"Yanyan, go to sleep. I still have two memorials to present."

"No, I want to accompany the emperor."

Sheng Xiyan fell asleep on his back in a daze.

After Xuan Ling finished reviewing the memorial, he carried her to the dragon couch and took off his outer robe.

I heard Sheng Xiyan mumbling, "Your Majesty, I want to have a baby."

Xuan Ling was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and kissed her between the eyebrows.

He was pleasantly surprised by Sheng Xiyan's transformation, and even more moved by her desire to bear him a child. However...

That night, Xuan Ling was worried and uneasy. In a short period of time, two of his concubines died in childbirth, which made him unable to control the thoughts of that terrible dream.

The most difficult years of his life were those when he first ascended the throne. He was afraid of being assassinated, so he placed a sword on the dragon bed when he slept at night.

I haven't been this scared in a long time.

The fear of losing Sheng Xiyan turned into a kind of anxiety.

She was the light that suddenly appeared in his lonely life.

That day, Sheng Xiyan Jiao'er asked, "What does the Emperor like about me?"

He said: "I love your appearance, your temperament, your intelligence, and everything about you.

Sheng Xiyan curled her lips and said, "Oh, so the emperor likes my face the most?"

He was the emperor. He had seen countless beautiful women over the years, but none of them had a face like hers that touched his heart.

He fell hopelessly in love with this woman and wanted to be with her very far, even longer than his life.

Because of love, I am more afraid of losing.

Xuan Ling's long, bony fingers gently stroked Sheng Xiyan's hair, his eyes filled with sorrow as he said:

"Yan Yan, let's not have children. I will be satisfied as long as you stay by my side."