A thousand years later.

Outside the Zixi Palace, auspicious clouds are swirling.

Emperor Xuanxi waved his sleeves, and the white jade table was filled with fine liquor.

The immortals sat down and discussed the plan to defeat the demons.

In the garden, the peonies quietly peeked out, their petals still covered with morning dew.

"Wow, so many gods..."

The peony flowers swayed gently, and I watched the red-robed Chiyao Immortal floating past.

"If only I could transform, I could travel around with the Emperor..."

Immortal Chi Yao paused, and glanced at the flower pot with a cold and beautiful look:

"How dare you, a mere flower fairy, criticize the immortals?"

Her fingertips shone with cold light, "Since you are so restless, why don't you..."

"Wait a minute, Immortal." Emperor Xuanxi's mount, White Tiger Star Lord, his eyes gleaming like lightning. "The Emperor invites you."

Chi Yao snorted coldly and walked away.

The peony flower shrank its leaves and muttered softly: "Why are you so fierce? Humph..."

A few hours later.

The peony flower dozed off in the flowerpot. In her dream, she had turned into a human form and was pulling Emperor Xuanxi's sleeve and acting coquettishly.

Suddenly a fragrant breeze blew over, she opened her "eyes", and saw Xuan Xi sending the fairies out.

"Emperor," the Chiyao Immortal said softly, "this peony is so lovely. Could you give it to me to take back to Penglai?"

The peony immediately raised its leaves and said, "Who do you think you are? I am the Emperor's flower! Are you worthy?"

She shook the branches vigorously, "Emperor, hug me, kiss me, I want to transform quickly to accompany you!"

The Emperor heard her inner thoughts and suppressed a fleeting smile with his thin lips.

The Immortal Chi Yao also heard the flower's language, and a cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes: "How dare you!"

A red thread flew out from her sleeve and went straight for the white jade flowerpot.

"Stop!" The Emperor raised his hand to block the killing move, his tone turning cold, "It's not someone else's turn to deal with my flowers."

The peonies suddenly blossomed into dazzling glory.

The girl's face that emerged from the pistil was exactly the same as Sheng Xiyan's.

The Immortal Chi Yao showed jealousy and hatred on his face and left in anger.

The peony flower shook its bud proudly, but did not notice the deep worry in Xuanxi's eyes when he looked at her.

...

Xuan Ling sat up from the dragon bed in shock, his chest feeling extremely hot.

He ripped open his clothes, and the dragon pattern reflected was exactly the same as the blood pattern between the emperor's eyebrows in his dream.

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Fu came in holding a gilded basin. "Are you awake?"

Xuan Ling stood up suddenly and overturned the medicine cup on the table.

In the broken porcelain pieces, he saw his pale reflection gradually overlapping with the emperor in his dream.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance floated outside the window, and a dew-covered peony flew in through the window and landed in his palm.

How could there be such a real dream?

Xuan Lingsifu probably missed Sheng Xiyan too much, which was why he had such a fantastic dream.

"What time is it?"

He took the ginseng soup presented by Eunuch Fu.

"Your Majesty, you have been in a coma for two days. It is now past noon."

Xuan Ling felt dry in the mouth and drank several cups of soup in succession.

"How is the Marquis' Mansion these days?"

Eunuch Fu understood and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, rest assured. Commander Lin is guarding the place with his men. Madam Sheng is very safe, and she has not held a wedding with Marquis Wu'an."

Judge Wu checked the pulse and made a thorough diagnosis before respectfully saying:

"The Emperor's pulse is recovering faster than expected. He only needs to rest for another half month and he will be back to health."

"Another half month?"

How could Xuan Ling wait for half a month to see Sheng Xiyan again? He knew that if she was summoned to the palace, she would refuse to come, so he had to go to see her.

Judge Wu said, "At least ten days. During these ten days, the emperor should rest in bed."

"Go and have the left and right prime ministers and the nine-gate governor come to see me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After listening to the report for an hour, Xuan Ling was too tired to bear it anymore and waved his hand.

"I will take my leave."

Eunuch Fu helped him lie down and said, "Your Majesty should rest and recuperate."

A palace maid came in to report, "Your Majesty, the Concubine Shu requests an audience."

"not see."

Concubine Shu was pacing outside the palace, carrying a food box.

She had been unable to figure out the arranged marriage in the first place, and now there was a scandal that Sheng Xiyan caused Emperor Xuanwu to vomit blood, and the Queen Mother failed to execute her.

Is Qi Yan and Sheng Xiyan's marriage still possible? What does Emperor Xuanwu think?

If Qi Yan disobeyed the emperor's will, she and the Prince of E's Mansion would be in trouble. How could Concubine Shu not be worried?

"Empress Shufei, the emperor has gone to bed and won't see anyone."

Concubine Shu held Hongxiu's hand and left the Yangxin Palace, feeling worried and uneasy.

"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the Emperor is still reluctant to part with the Sheng family. I'm afraid the Marquis's marriage will have to be cancelled."

Concubine Shu sighed and said:

"Canceling the marriage is a small matter. I'm afraid that Ayan will force his way in and anger the Emperor.

Go back quickly. I will write a letter and you must deliver it to the Marquis' Mansion immediately."

The next day, in the bamboo garden, Jiang Jiang was holding two snow-white little rabbits, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing:

"Grandma, uncle is so nice. He even remembered that I like bunnies!"

He rubbed the rabbit's soft fur.

"But... I still want a Chow Chow, a Pekingese, and a black cat. My father wanted to bring them over, but my mother said no..."

Mother Sheng's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly pulled Ruan Niang up: "Let's go to the bamboo garden."

In the Zhuyuan study, Sheng Xiyan was flipping through a stack of yellowed pulse records.

The swaying bamboo shadows outside the window cast mottled light and shadows on her beautiful profile.

"Daughter!" Sheng's mother pushed the door open and walked in. "What on earth are you thinking?"

Ruan Niang followed closely behind and said anxiously:

"Xi Yan, rumors are spreading throughout the capital that Concubine Chen is marrying Marquis Wu'an. The Emperor is so merciful that he has allowed your family of three to be reunited..."

Mother Sheng sighed: "I don't know what the emperor means. He said he doesn't care and sent someone to save us.

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