Chapter 602 Celebrating for Him

Therefore, there was no way she could let Ji Nanchuan find out about this.

Because if what happened twenty-five years ago ever came to light, it would inevitably drag a lot of people into it.

It was no exaggeration to say this scandal would bring shame upon the Dongchen Kingdom's royal family.

And Emperor Jingyang was a man who cared deeply about saving face, so Xia Chuhe simply didn't dare take that risk.

She tucked this matter away deep in her heart.

Meanwhile, at Prince Ye's residence...

To celebrate Luo Junhe being able to stand again, Ji Yuntang had carefully prepared a whole table of dishes for him—everything he'd wanted to eat but couldn't before, she'd arranged for him to have it all.

Not only that, she'd also prepared a huge birthday cake for him.

The moment the cake was pushed in front of him, his deep, ocean-like peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Because on the cake was a depiction of his likeness.

His narrow, smiling peach blossom eyes were captivating and soul-stirring. His high nose bridge had smooth, flowing contours, and his thin lips carried a moist sheen. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into the few strands of black hair at his temples—noble yet carrying a hint of wild allure, impossible to look away from.

And beneath the figure was a line of small text.

"The past cannot be undone, but the future holds hope—celebrating A He's rebirth~"

After Luo Junhe read it, his heart melted into a puddle.

He felt the figure on the cake was lifelike, and the words written on it were deeply meaningful.

The meaning of these two lines of poetry was clear at a glance: the past cannot be undone, but the future can still be made right.

Clearly, Ji Yuntang had put a lot of effort into this surprise.

Luo Junhe looked at the woman he loved, his eyes radiant and growing ever more tender, and a faint smile curled at the corners of his thin, crimson lips.

"A Tang, thank you. I love this gift."

Ji Yuntang met the man's doting gaze, and caught off guard, his smile hit her right in the heart.

Her heart raced, and her face flushed bright red.

She thought Luo Junhe was already handsome when he wasn't smiling—cool and aloof with a hint of restraint.

But this smile—his eyes curved like crescent moons, his long lashes like crow feathers, like butterfly wings dusted with frost, suddenly shimmering with light.

Especially at this moment, he stood before her in a moon-white brocade robe, tall and straight, with a spring-breeze smile on his lips.

You can just imagine the impact of that.

Seeing him like this, Ji Yuntang wished she could offer him every good thing she had, as long as it made him happy.

She finally understood why, after Prince Ye had returned victorious from battle, his fame had spread across all four nations.

I mean, what girl could possibly resist that face?

She also understood why the person who'd harmed him had gone to such lengths to ruin his looks.

With a face like that, women would be jealous, and men would feel inferior!

While Ji Yuntang's heart fluttered like a deer's, her gaze also carefully studied Luo Junhe, and she found that no matter how much she looked at him, she could never get enough.

Before, when he was sitting in the wheelchair, it wasn't so obvious, but now that he was standing, Ji Yuntang discovered that Luo Junhe was at least around 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and slender build.

She knew very well how perfect the scenery beneath those clothes was.

His physique was excellent—a firm and powerful waist, a classic inverted-triangle figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, fair skin, smooth lines, like a work of art.

The only slight imperfection was that, because Luo Junhe had lain in bed for three years without exercise or training, the lines of his abdominal muscles were no longer very prominent.

But even so, there wasn't an ounce of excess fat on his body.

Ji Yuntang had taken excellent care of him over the past year—not only had his skin improved, but all his flesh had grown exactly where it should, not a bit more, not a bit less.

Such a dramatic change in just one year filled Ji Yuntang's heart with an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

She had never imagined that, having crossed over alone as a soul into this foreign world, she would meet her destined one and successfully save him.

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't satisfied.

Luo Junhe saw his Little Princess Consort staring at him without blinking, her apricot eyes bright and sparkling, her gaze filled with intense admiration, like an adorable little fox.

His heart softened, and he reached out with his long arm to pull his Little Princess Consort into his embrace, gently stroking her head.

Feeling the stiffness of the woman in his arms, Luo Junhe let out a low chuckle and reached out to tuck her stray hair behind her ear.

He lowered his head slightly, his nose brushing against Ji Yuntang's forehead, and his magnetic voice carried a hint of laziness.

"Your prince has stood up now—is A Tang satisfied with how I look?"

Before, when he was lying in bed, he'd worried more than once that Ji Yuntang might not like him.

Although she'd never said anything belittling to him in his presence, Luo Junhe still wasn't entirely confident.

In the past, before he met Ji Yuntang, he'd devoted himself solely to leading troops in battle, thinking only about how to win each fight, so the people of the Dongchen Kingdom would suffer less and shed less blood.

Since meeting Ji Yuntang, Luo Junhe's mindset had undergone a huge transformation.

He'd previously thought he would follow the wishes of Emperor Jingyang and Consort Li, casually marrying a princess of equal status, even if he didn't love her.

But now, he truly experienced what it felt like to love someone and to be deeply loved.

This feeling was wonderful—something he'd never imagined could exist in his life.

Before, he'd always walked in front, protecting others and holding up the sky for them.

Now, someone walked in front of him, protecting him and holding up the sky in his place.

Luo Junhe found this experience quite pleasant, and his heart was filled with immense satisfaction.

His gaze toward Ji Yuntang grew ever more tender, emotions surging within him.

When Ji Yuntang had been staring at him, she hadn't noticed anything unusual, but now that Luo Junhe was staring at her, she felt a little nervous.

The times she'd teased him while he couldn't move were still vivid in her memory.

Now that he had recovered, her first thought was, would he bully her back?

Thinking about it, Ji Yuntang felt a bit guilty, so she hurriedly changed the subject.

"A He, let's cut the cake first, okay?"

Luo Junhe naturally noticed her little trick, but he didn't call her out on it. Instead, he happily took her hand.

"Alright, let's cut it together."

Ji Yuntang was briefly stunned, then came to her senses and looked down at their joined hands.

So, he intended to hold her hand and cut the cake together.

His large palm enveloped her small hand, his warm body pressed against her back, and his warm breath grazed her ear, leaving a faint, lingering tingle.

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