Xuan Ling gently stroked her temples, regretting that he had never let Sheng Xiyan call him husband in their past lives.

"Forget it, leaving some regrets is the greatest perfection."

He placed a final kiss on the beauty's hair, and when he stood up, the wide sleeves of his dragon robe brushed against her pillow, leaving behind a wisp of the fragrance of agarwood.

It was past five o'clock in the morning when Sheng Xiyan slowly woke up.

There were brisk footsteps in my ears, more than one or two.

At this time, inside and outside the Yangxin Palace, the palace servants were diligently wiping and sweeping.

Kneeling on the Panlong gold brick, he wiped it carefully with a soft cloth. It was so bright that it could reflect a person's reflection.

No one dared to enter the inner hall to disturb.

Sheng Xiyan stood up and saw that she was wearing a Ruyi eight-treasure soft smoke silk dress and a Luojing winding branch skirt.

It was the new underwear that Xuan Ling put on her.

Her delicate hands grasped the bright yellow brocade quilt as she looked toward the carved window, seemingly lost in thought, her dark brows slightly furrowed.

After the outer hall was cleaned up, silence returned.

Aunt Mingyue came in and said respectfully, "Madam, are you awake? I will help you wash and change your clothes."

Sheng Xiyan was slightly worried, "Where's the emperor?"

Mingyue came closer and lowered her voice.

"I forgot to tell you that the Emperor has recovered and went to the morning court at five in the morning.

When he left, he told his wife to wait for him in the palace after he returned from the morning court session."

Sheng Xiyan knew that although Xuan Ling's eye disease had been cured, the symptoms in his body were still there.

He was busy with state affairs, and usually accumulated too much anger in his chest, which was depressed. If it was not relieved, he would feel chest tightness and develop various diseases.

In the red lacquer tray was a dress embroidered with Shu brocade, which was too luxurious compared to the plain clothes Sheng Xiyan had worn a few days ago.

This complicated dress would take at least half a month to complete even if the clothing bureau worked all night long.

"My lady may not know that this embroidered dress was originally delivered the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Because the emperor thought the neckline was not perfect, he asked the historian to take it back for modification.

It’s a pity that when it was delivered, my wife had already left the palace.”

Sheng Xiyan stroked the gems and jade on her collar, seeming to be lost in thought.

After washing and changing clothes, when she was dressing up, Aunt Mingyue brought her jewelry and selected hairpins and rings.

Sheng Xiyan touched these familiar golden hairpins, jeweled hairpins, phoenix dances, jade bracelets...

Most of them were styles that Xuan Ling and she chose together. She had chosen butterfly jewelry patterns many times, but was rejected by Xuan Ling every time.

She didn't understand before, she just thought he might hate butterflies...

Now I understand that he is not disgusted by butterflies, but is afraid of their wings.

Her white and tender fingers rested on the golden moth-studded princess crown.

That day, when Xuan Ling was putting a flower crown on her, he threatened her, "Yan Yan, do you know the consequences of flying into the fire like a moth?"

After scaring her, he held her face and said lovingly, "Yanyan is my beloved little princess."

…

Sheng Xiyan thought for a long time and seemed to have made up his mind.

"I don't want anything else. I only want this tiara."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the morning court session, in the rear hall of the Golden Throne Hall.

On the Xuanling throne, Qi Yan was kneeling on the ground in court robes.

The king and his minister were both in a state of confusion.

Xuan Ling took a yellow scroll from the plate and held it in his hand as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Once this edict is issued, he and Sheng Xiyan will no longer have any relationship.

Yanyan, this is the happiness you want, and I will give it to you without hesitation.

He lowered the corners of his lips, closed his eyes, and threw the imperial edict in front of Qi Yan.

Qi Yan picked up the imperial edict with great trepidation and opened it carefully. When he saw the contents, a light flickered in his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

He bowed respectfully and said in a trembling voice:

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your great grace. Long live the emperor! Even if I die a thousand times, I cannot repay your kindness."

Qi Yan placed his hands on the ground and kowtowed ten times. When he looked up, there was blood on his forehead. The emperor on the throne had already left.

As the imperial carriage traveled from the Hall of Supreme Harmony back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, it was drizzling. Water vapor drifted from under the canopy, making the dragon robe seem to be immersed in a hazy mist.

Xuan Ling held the dragon-patterned armrest, sat upright, his brows furrowed like mountains, and his eyes unfocused.

The autumn air is floating in the air, and the drizzle is dripping slowly under the glazed tile eaves.

Sheng Xiyan sat beside the dragon couch, twirling the bodhi wood rosary in her hand.

I waited quietly for about an hour, but still nothing happened.

The imperial carriage stopped at the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The guards held up bright yellow brocade umbrellas and escorted the emperor into the palace.

Eunuch Fu and the palace maids took soft cloth and carefully wiped the rain off the dragon robe.

Xuan Ling's face was solemn as he faced the back hall.

Walk very slowly, very slowly.

Stop in the flower hall and take a deep breath.

Then, the hem of the black court robe with dragon pattern swept across the golden brick floor, and he walked into the back hall with an overwhelming momentum.

The morning light cast flickering shadows on his face, making his stunning features even more profound.

His eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, his eyes were like rippling autumn water, his lips were slightly pursed, and his appearance was extremely romantic, yet he had the natural sharpness of an emperor.

The twelve-tassel jade bead curtain swayed gently in front of his forehead, like a galaxy pouring down from the sky.

Sheng Xiyan saw a tall and slender man walk by and sit on the Panlong chair.

The hem of his court robe spread out like water, revealing his black boots embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns.

The maidservant came forward to straighten his clothes.

Xuan Ling waved his hand.

The palace maids bowed and retreated.

Sheng Xiyan took light steps forward, knelt down and said:

"I, the little monk, entered the palace without being summoned. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

His deep eyes cast on the half of her snow-white neck exposed by her collar.

"Sheng, you left Hanyu Temple without permission, and you should be punished.

Considering that you have taken good care of me these past few days and helped me recover, I will not pursue your crime."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The hall was silent, with only two people in it.

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