Chapter 147: 147

Sima Jiao woke up and found himself asleep in the carriage. He seldom fell asleep peacefully, let alone on a carriage. He recalled the moment before he fell asleep. He found that his memory was a little fuzzy, as if he was talking to Liao Tingyan, and then he felt sleepy. ——This woman was not right, he immediately noticed.

The woman hugged his neck, leaned on his chest and was sleeping soundly. Just when Sima Jiao woke up, his mind was not clear. At that time, he subconsciously hugged her waist and held the back of her neck. He woke up and looked at his hand with a mysterious expression.

How could this woman be sacred?

After all, Sima Jiao was a typical irritable emperor who “does not allow others to snore on the side of the couch”. There was no living creature that could fall asleep next to him. Generally, he would never sleep if there was someone next to him.

“Wake up,” Sima Jiao shook the woman.

Liao Tingyan was relaxed and was in a deep sleep. She felt the familiar shaking wake-up service at this frequency, and naturally knew as a conditioned reflex that this was Sima Jiao’s troubling her again.

So as a reflex, she hugged Sima Jiao’s neck tightly, buried her face in his neck and said vaguely, “Hmm, no noise.”

She didn’t open her eyes at all.

Sima Jiao felt her nose and lips cling to the edge of his neck. Her breath sullenly swept his neck. His whole body was not right. It was a strange feeling as if he sensed that something was wrong, but couldn’t react.  He was not vigilant to any danger.

Liao Tingyan had a face that often appeared in his dreams. Was it because of this that he could tolerate her so far? Sima Jiao didn’t quite understand. He thought for a long time. After regaining consciousness, he found that he was still holding the person in his arms. His hand was still touching her belly as if it had its own consciousness.

He was full of thoughts. He rubbed his fingers. No matter what, he could keep her around for a while to observe. If something was wrong, she would show it sooner or later. This woman was trying to please him, in this case, after returning to the palace, she would be given a higher position.

He raised the curtain and looked out. The bright sun fell into the car and shone on Liao Tingyan’s face.

Liao Tingyan: “…Hot.”

Sima Jiao: “…”

He knocked on the wall of the carriage with his fingers, and the carriage immediately slowed down. A servant opened the screen door and curtain, knelt in front of the door, and said, “Your Majesty—”

Sima Jiao held Liao Tingyan. The servant was stunned. Seeing Sima Jiao’s sudden sinking face, he quickly dropped his head in panic.

Sima Jiao: “Get the ice box here.”

In order to be always ready to meet the emperor’s various needs, they brought a large number of luxury items. After the servant’s voice went down, soon people got the cold ice box and set it up.

In fact, Liao Tingyan woke up after complaining about the heat. She fell asleep and was unprepared. She almost prepared to use spells to cool down. It was hard to remember what was going on, then she remembered the mortal Emperor Sima Jiao. Wouldn’t she scare him? 

What if he mistook her for a monster, such as a vixen who intended to mess with the lead.

She didn’t want to follow that script.

It was too relaxing to be around him. She couldn’t be like that. She had to pay attention.　　Sima Jiao: “When I woke up, my legs felt numb because of you.”

Liao Tingyan slowly sat aside, and looked at his legs. Mortal bodies were really too fragile. She was in a trance, and a certain fragment appeared in front of her eyes.

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Sima Jiao, wearing a black robe, sat on the back of the giant snake and looked down at her sitting in his arms. He seemed to say a little disgustedly, “Your cultivation is too weak. If I use a little bit of force, you will die.”

In a blink of an eye, it was this Sima Jiao who pierced his palm without hesitation and fed her his blood.

She was once such a fragile ordinary person, and he made her what she was now.

…

His Majesty, the 16-year-old in the carriage, did not pay attention to Liao Tingyan’s expression. He asked her to open the ice box, took out the iced fruit inside, and signaled Liao Tingyan to eat, “Eat it.”

He leaned there and knocked on his knees. Why did he let her eat so naturally?

Liao Tingyan blinked, holding the big peach that exuded the cold, and leaned close to Sima Jiao. She squeezed his numb legs as a gesture, but actually patted him with a few spiritual Qi to flow through his body smoothly.

The emperor who was about to order his servant to come over and massage his legs, hummed twice and leaned back. This beauty admired him very much. She gave him a hug, secretly kept looking at him and took the initiative to massage his legs. 

He was full of pride.

Liao Tingyan massaged them three times and stopped eating the peach. In any case, it was really difficult to change from extravagance to frugality, and after eating too much spiritual food from the immortal world, this was not good enough.

Sima Jiao: “…You won’t please people?” What did it mean to just massage three times?

Liao Tingyan: “…Your Majesty’s legs are still numb?” 

Was his legs still numb? She had used spiritual energy, and three pats were enough.

Sima Jiao: “…” They were really not numb, but was that all she could do to please him?

He stared at Liao Tingyan with majestic and oppressive eyes. Whenever he showed such a look, whether it was the ministers, the servants of the palace or the beauties of the harem, all would be frightened.

Liao Tingyan: No, do you have to look at me like this? Aren’t you acting like a kid?

Forget it, he was only sixteen years old, and was in a rebellious period. So she just needed to satisfy him. The old grass wouldn’t care about the tender cow. She could just massage his legs.

(The actual idiom is old cow eats young grass – a romance where the man is significantly older than the woman. She used the opposite)

Although his goal was achieved, for some reason he felt that Liao Tingyan’s thought was different from his own. He even felt that he heard Liao Tingyan call him “Your Little Majesty” lovingly in her heart.

Sima Jiao: “…” I had an illusion.

He looked at the river outside the window, remembered something, and knocked on the wall of the cart again.

“Your Majesty,” a man riding a horse outside the carriage approached and said in a low voice.

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