"Qi Yan, let's talk about personal matters later. Tell me about your past two years. I believe you have made new discoveries."

Qi Yan put away his emotions,

“That day, I led a team to pursue the commander of the Canlang Kingdom. We were ambushed. We planted explosives to cut off the rear troops and fell into the river. We were rescued by a mother and son.

While I was recovering from my injuries, I suspected a traitor among the army, so I secretly infiltrated the Canlang Kingdom to investigate.

Xuan Ling asked anxiously, "Who is it?"

"Three months ago, I saw Li Feng secretly enter the castle of Canlang Kingdom."

"Li Feng was originally your deputy general. After that battle, I promoted him to general.

This time, I am requesting a war, and I want one million taels of military pay, as well as the right to appoint and dismiss officials in the six border counties."

"Your Majesty, you must not give it to me. This traitor has already collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country."

Xuan Ling's expression was dignified and inquiring, and he looked at Qi Yan sharply.

Qi Yan put down his teacup and knelt down. "Your Majesty may doubt me, but I am prepared."

........

The door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was tightly closed; no one knew what was going on inside, and no one knew the content of the conversation.

An hour later, the palace door opened and Qi Yan came out wearing a conical hat and quickly left the palace with Prince Teng.

Inside the Yangxin Palace, Xuan Ling lay on the couch for a long time without moving, like a jade sculpture in deep thought.

After a long time, I suddenly remembered something.

"Has the Concubine Chen left Guanju Palace today?"

Eunuch Fu said, "Your Majesty, this morning the Consort Chen was providing free medical treatment in the South Garden."

What? This morning?

Xuan Ling was extremely confused. Could it be that Yanyan had met Qi Yan?

"Go to Guanju Palace!"

Eunuch Fu looked surprised. It was not even noon yet. Our emperor was diligent and never entered the harem before noon. What happened today?

On the imperial carriage, Xuan Ling was extremely anxious.

They haven't seen it yet, definitely not.

Even if it is just one day longer, it is what he hopes for.

At this time, in Guanju Palace.

Sheng Xiyan came back from the free clinic, washed up, and was arranging flowers on the incense table in the flower hall.

There are already a few bright peonies in the double-eared Ru kiln flower porcelain vase.

She trimmed the tuberose in her hand, smelled it, put one into the porcelain vase, and nodded with satisfaction.

Outside the palace gate came the announcement: "The Emperor has arrived!"

Sheng Xiyan was shocked. Hey, Xuan Ling never comes to the harem at this time.

Put down the flowers in your hand.

Seeing a dragon robe appear, he happily ran down the porch steps and ran all the way through the yard towards Xuan Ling.

That smile was like honey flowing into my heart, so sweet.

Xuan Ling's heart was at ease. He stretched out his slender arms and hugged the lovely girl who jumped into his arms.

Unconsciously, I hugged her too tightly, so tightly that Sheng Xiyan gasped for breath.

She pushed him with her soft body, "Your Majesty, I can't breathe."

Xuan Ling loosened his arms.

"Isn't the court busy today? Why is the emperor here? Is it because he misses me too much?"

She asked with her head tilted back, her peach blossom eyes full of spring water, her red lips pouting and then curling up, her usual coquettish look.

Xuan Ling's complicated expression gradually relaxed. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead without saying a word.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

What's wrong with him? Sheng Xiyan was most afraid of when Xuan Ling didn't speak. It was hard to guess what he was thinking, and she was afraid that she would say something wrong.

Yanyan, he's back. What would you look like if you saw him?

Yanyan, he is back. Can you still see only me in your eyes?

Yanyan, he is back, will you rekindle your love for him?

Then what should I do?

Yanyan, my heart is in turmoil.

A cold-blooded political emperor, once he tasted love, could never let it go.

Will you blame me tomorrow?