Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 288 You trust me that much?

The two showed no intention of hiding their intimate behavior, which pleased Emperor Mo Yao. Hearing his son's words, he said, "It's almost time for dinner. Let's eat and then rest."

Hunting activities usually take place in the afternoon, about an hour after lunch. Emperor Moyao's intention was for them to rest during this hour, after which the two of them would still have to appear.

The meals were all prepared by the staff of the main kitchen in the palace, serving not only the officials inside the palace but also the young noblemen outside.

Of course, what was prepared for Emperor Moyao and his entourage was different from what was prepared for the officials.

But His Highness the King of Qin did not want to stay for the meal, so he said, "I'll have someone bring it over in a bit. I'll take her home first."

An unquestionable tone.

Emperor Mo Yao knew that the relationship between the King of Chu and the King of Qin was not as good as before, and he knew the reasons for this. Rather than having an unpleasant meal, he might as well go along with the little brat's wishes.

So Emperor Moyao didn't insist and said, "Then you can go back with me. I'll have someone send the food over in a bit."

Shen Muyue, who was standing to the side, felt a little awkward. She had come with Murong Jing, and if Murong Jing left now and left her behind, it would be too disrespectful of her!

So Shen Muyue secretly clenched her fist, mustered her courage, turned to Emperor Mo Yao, and prepared to take her leave.

Unfortunately, before she could speak, Emperor Mo Yao looked over and said with a smile, "You should stay and keep your aunt company. She's always talking about it, and now that she's finally seeing her again..."

Consort Shen, who was standing to the side, said that she had never mentioned it to Emperor Mo Yao.

However, knowing Emperor Mo Yao's intentions, she was extremely unhappy, but she couldn't undermine him at this time.

She could only force a smile and grit her teeth, saying, "Yes, it's been a long time since I've seen you. Your aunt misses you very much. Why don't you stay and chat for a while, and we can have dinner together later?"

Shen Muyue had no choice but to nod obediently and reply with a "yes".

Just as Su Mowan was wondering how they were going to leave while they were being pulled and tugged at each other, Murong Jing released her hand, so Su Mowan quickly tucked her hand under her fox fur coat.

Feng Yue received the signal and stepped forward to push the wheelchair.

Yinshuang quickly stepped forward and helped Su Mowan up.

This is what she was thinking: the prince just said that Consort Su was not feeling well, so naturally she should help her up.

Su Mowan cooperated and went out the door with Yinshuang's help.

Once outside, he signaled to Yinshuang with his eyes that she could let go, since there was no longer an audience and there was no need to continue the performance.

Yinshuang obediently let go of Su Mowan's hand and walked slightly behind her by half a step.

Murong Jing remained silent, and Su Mowan kept quiet the whole way.

Once they returned to their lodgings, Feng Yue and Yin Shuang tactfully withdrew.

Su Mowan wondered if Murong Jing had something to say to her. She leaned closer and asked, "Is there something you need to tell me?"

Murong Jing looked up at her and said, "I'm tired and want to rest."

"..."

Does that mean you want her to sleep with you?

Su Mowan knew that Murong Jing probably hadn't slept in the carriage, but it was almost time to eat. After thinking for a moment, Su Mowan said, "Why don't you sleep after you've eaten? There's still an hour left."

Murong Jing turned his wheelchair around, heading towards the bedroom.

"I am not hungry."

Seeing this, Su Mowan quickly chased after them, saying, "Let me do it!"

After escorting the person into the bedroom, Su Mowan first unfolded the neatly folded quilt before helping the person upstairs.

Murong Jing frowned slightly as he looked at the quilt. Su Mowan knew he was a germaphobe, so she said, "This is new, no one has used it."

Finally, the person lay down.

Just as Su Mowan was about to cover him with the blanket, she heard Murong Jing say, "Come up."

Well, it seems I really have to make her sleep with me.

Su Mowan didn't say anything, kicked off her boots, and went straight to bed.

To be honest, this palace is located in a desolate, uninhabited place, and it's quite cold.

As soon as I took off my fox fur coat, I felt the cold air rushing in from all directions.

Without hesitation, Su Mowan snuggled into Murong Jing's arms and pulled the blanket around herself tightly, leaving no gaps.

Murong Jing's hand wrapped around her lower back, his warm breath brushing against her forehead, and his low voice sounded above her head.

"cold?"

Su Mowan reached out and hugged his waist tightly, not caring about her hairstyle, and rubbed her face against his chest, saying, "I'm not cold."

Murong Jing's gaze softened slightly at this seemingly dependent and intimate gesture. He gently massaged her lower back with his warm hand and said, "Don't you want to know what I said to Su Mobai and the others?"

Su Mowan felt a chill in her lower back, but when Murong Jing's warm hand covered it, she felt much warmer all over.

She raised her head slightly: "Curiosity is curiosity, I will know what I am meant to know, and I don't need to ask what I am not meant to know."

Murong Jing, on the contrary, was a little unhappy, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Do you think I don't trust you?"

That's a serious statement.

Su Mowan quickly clarified, "This isn't a matter of trust. There are some things I can't help with, so knowing or not knowing makes no difference. Do you expect me to keep asking questions every time something happens?"

That's what he said, but in reality, Murong Jing was a little uneasy. Even though he had kept countless things from Su Mowan, there was one thing he felt he had to tell her.

