Han Qingyue also considered another possibility, thinking that Qing Chen wanted to use this method to test whether she was willing to be loyal to him.
Anyway, her fate was sealed, and Han Qingyue had convinced herself to accept it.
So, after drinking another cup of tea, she raised her hand to her forehead and, with noticeably awkward acting, said, "I, my head is so dizzy, so sleepy…"
After speaking, she collapsed directly onto the bed.
She didn't want Qing Chen to find an excuse to make trouble for the Han clan's imperial family.
[Wifely Favor successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: Speed attribute +1!]
Closing the System panel, Qing Chen frowned as he looked at Han Qingyue, who had collapsed on the bed.
He had lived two lives, and he had only heard of being drunk, but never of someone being 'water-drunk.'
Then, noticing Han Qingyue's slightly trembling eyelids, he guessed that she was faking sleep.
Qing Chen couldn't immediately figure out her reason for faking sleep.
In any case, it was absolutely impossible that she genuinely wanted to consummate their marriage with him.
Unable to understand Han Qingyue's intention in faking sleep, Qing Chen simply stopped thinking about it, took off her shoes, and straightened her body.
'Is it… coming…?'
Feeling Qing Chen's movements, Han Qingyue was extremely nervous, even her ten round, vermilion toes clenched tightly.
What Han Qingyue hadn't expected was that Qing Chen not only didn't pounce on her like a hungry wolf but instead covered her with a blanket.
"..." Her delicate brows furrowed, puzzled by Qing Chen's intentions.
According to Han Qingyue's preconceived notions of Qing Chen, he should have been unable to restrain himself after she 'fainted.'
She truly couldn't understand the reasoning behind this.
On the other hand, Qing Chen was simply gambling, betting that taking off Han Qingyue's shoes and covering her with a blanket would count as an act of Wifely Favor and meet the System's random reward criteria.
The fact was, he gambled correctly.
[Wifely Favor successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: Two first-grade Qi Refining Pills!]
'Qi Refining Pills! And two of them?!'
This also conveniently verified another idea in Qing Chen's mind.
Although the rewards were random, the more effort put into the act of Wifely Favor itself, the greater the quantity or quality of the System rewards would be accordingly.
After confirming this, Qing Chen immediately ordered someone to bring a basin of hot water.
Han Qingyue, lying on the bed, secretly opened her eyes a crack, watching Qing Chen's every move, and saw him return with the water.
She couldn't help but overthink, suspecting that Qing Chen saw her faking sleep for too long, regretted that this game was boring, and since she wouldn't wake up, he wanted to splash her awake.
Or perhaps, he simply wanted to torment her for his own amusement!
'Pervert!'
Just as she cursed him silently, Qing Chen had already placed the basin by the bed, wrung out a towel, and then sat down beside Han Qingyue, gently wiping her face, which had a few beads of cold sweat, with the towel.
"..." Moved? Han Qingyue didn't dare to move.
The gentler Qing Chen was, the more abnormal and terrifying he seemed to her.
It felt like the calm before a storm.
Qing Chen paid no mind to her thoughts; he was busy grinding for Wifely Favor rewards, enjoying himself immensely.
[Wifely Favor successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: Ten first-grade Qi Refining Pills!]
After wiping once, he wrung out the towel again and continued to wash Han Qingyue's face.
[Wifely Favor successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: One second-grade Qi Moistening Pill!]
With the reward in hand, he wrung out the towel again, repeating the process...
[Wifely Favor successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: Free attribute +5!]
[Wifely Favor successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: Ten first-grade Qi Refining Pills!]
...
Qing Chen discovered that although the System didn't restrict the repetition of Wifely Favor methods, there had to be a complete set of actions.
For example, after wiping her face once, he had to wash the towel clean before wiping again to trigger the next Wifely Favor reward.
When he had repeatedly wiped Han Qingyue's face for the twelfth time.
Crack!
Han Qingyue finally couldn't sit still, raised her hand, grabbed Qing Chen's wrist, sat up, her eyes full of vigilance, "You, what exactly do you want to do?!"
"Uh, I saw sweat on your face and wanted to wipe it for you," Qing Chen replied.
But the next moment, he realized that this excuse was truly clumsy.
Who washes someone's face a dozen times?
He had been so focused on grinding rewards that he hadn't considered this at all.
So he quickly explained, "I'm a bit of a clean freak, so I wipe things a bit more than others."
'You call this a bit more?'
Of course, such a complaint could only be said in Han Qingyue's heart.
She had to admit that when facing Qing Chen, the son of a powerful official with a vast background, Han Qingyue felt even more than when she was with Han Cheng what it meant to be like a tiger accompanying the Emperor!
"Then you continue," Han Qingyue released Qing Chen's hand, lay back on the bed, looking as if he could do whatever he pleased.
Qing Chen looked at her face, which he had rubbed red, and then withdrew his outstretched hand, "That's enough, it's already clean enough."
He felt that if he kept wiping, he would surely rub Han Qingyue's face raw.
Just from this one method of Wifely Favor, he had already gained dozens of Medicinal Pills, excluding a large number of first-grade Medicinal Pills, there were even second-grade Medicinal Pills, definitely not a loss.
Qing Chen knew perfectly well that achieving the Great Emperor Cultivation was by no means easy; before that, it was certainly not impossible to use these Medicinal Pills to enhance his strength.
Qing Chen did not intend to waste his Cultivation talent in vain.
But before that, he still needed to gain more Wifely Favor rewards from Han Qingyue.
Grumble…
Just as his mind was rapidly turning, contemplating new Wifely Favor schemes.
A faint sound suddenly came from beside his ear.
Qing Chen followed the sound, his gaze falling on Han Qingyue's stomach, certain that the sound came from within.
Looking at Han Qingyue's flushed face again, a flash of inspiration struck Qing Chen.
He went to the round table and brought back a plate of pastries.
Han Qingyue desperately clutched her stomach, her face flushed with shame, so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
So much had happened today that she hadn't had time to eat, which was why she had been so undignified.
As a princess, Han Qingyue had always been strict with herself in this regard since childhood.
She never expected to show such an embarrassing side in front of Qing Chen.
"Get up and eat something; don't let yourself starve."
Hearing Qing Chen's voice by her ear, Han Qingyue tentatively opened her eyes and then saw him offering a plate of pastries to her.
Han Qingyue propped herself up with her hands, sat up from the bed, looked at Qing Chen, then at the plate of pastries in his hand, feeling an indescribable sense of incongruity and strangeness.
This was too different from the Qing Chen in her preconceived notions.
If it weren't for Qing Chen's notorious reputation in the Great Han Dynasty and the vulgar words he had said to her during their last meeting, Han Qingyue would definitely have suspected that she had married the wrong person and that Qing Chen was being framed.
'He's faking it! He must be faking it! Han Qingyue, you can't be deceived by his hypocrisy!'
Grumble…
Her stomach rumbled again, and Han Qingyue couldn't care less about anything else. She shook her head, clearing her mind of extra thoughts, and decided to eat something first, not wanting Qing Chen to see her embarrassing side again.
But just as she reached out to take a pastry from the dish, Qing Chen snatched the plate of pastries away a step ahead.
Before Han Qingyue could think further, Qing Chen had already picked up a pastry and actively brought it to her mouth, "I'll feed you."