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Deliris said ominously, "A dead fly daring to land on his hair—his hair that I haven't even touched..." Before she finished speaking, he felt her hand move from his face to his hair.
"The... the texture is really nice..." Deliris murmured to herself, lost in delight.
Tang Hezhao nearly burst into tears. "..."
Realizing the truth, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed about his own suspicions.
Just as he was about to open his eyes and say a few words to Deliris, she pecked lightly at his lips, leaving him momentarily blank.
"Mm... the taste is also quite good..." Deliris smacked her lips, coming to a conclusion.
Poor Tang Hezhao felt as if he had been hit by a paralysis spell; he was unable to extricate himself from this surprise attack all night long, not even noticing when Deliris left. The next day, it seemed he had woken up with a stiff neck.
As Tang Hezhao attended the morning court, he felt gloomy. How could he be so useless? Every time he encountered her, he ended up being bullied. After all, he was a ruler; the saying goes, "A drop of water shall be returned with a burst of spring." He had to get back at her!
Well, to ensure he had enough time... it would be better for him to issue an edict first.
The poor ministers watched as their wise and valiant emperor rested his chin on his hand, sulking in silence during the court session.
Half an hour later, he suddenly broke into a radiant smile as if he had taken some strange medicine.
Everyone couldn't help but think of the young girl who had recently entered the palace. Ever since she arrived, the emperor had become so peculiar... It was truly touching that the emperor hadn't complained at all!
Tang Hezhao spoke at that moment, “Proclaim my decree: bestow the title of… um… Consort Delice! Grant her the Zhao Hong Hall!”
The officials and generals in the court were deeply moved by this decree.
The Emperor could be so resolute in such a decision; a wise ruler like him was rare in a millennium. They couldn’t help but pull out their handkerchiefs to discreetly wipe away their tears.
Thus, the vast imperial harem finally welcomed its first female master. The palace maids, matriarchs, and eunuchs who had long been on standby in the harem were astonished and hurried to the Zhao Hong Hall to watch.
They saw a fair-skinned girl with golden hair and blue eyes enter the grand hall, carrying a large bamboo basket. She glanced at them, lifted the lid of the basket, and a wave of cool air rushed out.
The girl smiled, “Ice Cream, three coins a bowl. Would you like to buy two bowls?”
The palace maids, matriarchs, and eunuchs exchanged speechless glances with grim faces.
Delice had successfully been brought into the harem, and her Ice Cream business was thriving under Tang Hezhao's indulgence—so much so that the palace maids and matriarchs received an extra few months' worth of silver.
He frequently used “taking care of her business” as an excuse to visit her palace, teasing and harassing her. Sometimes he would find himself on the receiving end of her playful banter. After several exchanges, he neither gained nor lost anything but found himself quite pleased each day.
He had almost completely forgotten his initial revenge plan; now he only remembered that soon he would find an appropriate time and place to formally tease Delice once more. If he could successfully elevate her from Consort to Empress, he would have achieved his goal.
Tang Hezhao believed that since Delice had sold so much Ice Cream to the palace staff and earned considerable money, she owed him for it. When the time came for her to become Empress—his legitimate wife—he could mold her as he wished, and his future would be bright.
Tang Hezhao had overlooked one crucial fact: Delice was no ordinary girl.
She had never heard the saying about being soft on those who feed you or being short-handed with those who help you in England...
Moreover, she had crossed over from another world.
In Delice's mind, she owed nothing to Tang Hezhao. If it weren't for him bringing her into the palace, she wouldn't have to sell Ice Cream there; she could have been making good money in the capital instead.
So one day, just as Tang Hezhao was preparing his grand confession, Delice appeared before him with her bamboo basket and a small bundle, ready to bid farewell and return home.
His plans turned into a blow; Tang Hezhao nearly raised his voice an octave: "What? You're going to marry the village chief?!"
Delice grinned: "Yes, when I first arrived in this world, I broke my leg. He helped me get it fixed and took care of me for three months. I promised to marry him long ago. He's a good man, and since I can't go back, I need a home in this world."
Tang Hezhao felt as if he had been struck by her words about marrying him and calling him a good man; he nearly fainted: "What about me?!"
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