Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

A bright light flashed in Yun Qingluo's beautiful eyes, and her cherry lips slightly opened. Just as she was about to speak, Mo Beichen interrupted her words with a solemn expression.

"I'm back... If I hadn't come back this time, I probably wouldn't have known that Luoluo is such a grown-up, why is he still so naughty? Look at you, you don't even know if you should put on a cloak before going out. What if you catch a cold by accident?"

Mo Beichen was secretly annoyed in his heart, regretting that he had not brought a maid to serve him. At least there would be someone to look after Yun Qingluo when he was out.

At this moment, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, his eyes moved down, and he caught a glimpse of her pair of wet embroidered shoes, and his heart couldn't help but tighten again.

Yun Qingluo knew that she was in the wrong, so she naturally didn't dare to argue. She just raised her head slightly and gently kissed the corner of Mo Beichen's lips.

"I took a nap in the afternoon. When I woke up, I saw the silver light outside the house. I was very curious and couldn't help but go out to take a look. Who knew it was snowing? On a whim, I wanted to see how deep the snow was, but I stepped on it..."

"I just want to try out how thick the snow is, do I have to measure it with my feet?" Mo Beichen's voice was slightly low, with a hint of subtle reproach, but his hands were extremely gentle.

As he spoke, he carefully carried Yun Qingluo into the house and placed her on the soft and comfortable couch.

Then he squatted down and prepared to take off Yun Qingluo's shoes and socks.

Yun Qingluo wanted to pull her feet back, but Mo Beichen stopped her in time: "Be good, don't move, just sit here and wait for me. I'll find a towel to help you dry your feet, and then get some hot water, so you can wash them thoroughly and get rid of the coldness in your body."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Beichen had already turned around to look for a towel.

The word "towel" was actually taught to him by Yun Qingluo last night.

At that time, she asked Mo Beichen to help her wipe her body with a towel, but he didn't understand the meaning at once, which made Yun Qingluo stare at him for a long time with a red face, and finally had to explain it to him in detail.

It turns out that the so-called "towel" is just a piece of cloth used to wipe the face or body.

Yun Qingluo didn't dare to retract her feet and sat obediently on the couch, waiting for Mo Beichen.

After wiping Yun Qingluo's feet, Mo Beichen walked out of the room with a basin to get some hot water.

When he reached the door, he noticed two large boxes on the ground, filled with various precious medicinal herbs.

He stopped and looked back at Yun Qingluo who was lying on the bed, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

"Recently, the sect has gained a lot of disciples, and the demand for medicinal materials has increased a lot. Luoluo, you have worked really hard during this period."

Mo Beichen's voice was full of concern and self-blame.

Hearing Mo Beichen's words, Yun Qingluo felt a warm feeling in her heart.

She knew that all her efforts had not gone unnoticed, and even the smallest contribution would be seen by Achen and expressed generously.

This kind of emotional support and recognition made Yun Qingluo feel extremely warm.

Although my body was still a little cold, the warmth in my heart gradually dispelled the coldness.

She smiled and responded gently, "Achen is the hardest-working person, worrying about so many things every day. I just spend some energy to process these herbs."

Mo Beichen listened quietly to Yun Qingluo's words, his heart deeply moved.

He put down the basin, walked back to the bed, gently kissed Yun Qingluo on the forehead, then turned and walked away.

This simple yet affectionate gesture brought a happy smile to Yun Qingluo's face.

She knew that no matter what difficulties and challenges she faced, as long as Mo Beichen was by her side, she would be able to face everything with strength.

And this love of mutual support and understanding will also become the driving force for them to move forward together.

Xiaoyi's clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang in Yun Qingluo's mind: "You have been married for such a long time, and even your child is so grown up, but you are still as inseparable as when you were in the honeymoon period. It's really rare!"

Yun Qingluo was in a good mood at this moment, so she responded with a smile on her face: "Xiaoyi, are you jealous of us?"

Xiaoyi cried out immediately after hearing this: "I would be jealous? What a joke! I have an invincible power and a super powerful universal medical system. How could I be jealous of the illusory love that you mortals pursue?

Besides, I've heard the saying 'Nine out of ten love stories end in tragedy'. You're just an exception among many love stories, not the norm. So, I have nothing to be jealous of."

Yun Qingluo raised her eyebrows and pondered over what Xiaoyi said in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had a point.

I couldn't find the right words to refute.

After all, under the monogamy system practiced in modern society, third parties still act recklessly and even shamelessly declare that "only those who are not loved can be considered third parties."

But now living in this ancient era, where polygamy is practiced, my current situation of being favored by one man can indeed be regarded as a special existence.

In this male-dominated era, women's status is often very humble, and their fate is mostly filled with sadness and helplessness.

However, Yun Qingluo can have such a happy life and get a sincere and pure love, all thanks to Achen.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little grateful.

Thanks to the gears of fate that allowed her to be reborn and embrace the man who loved her so much.

While Yun Qingluo was lost in thought, Mo Beichen walked in cautiously carrying a basin of steaming water.

He gently placed the basin on the ground, then stretched out his hand, trying to hold Yun Qingluo's feet, which were as delicate as white jade.

However, Yun Qingluo quickly retracted her feet and said softly, "Achen, let me do it myself."

Mo Beichen's eyes suddenly became deep. He slowly raised his head, staring at Yun Qingluo, his lips tightly closed, not saying a word.

Yun Qingluo could clearly feel the dissatisfaction in Mo Beichen's heart, but at the same time, she also noticed a subtle hint of grievance in his eyes.

She couldn't help but feel a little confused, thinking that she had only said that she would wash his feet herself, so why was he so aggrieved?

Was it because he felt he had failed in his duty to take care of her?

is there any other reason?

Yun Qingluo thought hard, trying to understand Mo Beichen's complicated emotions at the moment.

She knew that this man loved her deeply, but sometimes his thoughts were hard to figure out.

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Maybe he thinks you are too polite to him?"

After hearing Xiaoyi's words, Yun Qingluo hesitated for a moment, then carefully stretched out her foot and placed it in Mo Beichen's hand.

Mo Beichen's expression became noticeably softer.