"Princess, how long will it take for the Emperor to fall in love with you?"

Princess Xueqiong smiled slightly, stretched out her wrist, and revealed a red peach blossom Gu.

The poisonous insect appeared and disappeared on her fair skin, as if it was jumping.

She whispered, "Why rush? It only takes three steps to make the noble emperor obsessed with me. Just watch carefully."

The two maids looked at each other and dared not say anything.

That night, candlelight flickered in the Yangxin Palace.

Sheng Xiyan lay on the dragon couch, secretly observing Xuan Ling.

As usual, he gently took off her coat: "Yanyan, are you still angry about the dinner?"

Sheng Xiyan didn't answer, but just snorted softly.

Xuan Ling buried his head in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her unique body fragrance.

Since she became pregnant, Sheng Xiyan no longer used tuberose, but instead exuded a more alluring fragrance.

His thin lips slid across her icy skin, causing her to moan softly.

He slowly helped her lie down, propped up her arms, and carefully... fearing that he would not be able to control the desire to climb mountains and cross seas.

Sheng Xiyan seemed to be struck by a blow, and tearfully asked him, "Are you no longer interested in me? Are you no longer fascinated by me?"

Xuan Ling laughed, grabbed her earlobe, and whispered, "Silly girl, how easy do you think it is for me to endure? And you're still yelling like that?"

Sheng Xiyan bit her red lips and sobbed, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Xuan Ling served her carefully until she was exhausted and fell into a slumber.

Beads of sweat trickled down his muscular chest.

He stroked her wet hair with his fingertips and whispered, "Are you pregnant? That's why you're so sentimental and imagining all sorts of things?"

But I am extremely happy that Yanyan cares about me so much.

Afraid that Sheng Xiyan would catch a cold, he put on her nightgown before lying down.

Suddenly I felt a burning itch behind my ear, so I reached out to scratch it, but there was no pimple.

At three o'clock in the morning, Sheng Xiyan was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard Xuan Ling talking in his sleep.

Her eyes snapped open and she leaned closer to hear what he was saying.

Normally, he would wake up if she moved, but tonight he was sleeping soundly.

Her eyes moved under her eyelids, and a few words escaped her thin lips: "Xue Qiong, Xue Qiong..."

After Sheng Xiyan heard it clearly, she pushed him away, but he didn't wake up.

On normal days, he would wake up immediately and ask her, "What's wrong, baby? Are you feeling unwell?"

Sheng Xiyan turned around, hugged her arms tightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her nose.

Her feeling was not wrong. Xuan Ling was indeed fascinated by Xue Qiong's dancing at the banquet.

She used to be able to dance gracefully, but what about now?

The waist is gone, the figure is gone, only the face is still acceptable.

He was the emperor and was used to seeing so many beautiful women. Naturally, he was tired of her and his eyes were elsewhere.

Sheng Xiyan felt so cold, her heart filled with helplessness and grievance.

Why do women want to have children?

You can’t do this, you can’t do that. In order to protect the fetus, there are all kinds of taboos. The ten months are extremely long.

It’s only been six months now, and I still have four more months to go.

She had given birth before and knew that the confinement period after giving birth was endless.

But what about men? It seems that nothing affects them.

Early in the morning, Xuan Ling got up and felt that although he had slept well, he was tired all over and his head still hurt a little.

Seeing that Sheng Xiyan was still sleeping, he didn't dare to disturb her. He tucked in the quilt gently, quietly left the back hall, went to the front hall to wash and change clothes, and prepare for the morning court.

When changing clothes before the morning court session, his fingers unconsciously stroked the dragon-patterned cuffs that Xue Qiong had touched when she toasted.

In the Yangxin Palace, it was almost noon when Sheng Xiyan woke up.

Huaxia and Meixiang helped her wash up and saw the dark circles and swollen eyelids on her face.

"My lady, what's wrong with you? Did you cry last night?"

Hua Xia saw the red marks on Sheng Xiyan's neck, chest and back. These were all signs of love. The emperor should coax the queen.

Sheng Xiyan lazily leaned on the chaise longue, with her face smeared with rouge, and sighed: "Women, never believe in love."

Hua Xia and Mei Xiang were stunned. "Your Majesty, the Emperor treats you so well that he's afraid you'll melt in his mouth and drop you in his palm. How kind! Before he went to the morning court, he even personally ordered your meals for you when you wake up."

Sheng Xiyan caressed her pregnant belly. She had cried enough. For the sake of the child, this was it. If he really changed his mind, I would leave.

Being pregnant is tiring enough, and I don't have the energy to compete for favor.

Anyway, among the three children, one will be a prince. Once he is born, she will have hope in the harem in the future. She can worry about the rest later.

If it really doesn't work, I won't serve you anymore and will leave the palace.

Anyway, she won't beg for mercy after a man changes his mind.

At noon, Xuan Ling walked into the Yangxin Palace with square steps.

Sheng Xiyan was holding a book in her hand and didn't even look at him.

After washing his hands, Xuan Ling sat beside her, put his arms around her waist and stroked it gently.

Under normal circumstances, when the two of them were separated for a few hours, they would definitely be intimate, but now one of them was touching the other, and the other had no reaction and even hid to the side of the couch.

Xuan Ling bit her ear and whispered, "Yan Yan, are you still angry? I'll come back to accompany you as soon as I'm done. Why don't you give me a smile?"

He snatched the book from her hand and held her face to kiss her.

Sheng Xiyan pushed him with her fair and tender little hand and said calmly, "Stop messing around. I want to read."

Xuan Ling was relentless and touched her tender and tempting lips, and his jade ring slipped into her lotus-embroidered brocade clothes.

Sheng Xiyan put her hands on his face, wanting to give him two hard slaps.

But he held back, he was the emperor, and the quality of her and her children's lives depended on him.

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