沈傲风眉头皱得能夹死苍蝇，他盯着小娇妻那双水汪汪的大眼睛，觉得这女人是故意的。糖葫芦？这大冷天的，吃那玩意儿不冻死个人？可话说出口，他不得不硬着头皮答应。

“好，朕这就命人给你拿去。”沈傲风沉声应下，心里却把那小妖精骂了一千遍。他顶着压力，总算把对原配的愧疚感甩干净了，这才刚对小娇妻露出了笑脸，人家就给他来了这么一出。

可下一秒，他眼角余光瞥见那小娇妻嘴角噙着一丝狡黠的笑意，心里那棵草直接炸了。她不是真想吃糖葫芦吧？她肯定是在逗他！这小蹄子，怎么比他还难缠？

沈傲风越想越气，这女人刚嫁进门就给他添这么多事儿，他到底是走了什么霉运？可看着她那副无辜又可怜的模样，心里又软了下来。好汉不吃眼前亏，他面上依旧带着笑，转身让人去准备糖葫芦。

Guards outside immediately went on high alert, their eyes full of curiosity and suspicion. Who would dare to stir trouble for the newlyweds on their wedding day?

The imperial kitchen worked extra hard that day, sending up a mountain of red sugar-coated hawthorns. As soon as the tray was handed in, the little wife's eyes lit up. She took a few, popped one into her mouth, and her face lit up like a flower.

"Ah, this is good!" she exclaimed, her voice full of joy.

Seeing her happy expression, the prince couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had finally won her over. He decided to let her eat as much as she wanted, wanting to make it up to her for earlier.