My Husband Is Not Easy To Mess With. - Chapter 63: Kneeling to His Majesty
Chapter 63: Kneeling to His Majesty
Nie Yao had never cried in this life, except for when he wailed a couple of times right after birth.
To suddenly do so was.
Extremely embarrassing after his emotions had settled.
“Thank you, Wife.”
Nie Yao quickly changed his wife’s clothes to prevent him from catching a cold.
The beef was bubbling with steam.
Nie Yao pulled the noodles and cooked an extra large serving for his wife. The steaming hot noodles were scooped out and topped with the soft, tender beef that had been stewed for a long time.
“Phew, phew, delicious!” It was still the familiar taste, which Du Suilan loved very much.
Previously, he always couldn’t finish his portion and pushed the leftovers to his husband to take care of.
Now that he had a baby, his appetite was wide open. After finishing his own, he reached into his husband’s bowl for more.
Bowl after bowl.
Du Suilan finally stopped after three large bowls, patting his stomach with satisfaction, and said contentedly, “Hubby, I want to eat this again tomorrow!”
“Oh, alright.”
Nie Yao stared at his wife’s belly, looking again and again.
This made the newly sensitive Du Suilan bristle, thinking his husband had guessed about the baby. “What are you looking at?”
He was a little nervous.
He kicked his husband somewhat aggressively. “Haven’t you ever seen a ge’er eat this much!”
He really hadn’t.
Most of the people around Nie Yao were rough and robust military officers, and he rarely saw ge’er or women.
He didn’t know any women well; he did know one or two ge’er, but the most familiar one was his father.
His father’s appetite was also smaller than his and his own father’s. Coupled with his wife not eating much before, Nie Yao had assumed that’s just how ge’er were.
He hadn’t expected them to be able to eat so much.
“Wife, is your stomach bloated?” Nie Yao asked concernedly.
“No, it’s not!”
Du Suilan quickly retorted, “Don’t even think about making me go for a walk to aid digestion!”
That wouldn’t do.
The Imperial Physician said it was best for his wife to move around more during this time. He couldn’t always stay cooped up indoors; it would lead to emotional stagnation and be bad for his health.
“Be good, Wife.” Nie Yao coaxed his wife into taking the medicine prescribed by the Imperial Physician, and then patiently took him out for a walk.
“I don’t want to wear this!”
It was cold outside.
Du Suilan was bundled up layer after layer by his husband, who thought he couldn’t resist the cold wind, ultimately turning him into a plump little winter melon.
Too ugly!
Du Suilan didn’t want to wear it. He twisted and turned to avoid Nie Yao putting on the thick coat.
“Be good, Wife, it’s very cold outside now. Just one more layer, the last one.”
One layer after another.
Du Suilan was fully armed from head to toe. Walking out, he didn’t feel cold no matter how the wind blew outside.
“Tired.”
Du Suilan absolutely didn’t believe his husband wanted him to rest; this was even more exhausting than attending court!
He didn’t want to walk after just a few steps.
“Just two more steps, Wife, just two more steps and we’ll go back!”
Nie Yao held his wife’s hand, trying to encourage him to move a little further. Du Suilan, whose temper was worsening, got angry and vigorously kicked a nearby tree. “I said I’m not walking anymore!”
The last flurry of light snow had fallen that morning.
With his wife’s kick, the snow accumulated on the tree fell with a whoosh.
He went from a little winter melon to a little snowman.
“Wife!!”
“Waaahhh… It’s all your fault! All your fault!! You bad guy!”
Du Suilan blamed everything on his husband, who insisted on making him go outside. His chubby, wrapped hands struggled to form fists and hit Nie Yao.
Nie Yao was beaten by a ball of cotton.
He found it a little funny but dared not laugh out loud.
He held a straight face and endured it. “Ahem, I’m sorry, Wife. It’s too dangerous outside, let’s go back.”
That’s more like it!
