The bright moon hangs high, beckoning him down from his pedestal.

A month later.

With Shen Wangxi's frequent nurturing, Shen Qingruo grew into an increasingly stunning young woman.

However, she rarely leaves her home, and most people in the palace have never had the chance to see the beauty of this treasure that His Majesty has kept hidden away.

Shen Qingruo was also very well-behaved, staying under his wing and never making any demands or asking for a title.

She simply gazed at him with loving eyes, softly calling him Your Majesty, and devoted her whole heart to him.

This obedience and purity, along with the allure she displayed only for him, captivated Shen Wangxi, making him unable to extricate himself and increasingly favoring her.

Inside the Jiaofang Palace, Wulan Yun watched as His Majesty drank bowl after bowl of nourishing soup, yet he did not stay overnight, and her heart grew increasingly empty.

She could only prepare the next bowl with even greater care, hoping that one day she would get better.

Little did she know that all her painstaking efforts would ultimately become nourishment for her enemies.

She nurtured the fake princess, whom she had disregarded, until she became even more beautiful, while pushing His Majesty further and further away from her.

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It was another night, and the early summer breeze, carrying a slightly intoxicating warmth, swept through Qingyi Palace.

Shen Wangxi arrived under the moonlight, with the sound of water pattering inside the palace.

Behind the screen, Granny Yan was looking down, attending to the young girl in the bathtub.

Her skin was smooth and fair, dazzlingly white, and flawless.

Amidst the rippling water, one could see her firm, full breasts, her waist slenderly defined, and her abdomen flat and smooth. Further down, her breasts were pink and tender, followed by rounded, firm, and bouncy curves, a perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

Granny Yan carefully wiped the princess as she rose with a soft cloth, her movements respectful, her heart filled with emotion.

She had been swallowing hard while serving His Highness so many times; no wonder His Majesty, a man of such aloofness and self-control, fell head over heels in love once he touched her body.

The sound of water in the inner room gradually subsided, and Shen Qingruo came out after taking a bath, wearing only a thin nightgown.

She looked up and saw Shen Wangxi, then softly called out, "Your Majesty? When did you arrive?"

Shen Wangxi raised his eyes and his gaze fell on her.

After her bath, her eyes and brows became even clearer, and her plain white nightgown could not conceal her graceful figure; she moved with an ethereal gait.

"Just arrived." He said calmly, extending his hand to her.

Shen Qingruo obediently walked over and placed her small hand in his warm palm.

Shen Wangxi took her hand and gently pulled her into his arms, letting her sit sideways on his lap.

Shen Qingruo struggled slightly, her cheeks flushed: "Your Majesty, the nanny is still here..."

Granny Yan had already wisely lowered her head and quietly slipped out, thoughtfully closing the door to the inner hall behind her.

"It's alright." Shen Wangxi wrapped his arm around her slender waist and took a soft cloth to personally wipe the little girl's hair.

After drying her hair, Shen Qingruo was shown dozens of bolts of soft silk gauze displayed in the hall by Shen Wangxi. The young girl followed his gaze and looked closely, and was somewhat astonished.

The soft gauze comes in a variety of colors: light blue, moon white, cherry pink, and lotus root pink, like rosy clouds falling from the sky to earth. It is embroidered with exquisite Jiangnan embroidery patterns such as lotus scrolls, butterflies in love with flowers, and phoenixes paying homage to birds.

"Do you like it?" he asked in a low voice.

She blinked her watery eyes, full of amazement: "These are...?"

"The newly arrived silk gauze from Jiangnan, with patterns made by the best embroiderers," Shen Wangxi said calmly. "As soon as it was delivered to the palace today, I felt that you should be given the first choice."

Shen Qingruo looked up at him, her eyes filled with disbelief and expectation: "Why did you let A-Ruo choose first? Your Majesty, haven't you always favored the Empress and my sister the most?"

She asked softly, with a hint of grievance and probing.

Upon hearing this, Shen Wangxi chuckled softly, looking at the person in his arms with even greater tenderness.

"They have too much," he said slowly. "My Aruo, you just follow me like this, never caring about titles or rewards. Naturally, I have to cherish you a little more."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Summer is just around the corner, and these materials are light and breathable, perfect for this."

"Pick some of your favorites and have the Imperial Wardrobe rush to make dance skirts and summer clothes. Send the rest to the Jiaofang Palace and Jingyang Palace."

The favoritism in these words is almost undisguised.

She stretched out her slender, white arms and wrapped them around his neck, tilting her delicate face up to gently rub against his chin: "Your Majesty is so good to Aruo, Aruo is so happy."

Her contented expression at the slightest kindness from him greatly pleased Shen Wangxi, softening his usually cold heart once again.

"Nonsense." He said affectionately, and couldn't help but lower his head to plant a kiss on her smooth forehead. "It's just some fabric."

"That's not nonsense," Shen Qingruo retorted softly, her eyes shimmering with tears that reflected the splendor of the room and him. "Anything His Majesty gives me, no matter what it is, I'll be happy with it."

Shen Wangxi sighed, staring at her charming and beautiful face, his heart stirred with emotion, "Aruo, I feel so sorry for you, I almost don't know what to do."

He picked her up with one hand, strode forward a few steps, tore open one of the large red silk ribbons, spread it on the carpet, placed her on it, and began to exercise his unique right, which was also his favorite thing to do.

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The soft silk shelves were now adorned with a delicate hand, resting on the dark shelves and clenching tightly.

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