Just as she entered the palace doors, she heard someone's cold voice.
Turning around, she saw Dugu Chen sitting in a chair by the Eight Immortals Table inside the room, his eyes displeased as he looked at her.
"Dear husband, you're back," she said with an embarrassed smile, moving forward to wrap her arms around his neck and sitting on his lap, her voice sickly sweet.
Dugu Chen was at a loss whether to be angry or amused by the coquettish woman before him. With no other option, he embraced the woman in his arms.
"If I hadn't come back, I wouldn't have known you sneaked out."
"I just wanted to take a walk," she said, pulling at his collar and pouting as if she had been greatly wronged.
He sighed, stretched out his palm, and gently stroked her black hair, "Wife, take the guards from the house with you when you go out next time. It would make me feel much more at ease."
Hearing Dugu Chen's words, Feng Xuxu couldn't help but nod vigorously in silent agreement.