On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

Chapter 250: Excited Heart, Trembling Hands

A magnetic and pleasant voice sounded, like a call from the devil: "You, follow me."

Mu Wanyan quickly followed behind Di Xiuyan obediently and said, "My Lord, please give me your orders."

Di Xiuyan: "What's your name?"

He sat upright on the armchair in the inner hall, and even called Mu Wanyan closer to answer the question. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyes were inquiring, and now he didn't mention the strict rules between men and women.

Mu Wanyan: "My name is Yanyan."

In order to complete the task as soon as possible and let Di Xiuyan say "Yan Yan, I love you" as soon as possible, Mu Wanyan decided to only say that her name was Yan Yan in this world.

This way, every time he called her name, she could try to get him to add three more words, and then the mission would be accomplished, wouldn't it?

Di Xiuyan raised his eyebrows, "I am asking for your name."

"No big name." Mu Wanyan began to talk nonsense seriously:

"I was born in the countryside, very pitiful. People usually called me 'girl' or 'woman' until I met Miss Jintong, who gave me the two characters 'Yanyan'. Only then did I have a name."

“Hiss——” Di Xiuyan hissed and said, “So that’s how it is.”

"It's really pitiful." There was a slight smile on the handsome face, and the ink-black eyes were even darker at this time.

"A person who claims to be proficient in poetry and songs doesn't even have a complete name?"

Then he asked her, "Which Yan?"

Mu Wanyan: "Ha, ha, it's... it's Yanli's Yan."

Emperor Xiuyan did not comment, but stretched out his hand towards her and said, "Come, write it on my palm."

Mu Wanyan: “…”

Why do I feel like this ancestor is seducing me?

Wait, why does this scene look so familiar?

Mu Wanyan remembered that when she first appeared in the Xuanwu military camp as Wan Yan, Di Xiuyan flirted with her in the same way when he asked her name.

He looked down at her with a scorching gaze, and insisted that she write her name on his palm.

The same person, the same action, Mu Wanyan's eyes warmed up, could it be that Di Xiuyan in the Soul-Lining Dream still remembered her?

"Di Xiuyan--" She murmured softly, her eyes filled with tears. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry loudly, and then let him comfort her.

"Hmm? I asked you to write a word and you even called out my name?"

"Is this how Di Jintong teaches her maidservants?"

Mu Wanyan pouted, wanting to cry but quickly suppressed her emotions. She didn't dare to act rashly, knowing that this was just a coincidence.

While sniffing, she raised her jade-white wrist and began to write the word "Yan" on his palm stroke by stroke.

She said: "Yan, Yan of beautiful, Yan of pearly."

The touch of their fingertips was mixed with the unique sweet fragrance of Mu Wanyan. Di Xiuyan narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but look at her stunning little face again.

“Is writing tiring?”

"Not tired."

"Then why are you crying?"

"The wind squinted my eyes."

Emperor Xiuyan: "Is there wind in my tent?"

Mu Wanyan: "No?"

Di Xiuyan: "Maybe."

Then he asked her, "How long have you been a slave?"

Mu Wanyan: "I was born a labor slave and became a maid at the age of five." She answered naturally and directly attributed Xiang Qin's life experience to herself.

Di Xiuyan chuckled and looked at Mu Wanyan with inquiring eyes. It seemed that she was still unwilling to tell the truth.

He opened his thin lips and asked, "Can you do any job?"

In order to make Di Xiuyan believe in her and stay by his side smoothly, Mu Wanyan gritted her teeth and nodded, answering affirmatively.

"Yes, I will. I can do some of the work of a maid."

“Tsk—” Di Xiuyan simply stood up and walked to Mu Wanyan, “How amazing.”

Then he turned around and took out several neatly folded brocade robes from the closet, spread them out in front of her, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them to her.

"Chosen as a slave, will you help me fold my clothes?"

Mu Wanyan: “…”

"Your Majesty, weren't those clothes already folded? Why do you want me to fold them again?"

Emperor Xiuyan: "This king wants to see the skills of the chosen one as a slave worker."

Mu Wanyan: “…”

It was a bit difficult. She could just wash clothes, but Mu Wanyan knew she was not good enough to fold the robes to the same professional level as the maids in the laundry room.

