Daddy clearly told him: If one day they were separated, then he should hide himself in the place where he could best hide himself, and Daddy would definitely come to find him.

But he waited for so long.

He clearly came—

Why, don’t you recognize him?

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Song Niannian's palace is not something you can come and go as you please.

The male favorites in the Palace of Showgirls were sent to the palace and lived in the Palace of Showgirls. Song Niannian was not even interested in looking at them.

Now, Seventeen was summoned by her to sleep with her for three consecutive days.

The little male favorite had been frozen in the hot spring palace all night. Now his nose was red and he kept coughing. Through the thick screen, one could see his silhouette wrapped in a quilt, looking aggrieved.

"Your Majesty, you are of noble status, please do not let me infect you."

"Otherwise, you can summon me to sleep with you in a few days..."

It’s all because of this damn disease. I can sleep with the emperor, but I can’t do anything. I can see or touch anything.

"It's okay." Song Niannian was reading the memorial behind the screen.

The charcoal fire was warm, her clothes were thin, her neck was slender, her skin was bright yellow, and she looked majestic and calm.

"Your Majesty, do you really like me?"

Song Niannian seemed not to hear it.

After asking once, Shiqi didn't dare to ask again. He kept his thin lips tightly pursed and stared at Song Niannian.

In the hall, Song Niannian and Shiqi slept on separate beds.

But the next day, Seventeen still received many rewards.

In the palace of the noble concubine, Seventeen sat in front of the bronze mirror. He looked at the bronze mirror, deliberately made many marks on his body, changed his clothes, and rubbed the corners of his eyes hard to make them red.

Seventeen went to the Palace of Show Ladies.

He stepped into the palace of concubines. The eunuchs beside him were servile and offered him a soft couch. They also provided the concubines with the best charcoal, fruits and snacks, and filled a long table.

Even Seventeen ordered many jugs of wine.

"Come, let's drink to our heart's content today."

We are all men, and no one can't see that Seventeen is now in the emperor's favor.

It's just a stand-in. Who would have thought that he was so lucky that His Majesty liked him so much, just like a high-ranking concubine in the harem!

"Jiang Song, you don't want to drink?"

"Why do you want to drink?" She looked at Seventeen with her peach blossom eyes tiredly.

Jiang Song also seemed to have not slept all night. His pale face could not hide the purpleness under his eyes. His breath was very cold, and he seemed to be about to disappear.

He leaned against the window, letting the cold wind blow on his face, with his eyes closed and his head slightly tilted, as if he just wanted to catch up on some sleep.

"If you don't want to drink, then there's no need to serve the wine, food, and snacks today, and there's no need to order the charcoal fire. These are all from my share, and I'm going to share them with all the brothers."

"Do you want all the brothers to starve with you?" Seventeen chuckled, with malice in his eyes.

Jiang Jiu slammed the table and said, "Jiang Song, how can you pretend to be so noble? You've been sent to the palace, and you still think you're a human being! You eat when I tell you to, and you kneel down like a dog when Seventeenth Brother tells you to! Didn't you hear what Seventeenth Brother said?"

"You want me to be a dog? Ha, are you worthy?" Jiang Song didn't even open his eyes, but just frowned.

"Come on, drag him away and lock him up in the side hall. No one is allowed to bring him food or water without my order!" Seventeen gave the order directly.

A mere noble concubine is not worthy of life and death, but punishing an unknown male favorite, if the male favorite is too weak and dies of starvation, freezing or thirst, what does it have to do with him?

The eunuchs rushed over, and Seventeen leaned there lazily, sneering with his thin lips.

Watching Jiang Song being tightly controlled by the eunuchs and getting beaten from time to time.

"Take him away."

No matter how powerful Jiang Song was, two fists could not defeat four hands. As long as he died, he would be able to rest assured about the matter of the Hot Spring Palace... Who knew that it was Jiang Song who died that day, not him?

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Jiang Song lowered his head, letting the eunuchs push and shove him, oblivious to the pain. After all, the pain he had experienced before was nothing compared to what he had experienced before.

Hiding the cold murderous intent.

He couldn't show that he knew kung fu in front of others, so he just had to endure it for now.

Entering the palace, just to...but I didn't expect...

What he didn't expect was that—

"Your Majesty has arrived."

The long shout caused a stir in the Palace of Beautiful Ladies, and then the empress in a bright yellow robe stepped in.

Act decisively and swiftly, without giving anyone a chance to react.

Behind her, three thousand guards surrounded the Palace of Beautiful Ladies from inside to outside. Even a bird with wings would not be able to fly out from here.

"Your Majesty."

Seventeen rolled off the couch pale and at a loss, staggering to his knees at Song Niannian's feet.

Behind him, more than ten concubines and male favorites in the palace also knelt down.

No one dared to raise their heads.

In this cramped palace, Jiang Song, who did not kneel down immediately after the eunuchs let go of his hands, immediately stood out from the crowd.

Jiang Song's peach blossom eyes were cold and gloomy, and his fingers tightened beside him.

Missed the best opportunity to leave.

Now... in her eyes, he might just be a male concubine, or maybe Seventeen had blinded her and she couldn't recognize him at all.

"Your Majesty."

He knelt down.

But his face was expressionless, and the sneer in his heart filled his chest, making it so tense that he couldn't breathe and was bleeding.

Perhaps, Jiang Shisan never thought in his life that one day he would break his own bones and kneel in front of Song Niannian like a dog.

"Get up."

Song Niannian stood there without moving.

My heart hurts even more...

She saw that his spine was tense like a fully drawn bow, and she saw the ugly scar on his forehead, dark red.

She didn't want him to kneel.

She saw him.

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