Chapter 1200: The Princess Consort Whose Memories Were Altered (75)

Beitang Huo fell silent for a moment before saying uncertainly, "Then… I'll give it a try?"

"You should," Yun Mujun nodded. "No matter what, get her into the palace first."

Beitang Huo thought it over and found that coaxing her into becoming his Empress really did sound wonderful. Just imagining the scene brought a broad smile to his face.

Seeing that his emperor was in a good mood, Yun Mujun hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this subject hasn't eaten yet today."

Beitang Huo immediately became vigilant and hid the food box behind his back. But seeing how pitiful and thin Yun Mujun looked, he reluctantly opened the box and took out a plate of pastries.

"Only one plate."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. One plate is enough."

Inwardly, Yun Mujun thought that he'd expected not to get even a single piece.

Beitang Huo coughed lightly.

"Guoguo is already busy enough. The fact that she can spare time to make some pastries for me is more than enough. Don't keep coveting them. These were prepared in advance. Otherwise, I couldn't bear to let her work so hard."

"Yes, yes, she's Your Majesty's treasure. Such rough work shouldn't fall to her. If Miss Tang didn't care about Your Majesty, she certainly wouldn't enter the kitchen herself."

While stuffing pastries into his mouth, Yun Mujun shamelessly flattered him.

Though the words were sickeningly sweet, Beitang Huo loved hearing them.

Especially the part about Tang Guo caring about him.

His mood instantly improved.

"Alright, go home. I'll think about how to coax her into the palace and make her my Empress."

Carrying the food box, Beitang Huo sank into deep thought.

She lacked neither silver nor power.

There seemed to be nothing she desired.

No…

There was one thing she lacked.

Someone to pamper her.

So, what kind of conditions could make her willing to become his Empress?

The next day, immediately after court ended, Beitang Huo dumped all the troublesome affairs onto Yun Mujun.

Seeing his prime minister's miserable face, he said earnestly, "Prime Minister, this Emperor is going to work hard now. I must bring the Empress into the palace as soon as possible."

"Then please hurry, Your Majesty. Leave everything here to this subject."

Yun Mujun could only swallow his grievances along with broken teeth.

Before leaving the palace, Beitang Huo first made a detour to the imperial garden, carefully selecting and cutting the most beautiful flowers before happily rushing toward Tang Guo's residence.

Everyone there knew him and knew his identity. The moment he arrived, someone greeted him.

"Young Master, Miss is in the study."

"I know. I'll go myself."

Holding the exquisite bouquet, Beitang Huo arrived outside the study.

He had intended to wait, but unexpectedly, she had already heard him.

"Is that Beitang?"

"It's me."

After spending over a year together, their forms of address had finally changed.

He could now call her Guoguo, while she called him Beitang.

If he worked a little harder, perhaps one day she would call him husband?

Smiling foolishly, Beitang Huo pushed open the door.

Tang Guo raised her eyes and saw him entering with a bouquet of particularly beautiful flowers.

"Did you pick them from the imperial garden?" she asked.

"Guoguo, you truly are the cleverest woman in the world."

He handed the flowers to her, and she accepted them happily.

"They're beautiful."

Those simple words alone made Beitang Huo feel utterly delighted.

His gaze suddenly landed on the map spread across the table.

"This isn't a map of Northern Yan."

"Mm. It's a map of other countries," Tang Guo replied.

Beitang Huo's mood immediately sank.

"Are you leaving?"

The grievance in his voice was impossible to miss.

Tang Guo looked at him.

This was a man who, in court, stood with overwhelming dignity and authority before all officials.

Yet in front of her, he always resembled a puppy that had been abandoned.

It was as though his next words would be—

"If you're leaving… can you take me with you?"

System: This man truly has no bottom line.