Xuan Ling snorted coldly. Sheng Xiyan was afraid that this meal would turn into a Hongmen Feast, so she had to use her trump card and shook his neck coquettishly: "Oh, I feel dizzy, I feel so uncomfortable..."

He started to hum.

Xuan Ling's heart softened when she rubbed him, his expression relaxed, and he kissed her face: "Is this better?"

Sheng Xiyan lay in his arms tenderly: "Yeah, much better."

Xuan Ling scooped a spoonful of cordyceps and black chicken soup and blew it: "Jiang Jiang, your father will get married in the future."

Jiang Jiang asked excitedly, "Father, who are you going to marry?"

Qi Yan felt bitter in his heart, but he forced a smile, "Father doesn't know yet, we'll talk about it later."

After finally finishing lunch, Qi Yan respectfully said, "I will take my leave."

"Marquis Wu'an, I'd like to trouble you to go to the imperial kitchen after the morning court to prepare meals for the imperial concubine."

"I obey your command."

Outside the palace, Le Wen called out, "General!" Xuan Ling waved his hand, "Go play."

The hall was empty, and the scent of agarwood wafted from the gilded dragon and phoenix incense burner.

Sheng Xiyan said nothing and closed her eyes.

Xuan Ling pinched her chin and kissed her lips domineeringly, "What? You just met your ex-husband and you're already mad at me?"

"Your Majesty is annoying. I'm clearly feeling so miserable, yet you still have the mind to dwell on these things. Humph."

Xuan Ling kissed her and questioned,

"I meant well and sincerely wanted you to have an appetite. How can it still be my fault? As long as you don't feel guilty, what are you afraid of? Did your heart flutter again when you saw Qi Yan just now? Huh?"

"No!"

“I don’t believe it…”

Eunuch Fu came in to report, but seeing that the emperor and the imperial concubine were in a warm relationship, he did not dare to disturb them and waited respectfully by their side.

Seeing the emperor unbuttoning his plum-colored robe, he hurriedly and quietly withdrew.

He said to the Dali Temple Minister and Commander Xue, "Wait a moment, the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine have important matters to discuss."

But the news they came to report was not good news.

"Your Majesty, Miss Xue was poisoned and is mentally disturbed, so the interrogation has yielded no results. Her maid Lvwu committed suicide by hitting herself against a wall an hour ago."

No strong evidence was found in the case of the mandarin fish cloth strips and the arson of the Buddhist temple.

Sheng Xiyan was in a depressed mood. She counted on her fingers and realized that the prescription for treating the plague had been implemented for half a month and it was time to see results.

The fetal movements have been getting stronger recently, and she couldn't help but start to doubt the saying that 'the strange fetus touched the gods'.

"Xuan Lang, what exactly do you think I am pregnant with?"

Xuan Ling was reviewing a memorial from a local official, asking for instructions. "Your Majesty, I have sent you a basket of ostrich eggs. Please accept them."

The emperor wrote a line of words in a flamboyant style with a stroke of his brush: Stop sending me these useless things.

Sheng Xiyan shouted from the soft couch beside her, "Xuanlang, what are you saying about me being pregnant with three things?"

Xuan Ling put down the memorial and raised an eyebrow to tease her, "Maybe she's pregnant with three eggs? Dragon eggs?"

Dragon eggs? Sheng Xiyan muttered nervously, how do we hatch them?

Xuan Ling heard this and said, "Puff!"

He held his forehead with his hand and laughed out loud, then looked at Sheng Xiyan sitting on the couch, hugging her round belly, like a little fat chicken, no, a little fat phoenix, so round and chubby, she looked even more adorable.

The emperor laughed out loud for the first time in his life.

"What are you laughing at?! Annoying!"

"Annoying" has become Sheng Xiyan's catchphrase recently.

Xuan Ling stood up and sat next to her, stroking her pregnant belly and said with a smile: "What else can you be pregnant with? Naturally, it will be either a prince or a princess."

Sheng Xiyan said in a muffled voice, "Lingling, what if I really lay three eggs? What would you do?"

Xuan Ling raised his eyebrows and teased her, "Fry it and eat it."

"What did you say? Those are our children! You are such a heartless, cold-blooded father! Go away, go away! Don't touch me and the children!"

Sheng Xiyan lost her temper and overturned the low kang table, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound. She cried hysterically, feeling extremely indignant and aggrieved.

Frightened, Xuan Ling apologized hastily.

"I'm sorry, I was just joking.

Yanyan, don't be angry. Even if you lay three dragon eggs, don't be afraid. I will hatch them like chicks.

Just imagine how I hatch dragon eggs..."

A picture appeared in Sheng Xiyan's mind: Xuan Ling was sitting on the dragon egg, looking depressed and helpless, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You said it, you hatched it."

"Yes, you went through ten months of hardship during your pregnancy. I will take care of the child. You don't have to worry about anything. Are you not angry anymore?"

As the two chatted and laughed, Eunuch Fu ran in, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Minister of Honglu Temple and the Prefect are here to report."

Their coming together must be related to the progress of the epidemic.