Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1240: Extra: Who Has This Young Lady Ever Been Afraid of From Childhood to Adulthood!

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1240: Extra: Who Has This Young Lady Ever Been Afraid of From Childhood to Adulthood!

Su Jingshu recalled Nangong Chang’s obsequious demeanor and thought to herself that he must have lost his memory.

But if he were to recover his memory and found out that she had been alone in a room with the Emperor, then everything would be beyond explanation.

Xiao Jun’an’s cold, thin lips curled into a devoid, shallow smile as he gently asked, "What did the imperial consort just say? I didn’t hear it clearly."

His eyes, cold as ice, stared intensely at Su Jingshu as if trying to see through her eyes into her deepest thoughts, striving to thoroughly understand the soul within her body.

Su Jingshu thought to herself, what are you looking at, haven’t you seen a great beauty before!

She cleared her throat softly, pressing down her voice and feigning tenderness, "What I mean is, Anuan needs your consolation even more, Your Majesty. Perhaps you should pay her a visit to spare her sister’s heart from getting hurt."

Having said that, Su Jingshu retched inwardly.

Screw the sorrow and consolation!

With her understanding of Huo Yuning, that girl was probably enjoying herself somewhere.

It must be said, the experienced indeed have the edge.

Huo Yuning, dressed in a consort’s palace attire, was leaning against a tree on the east wall of Chuxiu Palace, holding a wine calabash, drinking intermittently.

She tucked a corner of her gorgeous skirt into her waist, revealing light-colored underwear beneath, her legs crossed, and her phoenix-headed shoes swaying, her posture relaxed and comfortable.

Huo Yuning looked up at the brightest moon in the sky, and suddenly, sadness welled up from deep within.

"Spring breeze revives the soul far from home, my home is in the peach gardens of China, thousands of rivers and mountains are endlessly beautiful, my heart follows the moon till dawn!"

She almost roared the last line.

Suddenly, Huo Yuning straightened her back, lifting the wine calabash high, shouting towards the moon in the night sky, "I want to go home! Father! Mother! I am so miserable! I’m never full, never warm, and there’s no good wine to drink!"

It was too hard!

She, Little Princess Huo, had been spoiled by her mother since childhood, protected by two brothers, and secretly given whatever she asked for by her father, had never faced such hardship.

Why had she been sent to Daqian, a land amidst war, disasters, and on the brink of demise?

She longed for home, for the Huo Family’s cook, the fine wines of the cellar, and those ruffian young masters whom she could chastise whenever she was upset.

Of course, what she missed most were her family, her father, her mother, and her two brothers.

Anuan couldn’t understand why her mother had sent her here and wanted to ask her face-to-face.

Tuo Qing, stepping out from Chuxiu Palace, approached her under the tree, whispering cautiously, "Little Princess, keep your voice down, lest you disturb the princesses next door and they complain to the Emperor about you."

Huo Yuning’s delicate face turned frosty, her eyes emitting a fierce chill.

She scoffed lightly, her tone filled with cold bitterness, "Screw complaining! Who have I, maiden, ever feared since childhood? I fear neither heaven nor earth, but only my mother’s teary eyes!"

As she spoke, Huo Yuning’s eyes reddened first.

She feared that her mother would become too heartbroken yearning for her father, always causing trouble to draw her mother’s attention and distract her.

She hadn’t expected that indulging herself would feel so exhilarating; she had accidentally become addicted.

Huo Yuning lifted the wine calabash high, tilted the spout downwards, raised her graceful neck, and opened her mouth to drink the wine spilling into the air.

Her posture was bold and dashing, clearly a heroine among women.

Yet this scene made Tuo Qing anxious, stamping her feet—no mistress in the palace ever acted without care for her image.

All the imperial concubines were soft-spoken, probably swaying with every step.

Only her mistress could probably rival the warriors on the battlefield.