She turned around, put her arms around his neck, and looked at him seriously: "I believe it, Yan Tinglan."

She is not afraid of eternal damnation.

Yan Tinglan held her head and kissed her, excitedly but gently.

She recognized him.

From the day when Zhu Fuli's attitude completely softened, Yan Tinglan was in a particularly good mood. Seeing Yan Chengfeng coming over every day to eat and even got a side hall, he no longer felt that he was an eyesore.

One day, Zhu Fuli felt bored staying in Fengyi Palace, so he took Yan Chengfeng out for a walk.

Yan Chengfeng pulled Zhu Fuli's sleeve and walked beside her.

Zhu Fuli lowered his eyes to look at him, "Sometimes you look a lot like your father."

"How? Do they look alike?"

"Clingy."

Yan Chengfeng couldn't deny it, but, "Father is even more clingy than a child like me."

"Do you remember your royal grandmother?"

"I have never met the Imperial Grandmother." I had never met her in my previous life. It seemed that I heard that she died of illness after my father passed away.

But why didn’t the fake father come to replace the father in the previous life?

Zhu Fuli nodded. Didn't the Queen Mother even come back for the birth of her eldest grandson? Didn't she like Yan Tingyuan?

After being taken for a walk in the Imperial Garden, Yan Chengfeng realized that it was not the way back to Fengyi Palace, so he couldn't help but ask: "Mother, where are we going?"

"The Imperial Study."

"oh."

"Are you tired? I'll have someone carry you."

"I'm not tired. I can walk by myself." Ever since his rebirth, he has refused to let anyone hug him. It's too embarrassing.

Zhu Fuli saw that he was sweating profusely and handed him a handkerchief, "Wipe your sweat."

"Thank you, mother."

"Librarian."

"The servant is here."

"Go to Chaoyang Palace to get a set of the eldest prince's clothes and bring it to the imperial study." There was so much sweat on his forehead that his underwear must have been wet as well. It shouldn't be a bad idea to change his clothes, right?

It was also Zhu Fuli’s first time taking care of a child, so she was a little uncertain.

"yes."

Seeing that he wiped the sweat off his face, Zhu Fuli reached out and held his hand.

Yan Chengfeng almost couldn't walk, but his mother held his hand!

Zhu Fuli lowered his eyes, "Are you so happy?"

"Happy!" He held his mother's delicate and soft hand tightly.

He got it! He also had his mother’s hand like the other brothers and sisters.

When he arrived outside the imperial study, Zhu Fuli saw the eunuchs and palace maids who were guarding outside kneeling down tremblingly, and even Zhang Yuanlu did the same.

Lying on the side was a woman in purple palace clothing with bloodstains on her lower body after being tortured.

Zhu Fuli recognized her, she was Concubine Liang.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Fuli asked.

"Greetings to Her Majesty the Queen!" The palace maids paid their respects and then knelt down tremblingly.

"Her Majesty, the Emperor is in a bad condition and no one can enter."

Yan Chengfeng had never seen such a scene before, so he pulled Zhu Fuli's sleeve tightly.

Zhu Fuli lowered her eyes, "Eunuch Zhang, can't you speak? Can't you even explain the situation to me?"

"When the emperor was about to go to the Imperial Garden to look for you, the second princess suddenly ran out and hugged the emperor, saying that she wanted to give him a purse. The emperor did not take it, but the second princess cried and cried, hugging the emperor's thighs directly."

Zhang Yuanlu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Liang Fei came over to hug the Second Princess. The fragrance from the Second Princess and Liang Fei mixed together to form a love potion."

"The doctor said there is no cure."

"The emperor is preparing the antidote right now." Finally, Zhang Yuanlu explained, "The emperor is the only one inside."

Zhang Yuanlu didn't understand how the emperor could find the antidote, and the imperial physician said he didn't understand.

Zhu Fuli let go of Yan Chengfeng's hand and patted his head, "Wait for me here."

Yan Chengfeng was a little at a loss, and Concubine Liang was a little too bold.

When Zhu Fuli went in, Yan Tinglan was pulling out the needle. Hearing footsteps, he looked over with anger in his eyes.

After seeing who it was, he suppressed his anger and said, "Ali, leave."

Zhu Fuli stood in front of him and looked down at him.

He was only wearing a shirt at the moment, his face was red, his voice was hoarse, and veins on his forehead were visible, and it was obvious that he was enduring a lot of hardship.

Zhu Fuli put her hand on his shoulder, and the next moment he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Filled with fragrance, Yan Tinglan's anger, which had just been suppressed by the silver needle, rose again and pressed against her forehead, "Why don't you leave, Ali?"

His body was incredibly hot, and Zhu Fuli was a little uncomfortable. She grabbed his shoulders and pressed her lips against his, "I'll help you."