I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

After sitting for another two minutes, Qingtian put down the book in his hand, made half a cup of milk, added another half cup of black tea, and finally added two spoons of sugar with a delicate silver spoon.

Tasril leaned on the sofa and admired her series of movements, and asked curiously:

"You mix the two together, does it taste good?"

Qingtian raised her little finger and stirred the homemade milk tea with a tea spoon. She smiled and said, "Of course it tastes delicious. It's mellow and rich in taste."

After stirring a few times, she looked up at Tasril with a gentle expression, "Would you like to try it? It's absolutely delicious."

Tasril's eyes were floating, and the person in front of him was pleasing to the eye, but it was strange to be so gentle all of a sudden...

"If you add milk, will it be too greasy?"

Qingtian turned away calmly, "Maybe you don't trust my craftsmanship. After all, you are His Highness. It is understandable that you want to be safe."

Taslier raised his eyebrows, "I just don't like milk very much, but if you made it specially for me, I can try it."

Qingtian snorted and pouted, saying coquettishly: "No need to force it, I can drink it myself."

Tasril felt a little softer and sat up with a smile.

She is so cute, even if it is a trap, she has to jump...

He came over and held Qingtian's hand holding the cup, and said softly: "I want to have a taste."

Qingtian's body stiffened, and he let out a soft cry. The hand holding the tea shook, and the milk tea spilled out.

If the milk tea is spilled, the clothes of both people will be stained...

For a moment, Qingtian's eyes flashed with a strange look, and his eyes followed the tea.

It's a pity that the milk tea just dispersed and poured back into the cup in the air...

Well, not a drop was spilled on the clothes.

Taslier wrapped Qingtian's hand tightly with his hand, leveled the teacup, and looked slightly cold.

She really still has a purpose...

"Fortunately it didn't spill out, otherwise we would have had to change into dresses."

The corner of Qingtian's mouth twitched, the other party reacted too quickly...

"Well, yes... Then take the cup and have a taste."

Tasril looked at her guilty look, deliberately squeezed her hand and pulled her closer with a smile, then raised the cup with her hand and drank all the milk tea.

Qingtian pursed her lips, not in a great mood.

This plan didn't work out, and I'm still at a bit of a loss, so I might as well find an excuse to change my clothes later...

"It tastes better than expected." Tasril said after drinking, looking at the sunny sky, "The key is that you prepared it, so it's delicious."

This guy is acting rogue again, and his power really promotes unhealthy tendencies!

Qing Tian stiffly pulled back his hand and cup, "As long as you like it!"

The clothes she wore were pulled and slid down, revealing her smooth and round shoulders, slender white arms, delicate collarbones and plump breasts. Her whole body was like a tender bud waiting to bloom, or like the bright and glaring sun.

Tasriel's eyes gradually deepened and he took a breath, feeling that the "shell" dress that covered everything seemed to be tempting to open it and explore the treasure inside...

He lowered his head and suppressed the urge to pull open his dress, and stood up quickly, "It's almost time, we have to prepare for the court meeting."

My eyes lit up on a sunny day.

Farewell! Farewell!

The corners of her mouth curled up, and her voice became three-fold happy, "Then you go and do your work first. I'll go to the temple later."

Tasril's eyes, which were already a little anxious, were filled with anger. He lowered his head and looked at her face that couldn't hide his emotions, "Won't Viscount Laurent send me out?"

Uh……

The other party is a king, so he has to give it away.

Qingtian hesitated for two seconds before standing up, spreading his hands and saying: "Your Highness, please."

She opened the door and everyone in the corridor looked over. What's more important is that under the semi-open corridor railing is the lobby on the first floor, and there are many people down there at the moment.

Qingtian took a deep breath and felt bad. There was no one around when she came earlier, but now that the ministers know that His Highness is here, they are probably waiting to leave with him.

Is he trying to guide public opinion to express that the two have a good relationship?

She glanced back at Tasril angrily. This might be the purpose of his coming here early in the morning.

Tasriel removed his eyes from her smooth back and walked out of the room.

