Just after leaving Changle Palace, Yun Jiao stepped back:
"Emperor, I can board the sedan chair myself."
Seeing her wariness, Xie Zhixing smiled and curled his lips: "So guarded against me."
"It's not that I'm guarding against you, Your Majesty, it's just that you're always trying to lift me up. This is right in front of Changle Palace, you need to be mindful of the impression it gives, with so many people watching."
As Yun Jiao finished speaking, the palace maids and eunuchs around them all lowered their heads.
The only person who didn't lower their head quickly turned away, pretending to look at the distant scenery when Yun Jiao glanced over.
"...Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager will blame me if she finds out!"
No matter the error, it's always the concubine's fault.
Yun Jiao was considering whether to eat more during meals, and actually gain weight so that the Emperor could no longer lift her easily.
