The Mischievous Consort: A Cute Little Wife

[Royal Chef Arc] One day, Meng A Zi got a sudden urge to make a pot of softshell turtle soup for her Crown Prince. She eagerly waited for him to return from court, then nervously watched as he tasted it. He hid the delight in the corners of his eyes, picked up a spoon, and took a delicate sip with an air of effortless elegance. She asked anxiously, “Does it taste good?” Feng Chenxi frowned. “Almost.” She wasn’t satisfied. “What do you mean, almost? What’s missing?” He answered without batting an eye, “Compared to you... it’s still a little lacking!” Her face turned bright red. She was asking about the turtle soup! What on earth was he answering? [Childbirth Arc] “Ah... Feng Chenxi, I’m not having this baby! Ah... I can’t take it, it hurts so much!” The midwife beside the bed broke out in a cold sweat. Your Majesty, is it really wise to call the Emperor by his name like that? Feng Chenxi frowned. “Does it hurt that much?” She said, aggrieved, “It hurts.” He nodded. “A Zi, if it hurts, you can curse at me.” She stared at him, speechless with anger. Another wave of pain swept over her. She screamed, “Feng Chenxi, you bastard! I’m not having this baby!” He smiled faintly. “Feng Chenxi, you rotten scoundrel!” “Ah, you jerk!” “Ah, Feng Chenxi, I’m going to beat you to death!” He smiled faintly. Why was his A Zi so adorable when she cursed at him? Outside the palace gates, the servants nearly wet themselves! What had they just heard? The Empress was cursing out the Emperor! And the Emperor was smiling indulgently. They couldn’t bear to look! They really couldn’t! Their wise and mighty Emperor was actually such a masochist... (This is a sweet, doting one-on-one romance with a young-wife-growing-up theme and plenty of humor. A Zi is rolling around, waiting for you all to bookmark and comment!)