As the Female Emperor, the opulence of every meal was astonishing.
Di Lingwei looked at the table full of aromatic dishes with great satisfaction. Although the need to ensure food safety required palace maids to sample the food first, causing the dishes to cool slightly, it was still acceptable in this warming April weather.
Once Di Lingwei was seated, Wang Feifei and Mu Fuwan sat to her left and right.
Her gaze sweeping over the two, Di Lingwei’s heart stirred again.
Unlocking Xing Ruolan’s achievements was certainly important, but she couldn’t neglect raising the Intimacy levels of these two either.
So, what action at this moment would be suitable for increasing Intimacy?
She only needed to think briefly before an answer came to mind.
At a time like this, feeding someone was the obvious choice. But as the Heavenly Mandate Empress, if she, as Sovereign of a Nation, tried to feed others, they probably wouldn’t dare accept. Therefore, she would have them feed her instead.
With this thought, Di Lingwei dismissed all the other palace maids, leaving only herself, Wang Feifei, and Mu Fuwan in the dining hall.
Only then did Di Lingwei say with utmost seriousness, “Feifei, Little Wan, come and feed me.”
Hearing this, both women were momentarily stunned, but Wang Feifei immediately replied, “Of course! Feifei will pick some food for Your Majesty.”
Having dined together over the past few days, she had learned Di Lingwei’s tastes. She immediately picked up a piece of tofu and carefully brought it to Di Lingwei’s lips, which Di Lingwei opened and ate.
Beside them, Mu Fuwan watched, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Unlike Wang Feifei, she hadn’t yet reached Intimacy level one with Di Lingwei. She felt that feeding the Sovereign of a Nation was far too intimate an act for a subject to perform.
And besides… why feeding?
She glanced at Di Lingwei’s hands. They were perfectly fine, weren’t they?
Why, then, this behavior?
Could there be a deeper meaning behind Her Majesty’s actions?
‘Could it be that Your Majesty fears we are still troubled by past events, and that is why she has been so close to us these days? To put us at ease, to tell us not to dwell on it? And this feeding… is it also for that reason?’
The more Mu Fuwan thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Her heart was immediately moved.
For the majestic Heavenly Mandate Empress to be so considerate of her subordinates… what an outstanding sovereign she was.
Overcome with emotion, Mu Fuwan immediately scooped up some shark fin soup with a spoon and offered it to Di Lingwei. “Your Majesty, the shark fin soup is still warm enough. Please drink it while it’s hot.”
Di Lingwei turned her head, took the spoon in her mouth, and gently sucked the broth in.
“Your Majesty, Feifei has picked up a piece of meat.”
Beside her, Wang Feifei was already offering a piece of braised pork.
Di Lingwei turned and ate it.
“Your Majesty, this is a dish Little Wan picked for you. It’s nutritious.”
Mu Fuwan also offered a bite of vegetables.
Di Lingwei turned her head again and accepted it.
Chewing her food, she saw both women already preparing the next morsel. Di Lingwei couldn’t help but say, “You two eat as well. Don’t just wait to feed me. Understand?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The two could only pick up another pair of chopsticks to eat for themselves. As for the chopsticks they used to feed Di Lingwei, they would never dare put them in their own mouths.
By the end of the meal, Di Lingwei hadn’t lifted a single finger, yet she was very full.
After dinner, she led them both on a stroll outside.
This kind of life was, admittedly, quite pleasant. It would have been even better if she didn’t constantly need to worry about people scheming against her in the dark.
…
Gradually, night deepened.
It was time for sleep. After freshening up, Di Lingwei sat on the bed as Wang Feifei and Mu Fuwan slowly helped her remove her outer garments.
“Shall Feifei sleep with Your Majesty again tonight?” Wang Feifei asked, looking a bit shy.
In her view, being able to accompany the Empress in bed for so long was a great honor, and Di Lingwei had already bestowed too many honors upon her.
“Of course. You’ll continue to keep me company. Additionally, Little Wan will stay tonight as well,” Di Lingwei said in a calm, unhurried tone.
Her Intimacy with Mu Fuwan had yet to reach level one. Di Lingwei felt this was due to insufficient contact. Could it be related to the fact that she hadn’t slept with Mu Fuwan before?
So, she decided to keep Mu Fuwan tonight to properly nurture their relationship.
Mu Fuwan, however, was taken aback by the command, feeling somewhat bewildered.
“Am I, your subject, truly qualified to warm Your Majesty’s bed?” Mu Fuwan felt deeply apprehensive about this situation.
“Don’t worry about anything. Prepare for sleep,” Di Lingwei said, yawning.
Seeing this, Mu Fuwan dared not say more. She could only slowly begin to undress herself.
The emperor’s bed was naturally very large. Di Lingwei got in first and directly occupied the central position, lying there.
Wang Feifei, quite familiar by now, also came onto the bed and lay down on Di Lingwei’s inner side. As soon as she settled in, she subconsciously snuggled closer, letting her body press against Di Lingwei.
“Feifei’s figure is getting better and better.”
Feeling Wang Feifei next to her, Di Lingwei rolled over, embraced her, and said with some satisfaction.
Wang Feifei’s pretty face flushed. “What is Your Majesty saying? Feifei’s figure hasn’t changed at all.”
“Hmm, hmm, Feifei’s figure has always been wonderful.”
“That’s not what Feifei meant…”
Di Lingwei paid no heed to what Wang Feifei meant. She held her tight first—this kind of sensation was truly delightful.
Standing at the bedside, Mu Fuwan’s eyes widened at the scene before her.
Di Lingwei and Wang Feifei embracing in sleep… she had long known about it, but seeing it with her own eyes was still very impactful.
Why wasn’t Wang Feifei nervous?
To sleep so calmly with the Sovereign of a Nation—Mu Fuwan admired Wang Feifei from the bottom of her heart. She truly was someone worthy of the admiration she’d held since childhood.
With that thought, Mu Fuwan took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and slipped under the covers.
But she dared not get too close to Di Lingwei, maintaining a certain distance.
However, sensing Mu Fuwan had gotten into bed, Di Lingwei temporarily released Wang Feifei and turned around.
“Your… Your Majesty.” Seeing Di Lingwei look at her, Mu Fuwan spoke nervously.
“Little Wan, you needn’t be so tense. At times like this, you don’t have to treat me as your emperor,” Di Lingwei said, attempting to help Mu Fuwan relax.
When one person maintains excessive formality towards another, it’s clearly difficult for their relationship to develop further.
Yet, words were easy to say; Mu Fuwan couldn’t truly relax.
Seeing this, Di Lingwei simply extended her arm. One hand slipped under Mu Fuwan’s neck, the other rested on her body, and with that, she pulled Mu Fuwan close, drawing her into her embrace.
