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Qin Mansion.

Ming Zhanxue, dressed in a lake-blue silk gown, leaned against the railing, her fingertips tapping the tabletop like peeling onions, and murmured, "Husband, His Majesty, are you really not coming?"

"It won't come." Qin Yuan stood up and stretched his muscles.

"Are you really not coming?"

Ming Zhanxue twisted his waist and stretched his arms, yawned lightly, and a lazy light flashed in his eyes.

"I really won't come." Qin Yuan blinked and smiled.

"If you don't come today, you will come tomorrow, right?" Ming Zhanxue's two cherry lips, which looked like bitten red, twitched slightly.

"You won't come tomorrow." Qin Yuan stared into his wife's eyes.

"Then your husband can go to the palace by himself." Ming Zhanxue lowered her neck and eyelashes, but the corners of her eyes were a little wandering.

"No." Qin Yuan shook his head and refused flatly.

Mingzhan pursed her red lips, licked them lightly, and said charmingly, "Husband, do you regret it?"

"Your Majesty said that I wouldn't have to endure such hardship, and that I could use her body to feed my husband."

"Haha!" Qin Yuan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled brightly: "My wife, if you want, you can do it anytime. Why would your husband need to enter the palace?"

Mingzhan's delicate face, which was as white as snow, was full of spring feelings, and her watery eyes blinked.

She already understood what Qin Yuan meant.

She stretched out her pair of round and beautiful legs, and casually pulled the green embroidered shoes with bow soles and tender yellow tips flat, looking like a sated cat.

"Husband, we should go to bed--"

My wife is such an annoying little goblin.

It's a pity that my wife is pregnant and can't do that kind of thing.

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The snow on the bright stack was chirping softly.

I don't know when, he actually held the twin peaks and wrapped them...

Qin Yuan was filled with murderous intent...