A minister who came to report was dragged out and beaten with twenty sticks for a minor mistake.

That night, Xuan Ling drank the medicine and felt tired and sleepy. He soon fell asleep and did not forget to put a jeweled dagger next to the jade pillow.

After taking a bath, Sheng Xiyan quietly walked to the dragon bed.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

There was no movement. She pinched his ear gently again, but there was no response. It was worth it that she added some calming ingredients to the medicine.

She rolled over him and moved to the inner side of the dragon bed.

Lying beside him, I scratched his face with my freshly washed hair.

"You are too anxious and upset. You should get some sleep."

The sleeping emperor had a frown on his face, and Sheng Xiyan placed her index finger between his eyebrows and gently smoothed them.

Asked quietly:

“Do you really miss me?

It turns out that we only regret when we lose something, and we only cherish what we can’t get.

You are right, I have no heart, in the temple, I did not miss you at all, it is true..."

Sheng Xiyan reached into the bright yellow quilt and pulled Xuan Ling's big hand to place it on her belly.

"Touch it, here are our children. How do you say we'll divide them up? Boys or girls?"

In the past two days, she was afraid that Xuan Ling would find out and didn't dare to get close to him. At the same time, she was reluctant to get close to him.

Today, knowing that he was thinking of her, her heart softened.

Recalling many things in the past, Xuan Ling had always taken good care of her since she entered the palace, and protected her even when they had quarrels.

Even after being driven out of the palace, he still gave her a string of Bodhi wood prayer beads for protection.

Sheng Xiyan pulled open his slender arms and snuggled into his arms.

Jiang Jiang is right, you really smell good. This is not only the embrace that the child longs for, but also the warmth and security that she misses.

But she never dared to think about it, for fear of falling into lovesickness.

Now that it’s in my arms, it would be a shame not to touch it.

The little hand slides towards the strong breast muscles. Hehehe, you don’t let me massage during the day, so I secretly touch them at night.