The hall downstairs was very quiet. Everyone looked up at the second floor in amazement.

In fact, because it was too beautiful on a sunny day, and His Highness and she were wearing the same dress, the moment they appeared together in sight was extremely impactful.

Benny, the Chief Speaker of the Cabinet, sighed inwardly. It seemed that His Highness wanted Lorendel not only because of her status. Such a beauty was no less generous than Princess Meili.

It seems that I have to worry about this matter...

Morton Dalton frowned after a few seconds. Did His Highness deliberately make everyone think that the two of them have a close relationship?

Apart from them, many ministers are human beings and think so.

Lorendel is about to become an official lord. The key is that her status as the "goddess incarnation" has been recognized by the temple, which is equivalent to the "saint" of the Chosen Group in the past.

There are a large number of believers who believe in the state religion across the country. If the king shows friendly attention to the saint, he will get the appreciation and support of more believers...

Several older ministers were very satisfied with Tasril's approach.

What ministers fear most is a stupid emperor. Of course, being too shrewd is not good either...

Tasril stood in the corridor and raised his hand to greet the ministers downstairs. Then he suddenly put his arm around Qingtian's waist and said, "Viscount Laurent, let me introduce you to the officials in the imperial capital."

Qingtian's back was stiff, and the other person's warm palms pressed against her skin, and she realized that her coat had fallen off...

"Let go." Qingtian said.

Tasriel remained motionless and said, "This is just polite to the lady, to express my goodwill towards you."

polite? You are so rude!

In front of so many ministers, Qingtian didn't have a stalemate for too long. They had to separate when they went downstairs!

She sneered and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Tasril hugged her to the stairs and reluctantly put down his hand.

The softness of his fingertips disappeared, and the depression in his heart began to boil again, but Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards the stairs, waiting for him to go down first.

But Tasril didn't move. He looked at Qingtian teasingly, "You're not used to wearing formal dresses. I'll help you go downstairs."

"Your Highness, you've taken the trouble, I'll have no problem." Qingtian smiled and took a step back, lifting the hem of her skirt slightly with both hands.

Tasril's eyes suddenly turned deep, and he stretched out his hand with an aura that could not be refused.

"I'll help you down."

Qingtian instantly felt a pressure under his gaze, and her body tensed up instinctively.

Despite the pressure, doubts and the gazes of everyone downstairs, she finally lowered her eyes and raised her arm and put her fingers on Tasril's hand.

When his fingertips fell, Tasril's expression softened.

Instead of just holding the woman's fingers, as in a formal social setting, he held her entire palm.

"That's enough! Lan Zetong! With so many people watching, don't lose your grace." Qingtian said.

Taslier smiled, did not reply, and led her down the wide spiral staircase.

The ministers sighed inwardly and winked at each other. The two of them seemed to be having an ambiguous relationship...

Judging by their appearance, they seemed to be harmonious together. Those who didn't know better thought that Viscount Laurent was the future princess...

Many ministers were surprised and secretly looked at the Morton family. As expected, the faces of the Morton family were not very good-looking.

Could this be good? Definitely not...

Your Highness is not being respectful to his fiancée by doing this. Even if Lorendel has a special status, he will soon marry into the Morton family.

Some officials who support the Morton family are silently worried, while some people on the opposite side are watching the fun with ill intentions.

Taslier saw everyone's reaction and let go of Qingtian after coming down.

The Morton family is a strong supporter of the royal family and cannot offend too many people.

But he also didn’t want the Morton faction to become too inflated because of his marriage to Meili...

"Dougal, you are familiar with Viscount Laurent, please introduce him to the people in the cabinet."

Dougal's cold expression melted.

It seems that although His Highness prefers this person, he still has a sense of propriety.

It is impossible for him to have only one imperial concubine in the future. In fact, as long as it is not excessive, the Morton family will still be his right-hand man.

Dougal bowed slightly and replied: "Yes, Your Highness."

Next, he took Qingtian and some ministers to get to know each other and exchange greetings.

Tasril took the others to the meeting hall.