Especially for material like Di Xiuyan, which is very precious and cannot be kneaded finely, it is even more troublesome to organize.

She was thinking about how to respond when suddenly, Di Xiuyan raised his voice and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem, that's fine, Your Majesty, just wait for me for a moment."

Mu Wanyan picked up her clothes and wanted to go out to find someone to help.

"Wait——" Di Xiuyan called her.

"Just fold it here, and I'll watch you do it."

It seems gentle, but in fact it is a naked provocation.

Mu Wanyan: "Okay."

So, Mu Wanyan held the pile of brocade robes that were made of precious material and much longer than her height, and folded them carefully.

The clothes were shaken again and again, and the wrinkles were smoothed again and again. Mu Wanyan took great pains to fold Di Xiuyan's brocade robe into some shape.

Seeing the finished product, Di Xiuyan couldn't help frowning and praised: "He is really a slave chosen by heaven. He folded it very well."

Mu Wanyan rubbed her hands and smiled awkwardly, "Your Majesty, I am too kind to praise you, but... I don't deserve it."

He is so gentle, does he really still remember me?

Before she could think more, Di Xiuyan found some scraps of cloth and a sewing kit from somewhere and said, "Come, help me embroider a purse."

Mu Wanyan: "Ah? I...my needlework is not very good."

Why did she choose to test herself on tasks that she didn't know how to do?

Di Xiuyan seemed to see through her thoughts and said very 'gently': "It's okay, I believe in Yanyan's ability."

Their eyes met, and there was a flash of lightning. Mu Wanyan's heart was pounding.

He gives more emotional value than in real life.

So, encouraged by this, Mu Wanyan had no choice but to bite the bullet, pick up the scraps of cloth, and start threading the needle in front of Di Xiuyan.

"Not bad, the stitches are very dense." Di Xiuyan praised Mu Wanyan's ugly purse.

Mu Wanyan paused, then stopped and looked at him eagerly.

Her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was hoarse: "Di Xiuyan——"

I want to hug and be coquettish.

He should remember me, right? That's why he lied and praised her needlework?

Mu Wanyan felt extremely aggrieved and called out tentatively, "Di Xiuyan——"

I quietly inched my legs towards him, wanting to throw myself into the arms of my lover in real life.

"Don't stop, keep embroidering!" Di Xiuyan's magnetic voice interrupted Mu Wanyan's thoughts.

"Di Xiuyan?" She hesitated again.

"Go on, I'm watching." He was as gentle as ever.

Mu Wanyan nodded and embroidered even harder.

She embroidered the purse very quickly, but when she was finished she was too embarrassed to show it to him because the finished product was so ugly.

Di Xiuyan took the embroidery from her and praised her generously, "You are very clever and skillful, and the embroidery is excellent."

"Yan Yan is indeed a good maid with a kind heart and a gentle mind!"

Mu Wanyan: Oh, oh, oh.

She was so moved that she felt like breaking, her heart was surging, and she was 80% sure that he remembered her.

The white jade-like fingers have begun to wipe the tears, the heart is excited, the hands are trembling, and the tears cannot be stopped.

While hesitating whether to make it clear, Di Xiuyan said, "Please add another word to the purse."

Mu Wanyan asked while sobbing, "Which word?"

Di Xiuyan ignored the crying little girl, and the corners of his pretty lips curled up in an arc with an ambiguous meaning, and he smiled even more wickedly.

Staring at her delicate little face, he said word by word: "Wan!"

“Boom——” Mu Wanyan’s mind went blank, and she could no longer hold back the emotions that she had been suppressing.

Days of longing and worry turned into tears, falling in strings.

She rushed forward and threw herself into her lover's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist.

She cried, "Di Xiuyan, I miss you so much, I really miss you——"

His extremely expensive clothes were stained with snot and tears, but Di Xiuyan did not push her away, but he was also unwilling to reach out to hug her.

A pair of handsome eyes that made people tremble with fear stared straight at Mu Wanyan. The smile on the demon-like face became even more wicked.

After she had cried enough, Di Xiuyan reached out and lifted up Mu Wanyan's slender chin, and asked yanderely, "What? The daughter of the Mu family finally stopped pretending? Huh?"