Qi Yan's pair of eyes, bright as the aurora under his thick eyebrows, suddenly widened and lost focus.

"General Qi? Are you talking about General Qi Yan who died in battle in the Northern Frontier?"

"Yes, after General Qi passed away, the Emperor showed sympathy for the orphans and widows, and brought Madam Qi and the children into the palace. He even arranged a marriage between the young prince and the eldest princess!

Madam Qi went from being a low-ranking concubine to becoming the Empress Chen in just one year, which shows how much the Emperor loves her."

The waiter came up with the dishes and said with a smile:

"Yes, not only has the emperor issued a general amnesty, but even our store has been exempted from taxes for three months. This is enough to show how much our emperor loves the Empress Chen."

"It's a wonderful story."

The teacup in Qi Yan's hand fell onto the table.

Ah Yan entered the palace and became a concubine? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

My whole body was stiff and numb, and I couldn't even breathe.

A hot current surged up from the stomach, rushed through the chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from the throat.

"Uncle!"

"Hey, what's wrong with this guest? Is he sick?"

Qi Yan closed his eyes and fainted.

"Uncle! Uncle, wake up!"

The waiter called out, "Hurry up and take him to the guest room upstairs. I'll have someone call a nearby doctor to treat him."

Several guests came to help, and Tiewa carried Qi Yan to the guest room on the second floor.

Qi Yan was unconscious on the bed in the guest room, and Tiewa was pacing anxiously.

Uncle, what happened? He was fine just now, but suddenly he became like this.

Half an hour later, a doctor from a nearby clinic arrived.

"Doctor, please take a look at my uncle. What's wrong with him?"

The doctor took my pulse and looked at my eyes.

"Your uncle is experiencing a stress reaction caused by emotional agitation and anger. I'll prescribe some soothing herbal remedies for him so he can get some rest for a few days."

"Thank you, doctor."

Tiewa was completely confused and wondered why his uncle was so excited.

Just now when I entered the inn, I heard people around me talking about the current emperor and his favorite concubine. Does it have anything to do with him?

Tiewa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a wet cloth.

"Uncle, who are you? How are the Emperor and the Empress Chen Fei to you that you are so sad?"

It was just nightfall and the lanterns in the palace were just beginning to light up.

The viewing platform on the steps beside the Jade Lake in the Imperial Garden was full of people.

In the front and center is Xuan Ling, with the Queen on the left and Sheng Xiyan on the right.

Behind them are the four great concubines and other concubines.

The fire rushed into the sky, blooming into gorgeous colorful flowers in the air, painting the boundless night with colorful colors.

"A thousand lights shine on the tree, and seven branches of flowers bloom."

Queen Duan leaned towards Xuan Ling and was about to speak when he unconsciously turned his head to look at Sheng Xiyan.

When their eyes met, their deep affection blended into each other and their hearts were closely connected.

The bright sparks slid into each other's hearts, speechless and sweet.

Xuan Ling reached out and held Sheng Xiyan's hand, placing it on his chest, which was a blatant confession.

Suddenly, Sheng Xiyan felt a pain in her chest as if pricked by a needle.

Xuan Ling asked with concern: "Yan Yan, are you okay?"

The pain felt like ripples that slowly dissipated, which was really strange.

Sheng Xiyan shook her head, "I'm fine."

Behind Empress Duan, Concubine Liang said, "Thanks to Concubine Chen, we are able to see such gorgeous fireworks."

Concubine Shu said, "Yes, in two months it will be the Queen's Thousand Years Day. There will probably be fireworks, and we can feast our eyes on them again."

The smile on Queen Duan's face never changed, it was decent and dignified.

"Sister Sheng, I gave you a box of Dongzhu. Do you like it?"

Sheng Xiyan withdrew her gaze from Xuan Ling's face, "I am overjoyed and like it very much. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Empress Duan said softly, "Your Majesty, I will take good care of Sister Sheng in the future. I hope she can have children soon and live up to your grace."

Xuan Ling nodded slightly and looked at Sheng Xiyan, as if to say, there is no need to rush about having a child, just let it be.

The small hand held in the big hand never let go.

After the fireworks ended, Xuan Ling led Sheng Xiyan away first.

Empress Duan mocked fiercely, "Sister Shufei, sister Liangfei, you have been in the palace for seven years. I wonder what your prospects are for the future?"

The implicit meaning of her words is: I am the queen, unlike you two concubines who neither have the emperor's favor nor the royal heir. You can't even protect yourselves, so how can you have the nerve to stab me in the back?

Concubine Shu and Concubine Liang were depressed but could only hold it in.

Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, there is always a chance to turn things around.

The imperial carriage and ceremonial guards stopped at the gate of Guanju Palace.

Xuan Ling took Sheng Xiyan's hand, and the two walked with solemn steps.

The general came running up from behind, "Father, Mother, you walk like giant crabs, hahahaha!"

After entering the yard, Xuan Ling raised his arm, and Sheng Xiyan turned around tacitly, and her Qianshui skirt spread out like a gorgeous red lotus.

She turned into his arms, Xuan Ling held her tightly, picked her up by the waist, and walked quickly into the palace gate.

Hua Xia hurriedly closed the palace door, and Meixiang coaxed Jiang Jiang to go play with the Chow Chow and Pekingese, so as not to disturb the Empress and the Emperor from conceiving the heir.

Inside the hall, Xuan Ling pressed Sheng Xiyan against the door.

His eyes were as deep as obsidian, revealing an irresistible charm.

"Yanyan, what should we do next?"

His hands were placed beside her head, trapping her in a small space.

There was only the sound of the two people breathing.

Every time the poem begins, it starts with a passionate kiss, always accompanied by blushing, heartbeat, and throbbing excitement.

When love reaches its deepest point, the sweet moan is blocked by the kiss.

Every time I let go, I am reluctant to let go, and then I am comforted by a sweet kiss.

The jade ring slipped into the soft gauze lapel...

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