So Murong Jing lowered his head, looked directly at her, and said somewhat solemnly, "Actually, this king..."

Seeing his expression as if he was about to confess, Su Mowan was taken aback and asked, "You have a woman outside?"

"……no."

Su Mowan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. As long as it's not that, I don't care about anything else. You don't need to tell me anymore. Aren't you tired? Go and rest."

So what was about to be an exit was blocked.

Murong Jing's brows twitched, and he thought to himself that it wouldn't be too late to talk about it at another suitable time.

He was truly exhausted, but how could His Highness the Prince of Qin possibly sleep after witnessing Su Mowan and the Prince of Chu exchanging glances?

So he put his arms around the waist and moved the person up a bit, their foreheads touching. Murong Jing said, "Just now, you glanced at the King of Chu several times in front of me. What did you mean by that?"

Su Mowan finally understood why this person insisted on coming back to rest; it turned out he had seen her little tricks.

She's jealous again.

Su Mowan couldn't understand why Murong Jing's problem was so serious. Logically speaking, only an extremely insecure man would have such a jealous behavior.

After all, a confident man is not afraid of his woman being stolen away.

Murong Jing is far better than the King of Chu in every respect. I don't know why he keeps harping on the King of Chu.

So Su Mowan moved her hand to his back and patted him, saying, "Don't always be so wary. I'm not the kind of woman who can be easily lured away. Besides, compared to you, the King of Chu is far inferior. Even if I look at him hundreds or thousands of times, it's not as good as looking at you once."

"..."

Murong Jing was speechless at such a direct expression of affection. After a while, he said, "I know that I am a thousand times better than the King of Chu, and I know that you don't mean anything by looking at him, but I am still unhappy that you look at him."

This was the first time His Highness the Prince of Qin had expressed his thoughts so frankly. Su Mowan didn't find it unreasonable; on the contrary, she found it quite pleasing.

Just as he was about to say that he wouldn't look anymore, he heard Murong Jing say again, "Would you be happy if I were also staring at Su Huayue?"

"..."

She's quick-witted.

Su Mowan clicked her tongue inwardly, then said, "What's there to see about Su Huayue? If you want to see it, go ahead, I won't stop you."

Murong Jing paused slightly at those words, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowing, revealing a dangerous aura.

"You really won't be upset if I look at other women?"

Su Mowan knew what he meant; she had to be jealous. She blinked, her long, curled eyelashes brushing against Murong Jing's cheek.

"Why should I be unhappy? You promised you would only like me."

Murong Jing paused again, and after a moment of silence, he said, "You trust me that much?"

"nature."

Su Mowan did not hesitate.

“Su Mobai said that His Highness the Prince of Qin is a trustworthy person, and I trust his judgment.”

Murong Jing's eyes initially lit up with pleasure upon hearing the first part, but his face darkened upon hearing the second part.

Is it because you trust Su Mobai that you think he's a reliable person?

His Highness Prince Qin was in a very complicated mood. Should he thank Su Mobai for speaking well of him, or should he be unhappy that Su Mowan trusted Su Mobai more than him?

Although she knew that Su Mobai and she had a sibling relationship of more than ten years, and that she had only been around for a few months and couldn't compare, she still felt a little jealous.

What she just said made it sound as if Su Mobai said he was someone she could entrust with her affairs, so she did.

If Su Mobai had chosen someone else as someone trustworthy, would she have entrusted her with that person as well?

So His Highness the King of Qin turned slightly to the side and kissed her lips, "What Su Mobai said is what he said, but you should also have your own ideas."

Su Mowan hugged Murong Jing's waist and kissed him back. "Do I need to explain my idea? If I didn't think you were worth it, why would I waste my time here? Besides, we've kissed and hugged, so my attitude is clear enough. Don't ask me these kinds of questions again."

Su Mowan never expected that Murong Jing, who was always arrogant and domineering, would have such an insecure and anxious mentality.

She thought about it carefully and realized that she wasn't the kind of person who was so charming that everyone loved her. Apart from Tang Minzhi, she didn't seem to have any romantic interests. Why would Murong Jing be like this?

Thinking about it this way, she should be the one who cares. If Murong Jing goes out, who knows how many young women and wives will be peeking at him.

Just as he was thinking this, Murong Jing nuzzled her cheek and suddenly asked, "What have you thought about what happened last night?"

What happened last night?

Su Mowan was stunned for a moment, then, recalling their conversation last night, she wanted to avoid the topic.

She turned her head to the side, buried her face in Murong Jing's neck, and said somewhat guiltily, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Actually, it's not a matter of whether she wants to or not. Having a child with Murong Jing is something that will happen sooner or later. She just needs some time to calm down.

After all, it's only been three months, and she's not ready to give herself away yet.

Murong Jing felt a little disappointed when he saw her evasive, but he still said, "Then take your time to think about it. I won't force you."

Upon hearing this, Su Mowan knew what he was feeling and felt a little sorry for him.

Gritting her teeth, Su Mowan lowered her head and whispered, "Having a child is inevitable sooner or later. What I'm afraid of now is that thing."

Hearing her say that having a child was inevitable, Murong Jing's depressed mood lifted again.

He asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What are you afraid of?"