenes, asking Su Qingzhi to adopt Yun Sijin as a foster daughter of the Marquis’s Manor so she could marry him, the current Prime Minister.


    So even being ‘enved’ by his ‘brother-inw’, he epted it.


    After all, didn’t he now have ties to the Marquis’s Manor?


    Inside the sleeping quarters, Su Yingxue saw Zhuo Junliing again and greeted him with a smile, “Brother-inw, here you are cking in the pce again today?”


    Zhuo Junli may have appeared graceful on the surface, a fine gentleman in this troubled world, but he was truly mean!


    The incident that had infuriated her in the past, she still remembered it.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Zhuo Junli also knew that he was mentioned several times in Su Yingxue’s little book, so the smile he returned was particrly polite, “Since the Royal Sister’s meals in the pce are so delicious, naturally, I as your brother-inw, wish to partake more of them!”


    Hey!


    To think he would get breathless from being called ‘brother-inw’!<div>


    Su Yingxue brushed him aside and pointed to the seat opposite her on the lower end, “Brother-inw, you may join the table for dinner, but you must still observe the proper decorum between sovereign and subject, so take your seat below mine.”


    “Your modest servant obeys,” he said.


    Zhuo Junli took her retort well, totally unconcerned about face.


    Compared with imperial cuisine, that concern was just not appealing.<div>


    Chu Yihan, for his part, didn’t concern himself with their bickering, busilydling soup and arranging dishes for Su Yingxue, piling her table high like a small hill.


    Su Yingxue ate little by little, cheerfully finishing everything Chu Yihan had heaped up for her.


    After all, she was already plump, so it hardly mattered anymore in this half-month.


    After dinner, Su Yingxue assigned Zhuo Junli an excellent ‘chore’.