Li Yuanjing's fingers carried a cool touch, their tips roughened by the calluses formed through years of martial practice. As they brushed against Shen Wei's nose bridge, a faint tickling sensation followed.
Shen Wei laughed and playfully nudged his hand away, her dark, gleaming eyes meeting his as the corners of her rosy lips curved upward. "Your Majesty mustn't touch, or this humble consort will sneeze again."
Li Yuanjing tapped the tip of her nose teasingly. "Why worry? This emperor doesn't mind."
Shen Wei responded with a coy smile.
After soaking their feet, warmth spread from their soles through their bodies, leaving them comfortably relaxed. Li Yuanjing held Shen Wei close as they rested, the courtyard bathed in moonlight where clusters of tender green vegetable sprouts thrived.
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The next morning, Li Yuanjing left for court in high spirits, but not before taking a leisurely stroll through his vegetable garden.
