Five years after her death, she awoke on the dragon bed.

Chapter 177 He was severely humiliated by Murong
Lou Suyi nodded repeatedly: "Your Majesty is right. Then I shall go back?"

The emperor was a very busy man, always preoccupied with national affairs, so how could he possibly remember such a trivial matter as whether she made clothes or not?
Ultimately, it's not wrong to outwardly comply while inwardly disagreeing.

She promised to do it, but it might not happen until next year, and it might not even happen in the end?

"Didn't you come here to compete for favor? Are you just going to leave like this?" Murong glanced at Lou Suyi, looking at her as if she were a scumbag.

Lou Suying had no way to refute it, after all, everyone understood why she brought the soup over.

"I see Your Majesty is quite busy, and I'm afraid of disturbing Your Majesty's important business," Lou Suyi said with a forced smile.

"You know I'm very tired from handling government affairs, come and massage my neck," Murong ordered Lou Suyi, closing his eyes.

Lou Suying couldn't refuse, so she stood behind Murong. From an angle where Ji Qing couldn't see her, she rolled her eyes to express her dissatisfaction.

Why didn't he let Jiqing give him a massage when Jiqing was right there? Why did he have to torment this weak woman?
Her hands grew tired after massaging for a while: "Your Majesty, why don't you ask Ji Qing for a massage? I can't muster any strength."

Murong took her hand and squeezed her soft palm. The little nun's palm was so soft and boneless; she was indeed a blessed person.

Lou Suying let him squeeze her palm, and at first she didn't think anything of it, until she inexplicably sat on Murong's lap.

She and Murong stared at each other, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

She hesitated to get up, but then she sensed something was wrong with Murong's body. She immediately cursed him inwardly, "That lecherous bastard."

He appears to be a virtuous person, but his self-control is surprisingly poor.

Murong gently touched Lou Suyi's face: "You were cursing me in your heart?"

Lou Suying lied through her teeth, her face full of innocence: "No, Your Majesty has wronged me."

Murong finally let her go, telling her to stay away from him: "Don't seduce me."

Lou Suyi felt wronged. It was clearly him who pulled her to sit on his lap. How could she have seduced him?

With his lack of self-control, does he really need her to seduce him?
As if knowing she was thinking something, Murong coughed lightly and explained, "I touched you half a year ago, and I was in the prime of my life, so..."

It's perfectly normal that he couldn't resist her advances; her disgusted expression was inappropriate.

Lou Suyi was at a loss for words.

She really wanted to ask him why he didn't summon his concubines to his bedchamber. Just like he said, he was in the prime of his life, had already experienced the pleasures of sex, and had no shortage of beauties in his harem, so why didn't he sleep with those women?
Could it be that he only likes her and is only interested in her body?

Upon considering this possibility, she immediately dismissed this narcissistic idea.

How could an emperor like Murong possibly truly like any woman? Perhaps he wasn't actually interested in women, and the man he liked needed a prince to silence public opinion, so he had no choice but to make a move on her.

"Then I'd better go back?" Lou Suyi said cautiously.

"No rush. If you go back now, everyone in the harem will gossip and think you've made a fool of yourself. If you stay in Qianqing Palace longer, they won't laugh at you." Murong raised his chin slightly. "Let me see if you've been practicing calligraphy lately. Write a few words for me to see."

Lou Suyi was quite pleased with herself: "I'm not bragging, but my handwriting is so much better than before. I practice calligraphy every day, except when I'm taking care of the kids. I'm starting to love my own handwriting."

Murong watched her beaming face, then seemed to remember something, and the smile faded from his expression. Lou Suying finished writing and handed the letter to Murong, only then noticing the emperor's somber expression.

"Is His Majesty unhappy?" She could tell at a glance that Murong was upset.

Murong smiled calmly: "Which eye of yours saw that I was unhappy?"

Lou Suyi thought to herself, "Isn't it obvious that I saw it with both eyes?"
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty is very pleased. Your Majesty, please take a look at my handwriting. Has it improved?" Lou Suying quickly changed the subject, looking at Murong expectantly.

Murong looked at Lou Suyi's handwriting critically and shook his head regretfully: "It's not good. Even a dog's handwriting is better than yours."

Lou Suyi felt deeply humiliated by Murong.

She felt that she had made great progress, so why was he so harsh on her?
She snatched back the calligraphy copybook she had written, crumpled it into a ball, and replied with a forced smile, "Your Majesty is right. I'd better go back and practice for three to five years before I think about it again."

Murong noticed the little nun's displeasure and said calmly, "What I said is true, so don't be discouraged..."

"Yes, yes, I'll go back and practice properly!" Lou Suyi was too lazy to listen to Murong's lecture. She threw her calligraphy copybook into the trash can, bowed, and took her leave.

Seeing that even Lou Suyi's back view screamed "unhappy," Murong's previous gloom vanished.

Ji Qing was hesitating whether to say a few words of comfort when he saw His Majesty bend down to pick up the calligraphy scroll that the Fourth Miss had dropped, smooth out the creases and examine it closely.

He leaned closer to take a look and whispered, "This servant thinks that Fourth Miss has made great progress. His Majesty's expectations of Fourth Miss are too high."

After all, the Fourth Miss has a strong temper, so if you say a few nice words to her, she won't get angry and leave.

“There has indeed been progress,” Murong said, placing the calligraphy copybook aside.

Ji Qing was puzzled for a moment, not understanding what his master was doing. He was even more confused when he saw his master taking a moment to look at the calligraphy during his busy schedule.

Could it be that the calligraphy of the Fourth Sister can relieve His Majesty's fatigue?

Recalling the scene of the Fourth Miss leaving in a huff, he glanced at his master, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what kind of attitude his master had towards the Fourth Miss.

If you say he likes her, then since the Fourth Princess gave birth, His Majesty has rarely visited her. If you say he doesn't like her, then others can't even enter the Qianqing Palace, yet the Fourth Princess has, and His Majesty even took the initiative to keep her there.

If His Majesty truly liked the calligraphy written by the Fourth Miss, he should have said a few kind words to appease her. Instead, His Majesty criticized it so harshly that anyone would be angry.

He found it strange that someone who had previously disliked calligraphy so much was now glancing at it from time to time.

Lou Suyi, enraged, left Qianqing Palace, secretly thinking that if she ever brought him tonic soup again, she'd be a dog. That woman surnamed Mu's mouth was like it was coated with deadly poison; how could she be so bad?
Mingming and Jinshu both said they had made great progress.

Seeing her mistress looking like a wilted eggplant, Jinshu coaxed her, "His Majesty was just joking, not serious. We servants all think your handwriting is getting better and better. Besides, if His Majesty says your handwriting is bad, it's because His Majesty personally taught you. Isn't His Majesty talking about himself?"

Lou Suying nodded in agreement: "That's right, why would I be angry? It's not worth it."

Isn't it the fault of that teacher, Murong, that she didn't learn well?

But she really wanted to sew up Murong's sharp tongue so he would never be able to utter a single word again.