Pei Shuhua saw that Lu Chen had already seen through her lies, and her cheeks, already painted in rosy blush, turned even redder, as if one touch could squeeze out water.
Originally dignified and noble, Pei Shuhua now brimmed with the charm of a young wife.
Seeing Pei Shuhua in this state, Lu Chen's heart stirred, and he had some thoughts.
However, Lu Chen didn't pounce on her, knowing that Pei Shuhua wasn't as resilient as Empress Tianhong and Chu Yunzhi. He gently pinched Pei Shuhua's delicate nose and smiled.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. You should rest for a while now."
Recognizing Lu Chen's act of mercy, Pei Shuhua quickly said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Lu Chen suddenly chuckled, "Still calling me Your Majesty?"
Pei Shuhua's mind froze slightly; Lu Chen was originally the emperor of the Daxia Dynasty, so even as his woman, calling him Your Majesty didn't seem wrong.
Yet...
