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Chapter 821: Startling Heart Mingyu 33

Kangxi's heart tightened. He stared at Mingyu's thin clothes and slightly wet hair, with deep regret in his eyes.

He knew that his words had been inappropriate, and the girl was a person who cared a lot about her reputation, so she might be really angry.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly called out softly, "Yu'er, don't catch a cold, dry your hair first."

Mingyu was startled when she heard this. She pursed her lips and pretended to be calm, but she did not stop her hands. She stepped out of the bathtub. When her toes touched the cool bluestone floor, she couldn't help but shiver.

Kangxi took a few steps forward, his deep eyes fell on her small earlobe, which was now slightly red from the cold. His eyes twitched slightly, and his tone was filled with unquestionable concern: "Be obedient, stop, and stop walking around with wet feet."

Mingyu felt a surge of anger in her heart when she heard his confident tone of command, but she also knew that this man was probably really anxious.

She stopped, turned around, and glanced at him with a raised eyebrow: "The emperor only issued an imperial decree. What else can I do if I don't obey?"

The words were full of thorns, revealing all the hidden emotions. But Kangxi was not annoyed, his lips slightly raised, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He walked around the screen and took the thick and soft cloak. He walked to Mingyu in two or three steps and said softly, "Well, I will give in this time. If Yu'er feels that her anger has subsided, let me put this cloak on you first, okay?"

Mingyu was about to rant, but seeing the tenderness in Kangxi's eyes, which clearly showed a cautious and flattering look, she softened her heart and deliberately raised her chin: "Since the emperor has asked for it himself, I will reluctantly agree."

After that, she stood still, allowing Kangxi to carefully wrap the cloak around her wet shoulders. The man's slightly cool fingertips occasionally brushed against her neck, causing her to shrink her neck imperceptibly. After the cloak fell, Kangxi raised his hand and held up her half-wet black hair, and asked softly, "Are you still angry?"

Mingyu turned her head away from his gaze, unwilling to give in easily. However, Kangxi suddenly reached out and held her chin, forcing her to look at him. Her deep eyes were full of apology and helplessness.

"It's my fault." Kangxi said softly as he brushed her wet hair behind her shoulders. His movements were so familiar that it seemed as if he had done it a thousand times.

"I teased you a few times, but I forgot how thoughtful Yu'er is. This is the first time you've turned your face cold to me since you've been with me these days. I feel chilled when I see it."

When Mingyu heard him blaming himself like this, she felt a surge of bitterness in her heart, mixed with a hint of guilt.

She bit her lower lip and suddenly wondered if she was being a little pretentious.

Seeing that Mingyu still had a bit of stubbornness in her eyes, Kangxi couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He gently embraced her, holding her knees and shoulders with both hands, and picked her up. Mingyu in his arms was thin and even a little cold. He frowned slightly and subconsciously wrapped her tighter in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Mingyu raised her eyes, her tone somewhat unhappy. Although she asked this question, she did not actually struggle. She just pursed her lips and glared at Kangxi in a reserved manner.

"Yu'er, since you are so slow, someone has to take care of you." Kangxi looked down at her, with a hint of doting in his words.

"Besides, if your little body gets tired or cold, how can I bear it?"

Hearing this, Mingyu blushed and turned away, not daring to look at him again. She just said in a low voice, "You said it so nicely, who knows if it's just sweet talk to deceive people."

Kangxi couldn't help but chuckle, and with steady and calm steps, he put Mingyu on the bed and covered her with a blanket himself.

His slender fingers gathered the corners of the quilt, his movements were so gentle as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world. Then, he walked to the side, took a clean and soft towel, wet it slightly, and returned to Mingyu.

"Sit still, your hair can't be wet." Kangxi gently wrapped Mingyu's hair with a towel and wiped it carefully.

When his palm touched her slightly damp hair, he could feel the soft cloud-like touch under the towel. His movements were extremely focused, as if any roughness would disturb her.

Mingyu originally held on to the idea of ​​​​persevering with all her might, but at this moment, seeing Kangxi's slightly drooping eyebrows, his handsome face, as sharp as a knife, shrouded by a few rays of light, actually seemed somewhat gentle and affectionate.

She stared at his profile, the coldness at the corners of her mouth disappeared unconsciously, and an inexplicable warmth surged in her heart.

"Your Majesty is the ruler of a country, why are you so trivial? Don't be afraid of being laughed at by others." Although she said this, her voice unconsciously lowered a few degrees.

Kangxi looked up at her, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Yu'er is not 'trivial' in my eyes. If you want me to serve you for the rest of my life, I don't mind others laughing at me or being jealous of me."

As he spoke, he squeezed the towel and wiped the slightly damp ends of her hair, then slowly pushed a strand of hair in front of her forehead behind her ear. His fingertips accidentally touched her delicate skin, which felt slightly cool, but it caused ripples in his heart.

Mingyu really couldn't stand hearing such nauseating love talk, and her cheeks immediately flushed. She turned her head slightly away and said stubbornly: "If the emperor treats other concubines like this, I don't know how many people will enjoy it endlessly."

Kangxi's eyes dimmed when he heard this, but his tone became more serious: "I won't, only Yu'er is worthy of me."

The voice was neither high nor low, but it sounded like an oath.

This sentence made Mingyu feel even more uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to refute something, but found that she couldn't utter a word for a long time. Finally, she hid under the quilt in anger, revealing only half of her face, and muttered in a low voice: "Who cares how the emperor treats who?"

Although the voice was small, it revealed some of the sweetness in the heart.

Kangxi straightened up and looked at her, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, "Since Yu'er is tired, then take a rest. I will take care of you."

"No, I have to stay up all night." Mingyu poked her head out from under the quilt, her jet-black hair scattered on both sides of her cheeks, making her skin look even whiter, like the finest mutton-fat jade.

Kangxi looked at her innocent appearance, and his heart softened. He leaned over, and his warm breath brushed Mingyu's ears: "I will stay with you."

Mingyu shrank her neck and said, "The emperor is very busy, how can he have the time to spare?"

Kangxi chuckled when he heard this, and tapped Mingyu's nose with his long fingers, with a hint of amusement and doting in his eyes: "Yu'er, are you confused? I am the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and it is my duty to stay up all night every New Year's Eve. You should pity me, Yu'er, why ask so much?"