Du Suilan took off the heavy gear and slowly walked a few steps inside the warm palace hall.
“Little Niezi. Go, fetch me a bowl of sweet soup!”
His Imperial Majesty naturally expected to be served.
The newly appointed Little Niezi brought a cup of warm plain water at a suitable temperature. His Majesty took two sips before realizing something was wrong.
“Bastard! What did you give me to drink?” It had no taste at all; it wasn’t good! His Imperial Majesty was angry. “You disobeyed me, I will punish you!”
Nie Yao played along with his game.
He knelt “trembling with fear” at his wife’s feet, cleared his throat, and made a strange sound: “Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Your servant knows his mistake!”
Du Suilan was constantly managed and restricted by him.
Now, seeing someone kneeling and a little shorter than him, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
A sense of immense satisfaction!
Du Suilan was overjoyed, his little tail practically wagging in the air. He instantly sat up straight, fixed his hair, and feeling that wasn’t enough, he put on his imperial robes. “Hmph!” His shoeless foot stepped on Little Niezi’s shoulder.
He said angrily, “Tell me, what was your mistake!”
“Your servant…” His wife wasn’t wearing socks, and his fair little foot was right there. Nie Yao held it, and finding his wife wasn’t cold, he let it be. “Your servant should have let Your Majesty drink more hot water.”
“Nonsense!”
Du Suilan didn’t want to drink hot water. He was so angry he stomped on his husband a couple of times, anxiously saying, “I don’t want hot water! I want to drink juice! Milk tea! Red bean soup!!”
All sweet things.
No.
Nie Yao caught his wife’s foot and slowly moved it up, “Your Majesty, forgive me. Your servant is also doing this for Your Majesty’s own good. If Your Majesty eats too many sweets, you will easily get sick, and there will be bugs growing in your teeth. Then Your Majesty will need to drink medicine and have the doctor pull out your teeth.”
“Does Your Majesty want that?”
Of course not!
Du Suilan certainly knew he was doing it for his own good, but he occasionally wanted to be extravagant and eat a little more sweet food to feel good!
“Hubby~~” The Emperor’s approach wasn’t working, so Du Suilan changed his tactic. “Just give me one more bowl of little glutinous rice balls, Hubby~~ Hubby~~~”
His delicate and soft wife was being coquettish.
How could Nie Yao resist?
“Only a small bowl.”
“I want a big bowl!”
“Then don’t drink it.”
“No! I want to drink it!”
His Imperial Majesty was very tough—a small bowl is fine! He wanted to drink it!!
The soft and sweet little glutinous rice balls, although his stingy husband only served him three, were so delicious! The sweetness of the soup was just right, with honey and osmanthus added.
He loved it.
“Give me another bowl!” His Imperial Majesty put on airs, full of imposing demeanor.
Alas, Little Niezi, the rebellious servant, actually didn’t allow it.
Du Suilan: “I am the Emperor!”
“Yes, yes, Your Majesty, ten thousand blessings.” Nie Yao stroked his wife’s belly, which was already bloated.
And he still wanted to eat?
Nie Yao was worried he would overeat, so he held him and had him play chess together.
If he won, he would give him fruit.
Fruit was also sweet.
“Fine…”
Du Suilan reluctantly agreed to play chess with his husband, and during the game, he tried to negotiate. “Can I have orange jelly then? I want some!”
No.
Jelly also needed sugar, and he didn’t like the sugar-free kind.
Nie Yao refused: “Only fruit.”
In the end, no matter how much his wife pleaded, he would at most only allow him a spoonful of yogurt.
“Stingy!”
Du Suilan cheated to win the chess game, angrily tossing the chess pieces into the container.
While his husband was outside getting the fruit, he touched his lower abdomen and complained to the unborn baby inside: “Your father is truly stingy! Baby, you absolutely must not be like him! You must be dutiful to your A-die, and give all your desserts to A-die in the future!”