The man’s voice, rich like aged wine, reached her ears. Her Majesty the Empress felt she could get drunk on such a gentle voice.

She climbed in absentmindedly, standing at the edge of the bathtub.

Staring at the marks on his body, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Even though they had been married for two lifetimes, doing intimate things an uncountable number of times.

Everything that should and shouldn’t be seen, had been seen.

Everything that should and shouldn’t be touched, had been touched.

But watching him like this, it was still very awkward.

"Want to bathe together?" The man’s voice, laced with laughter, overflowed from his throat.

Clearly quite an indecent suggestion, yet with his handsome and noble face, it became pleasing to the eye.

Xia Weibao blushed, glaring at him, "Shameless!"

"Come scrub my back." His Majesty casually requested.

Her Majesty the Empress widened her eyes, "Why should I scrub your back? You used to help me bathe!"

"Then I’ll help you scrub." His Majesty agreed readily.

He was quite easygoing about who bathed whom.

Xia Weibao’s face flushed red, feeling like it might drip blood.

Shameless, truly shameless!

Despite the myriad thoughts in her mind, she still walked over.

Upon seeing the large scratch marks on his back, Her Majesty the Empress felt her face had been thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

She didn’t do it, absolutely not her.

Seeing her expression in the mirror, Lu Hualiang’s lips lifted slightly.

"Empress, you should trim your nails."

Boom—

Xia Weibao’s face practically bled!

In anger and shame, she slapped his shoulder, "Shut up!"

Unexpectedly, with too much strength and no restraint, this slap directly pushed Lu Hualiang into the water.

Lu Hualiang, "..."

Xia Weibao, "..."

In shock, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Oh my god, could she have killed him with a slap!

After fishing him out, seeing his hair completely drenched, Xia Weibao couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.

"Very funny?"

Lu Hualiang gritted his teeth, holding her waist with one hand, dragging her into the water.

"Ah... I was wrong, I was wrong, it’s not funny, not funny at all... mmm..."

Bathing together took two or three times longer than doing it alone.

In the end, Xia Weibao was carried out of the bathtub.

With her clothes completely soaked, she had no choice but to wear his shirt.

Being bare underneath, sharing the same bed, this left Her Majesty the Empress feeling very insecure.

It always felt like she might become prey to a certain beast at any moment.

Fortunately, Lu Hualiang still knew some restraint. Having had his fill in the bathroom, he was now only a little touchy-feely, not going any further.

This reassured Xia Weibao a lot, as she leaned against him, chatting under the covers.

Xia Weibao picked up his hand to play with.

His hands were beautiful, with long fingers and prominent knuckles. Although there was a callus on his index finger, it didn’t diminish his aristocratic air, like playing the piano.

"I never thought, after a thousand years, we’d still be together. It feels like a dream."

Lu Hualiang kissed her forehead, "You are mine."

She was his, no one could take her away.

Xia Weibao pouted, "So domineering. Honey, I found you really haven’t changed a bit, even without your memories, still so overbearing and jealous.

So, now that you’ve remembered everything, realizing that your past jealousy was all for nothing, how does it feel?"

Back then, this man had been needlessly jealous many times.

Now, it’s poetic justice.

Lu Hualiang didn’t answer this question, instead, he stared at her profile in a daze, "Wife, let’s have a child."