My Foolish Husband Turned Out to Have a Hidden Identity Too

The clear eyes stared unblinkingly at Mu Ruyue. Ye Wuchen didn't make any movements, as if pondering her words. Those eyes looked very pure and harmless.

"Besides, you are not a fool," Mu Ruyue solemnly said, pressing down on Ye Wuchen's shoulder. "You just have the intelligence of a child and haven't grown up yet. On the contrary, this pure heart is something that all your uncles and brothers lack."

Although Mu Ruyue accepted the imperial decree with the intention of maintaining tranquility, since this person was her husband, no matter how incompetent he was, she would not allow anyone to speak ill of him.

"Sister, are you a fairy?" Ye Wuchen blinked his bright eyes, a radiant smile on his handsome face. "You must be the fairy sister sent to me by Father King and Mother Princess Consort."

"You're not allowed to call me sister!" Mu Ruyue glared at him fiercely.

"I remember the Ghost King is presumably nineteen years old. I am only fourteen now. You are five years older than me, so you cannot call me sister."

"Then can I call you wife? Those people just said you are my wife."

"Absolutely not!"

A mist of grievance appeared in Ye Wuchen's eyes as he looked pitifully at Mu Ruyue.

Inexplicably, Mu Ruyue's heart softened a bit. "Do as you wish."

"Really?" Ye Wuchen smiled happily, his innocent and charming eyes still misty. "Then I will call you wife from now on."

Finished with these words, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of Mu Ruyue's lips.

Bang!

Mu Ruyue's mind went blank on the spot. She gazed in shock at the stunningly handsome face close to her, her face flushing red, and even the roots of her ears turning crimson.

Her first kiss had actually been taken by a child?

Yes, although Ye Wuchen was nineteen in age, his mind remained at the night when Prince Nan'an and the Princess Consort were killed over a decade ago.

So, to her, he was just an immature child.

And facing someone with an immature mind, she had not been on guard at all.

"Ye Wuchen, what are you doing?" Mu Ruyue pushed away the handsome young man before her, a faint anger brewing in her heart. "Do you know what you are doing?"

Ye Wuchen's eyes filled with grievance. "My Father King also called my Mother Princess Consort 'wife,' and I saw them doing this as well. Wife, did I do something wrong? Don't be angry. If you don't like it, I won't do it again."

The boy's voice was pure and untainted by worldly matters, miraculously calming the anger in Mu Ruyue's heart.

"I'm not angry, just startled by you," Mu Ruyue took a deep breath. "Ye Wuchen, do you know how to leave the Imperial Palace? Let's go out."

Originally, she wanted to ask Ji Ru Ya why she had helped her, but given the current situation, that would have to wait for another time.

After leaving the Imperial Palace, Mu Ruyue headed to the Qingyun Sect's medicinal herb shop in Feng City. Perhaps it was because it was noon, but there were not many people in the shop, only a shopkeeper nodding off out of boredom.

"I am here to sell something."

A cold voice sounded above, and the shopkeeper looked up, stretching lazily. He listlessly looked at the girl standing in front of him and asked, "What does the young lady want to sell?"

"Coming here, of course, it's medicinal herbs."

Mu Ruyue took out a handkerchief from her bosom and tossed it in front of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper nonchalantly opened the handkerchief, but when he saw the herbs wrapped inside, his body visibly trembled, and the sleepiness was instantly thrown out of his mind as he exclaimed in shock.

"This... is this Hundred-year-old medicinal materials?"