The long table was filled with delicious food, but the emperor had no appetite at all.

Staring at the steaming, exquisitely presented dishes.

"Your Majesty, you have had a poor appetite these past few days and have lost a lot of weight. Your servants have specially prepared red fruit cake and pickled and spicy fish slices to stimulate your appetite. Please try them..."

"Your Majesty, these are the newly-delivered Nanfeng mandarin oranges..."

The Imperial Kitchen's Chief Steward Zhang looked at Eunuch Fu for help. What should he do?

Eunuch Fu thought that the emperor was doing this because he was worried about Concubine Chen and the young master.

He probed, "Your Majesty, Lord Sheng rushed to Hanyu Temple last night and must have sent a lot of food and supplies to the Empress and the Young Master..."

"I don't want to hear it."

Xuan Ling took a tangerine and peeled it gently.

This tangerine is round and looks like Jiang Jiang’s little face.

"I specially give two baskets of tangerines to Sheng Jingheng."

"I understand."

"What are you standing there for?"

"I will go right away, Your Majesty, please calm down."

The Imperial Kitchen's chief steward trotted off to deliver the tangerines, the first batch of autumn tribute tangerines, so precious. The Empress Dowager sent a basket, while the Empress's palace only sent eight...

Why did the emperor reward Lord Sheng with two baskets at once?

Inside the hall, Xuan Ling reluctantly ate a few dishes, then felt a splitting headache and put his hands on his temples.

"Your Majesty, are you having a headache? I will call Judge Wu right away."

After a cup of tea, Judge Wu arrived and reported after making a diagnosis:

"Your Majesty is uneasy, and has a headache caused by catching a cold. I will first use golden needles to relieve your headache, and then give you a decoction to dispel the cold and soothe your nerves."

Late at night, in the back hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Eunuch Fu was keeping watch on the ground beside the dragon bed.

I heard the emperor mumbling in his sleep.

"Yanyan, Yanyan, don't go..."

Eunuch Fu stood up and covered Xuan Ling with the bright yellow brocade quilt that had been kicked away, and Xuan Ling woke up alertly.

"Your Majesty, it's the servant."

The emperor's eyes were wet, and Eunuch Fu couldn't bear to watch.

"Your Majesty, when the Concubine Chen left, she wished the Emperor a long life. You must take care of yourself."

Xuan Ling stood up and sat beside the dragon couch.

In just a few days, his originally angular face became even more sharp and cold.

In my mind is what Sheng Xiyan said:

Your Majesty and I are unable to communicate with each other spiritually and emotionally, and we are unable to be in harmony with each other.

Xuan Ling sneered. Love is the hardest to force. Sheng Xiyan might have tried her best, but in the end she found out that she still didn't love him, so she decided to leave.

It's just his wishful thinking.

Sadly, I know that there are three thousand diseases in life and old age, but only lovesickness cannot be cured.

That night, Sheng Jingheng arrived at Hanyu Temple very late, in order to avoid being discovered by Thanos.

The general was in very good spirits and was taking the boys and girls, both young and old, to learn martial arts in the yard.

"uncle!"

Sheng Jingheng just walked in and saw two baskets of tribute oranges. He asked confidently,

"Is this given to the baby by the emperor?"

Ruan Niang came out, picked up the fruit basket, and asked in surprise,

"General, how did you know?"

"Isn't that simple? Anything bestowed by the Emperor will have a yellow ribbon."

Sheng Jingheng smiled and said, "General Jiang is really smart. The emperor asked him to come here."

Inside the house, everyone tasted the tribute oranges.

Mother Sheng said happily:

"Married couples quarrel at one end of the bed and make up at the other. The emperor is concerned about you and Jiangjiang and will come to pick you up soon."

Sheng Xiyan smiled faintly. The sweet and sour juicy tangerines satisfied her appetite during her pregnancy.

I wonder what that dragon is doing?

Are you entangled in the poems and songs of Mi'er?

Suddenly, Jiang Jiang burst into tears.

Everyone asked, "Jiang Jiang, what's wrong?"

Sheng Xiyan hugged him, touched his head and said:

"Baby, you miss your father, don't you?"

Jiang Jiang, still with the tangerine in his mouth, sobbed:

"I want to sleep with my father and tell me stories... wuwuwu..."

Sheng Xiyan coaxed gently:

"Then why don't you follow your uncle back to the city early in the morning and visit your father at the palace?"

"Is it okay, Mother?"

"Mother agreed. You left the palace that day without saying goodbye to your father. He must have been very worried about you."

"Yes, I have a lot to say to Father."

In order to rush to the palace early in the morning, the little guy obediently crawled into bed and went to sleep.

"Uncle, please wake me up when you leave. Don't forget me!"

"Don't worry, uncle knows."

At three o'clock the next morning, Sheng Jingheng picked up the little girl who was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping soundly and got on the carriage back to the city.

Before the morning court session, Xuan Ling washed and changed his clothes and walked from the back hall to the front hall.

Hearing the children's cries,

"Father! Father!"

His heart skipped a beat and he walked out with big strides.

Sure enough, I saw a little boy with a bun on his head and wearing a blue robe running towards me.

She rushed in front of him, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Father! Do you miss your baby?"

The voice was so beautiful that Xuan Ling wanted to cry.

Because I felt so wronged, the words I said had a different meaning.

"Didn't you leave? How come you came back?"

The tone was too majestic. If it were in the past, Jiang Jiang would definitely not be afraid, but after leaving the palace once, he still couldn't figure out whether his mother wanted to leave the palace on her own or was driven out by his father, and he felt afraid and lost.

He lowered his head, turned around and walked out.

After walking a few steps, I heard a voice behind me.

"stop."

Xuan Ling walked up to Jiang Jiang in two or three steps, and seeing the little guy with his head hanging down, he felt very distressed.

He stretched out his slender arms and said softly:

"Baby, let father hug you."

Jiang Jiang threw himself into his arms and was picked up.

The little fellow hugged Xuan Ling's neck tightly and cried:

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