Xuan Ling felt a little itchy behind his ear, but as soon as he put his hand to his ear, the itch disappeared.

Sheng Xiyan stretched out her hand and twisted his waist.

Xuan Ling said sternly and sternly, "Princess, you came to the Central Plains to marry for friendship. You are marrying into the royal family as a vassal state. As for who it is, you can only obey my decree."

Sheng Xiyan saw Xue Qiong trying to pull Xuan Ling's hand, and hurriedly cried out "Ouch", hugged Xuan Ling's neck, and snuggled into his arms.

Xuan Ling quickly put his arms around her, "Yan Yan, what's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Xue Qiong glanced at Sheng Xiyan with a sneer on her lips and a provocative look in her eyes.

He stood up and saluted, saying, "Your Majesty, Xue Qiong will take her leave first."

Sheng Xiyan was in Xuan Ling's arms, watching her leave the Yangxin Palace, "I will never let you take my man away from me!"

After leaving the Yangxin Palace, Princess Xueqiong raised her wrist. The peach blossom Gu under the golden bell bracelet was like a bright red cinnabar mole, emitting a strange light in the sunlight.

The corners of her lips curled up into a sneer, she looked back into the palace, and whispered, "My Lady, you won't be so proud for many days."

At night, in the Yangxin Palace, Sheng Xiyan was playing with Jiang Jiang on the Arhat couch.

When he looked up, he saw Xuan Ling picking up a long box, which contained the wolf-hair brush given by Xue Qiong.

He slowly took out the wolf-hair brush, held it in his hand and stared at it intently, his eyes deep, as if he was lost in some thought.

Sheng Xiyan's heart suddenly twitched, as if stabbed by something sharp.

Did he really change his mind? Otherwise, why would he stare at the gift Xue Qiong gave him for so long?

Her fingers trembled slightly and her eyes turned red instantly.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Jiang stretched out his little hand and caught a tear on Sheng Xiyan's lower eyelid, then shouted to Xuan Ling: "Father, mother is crying! Father, your baby is crying!"

Upon hearing the voice, Xuan Ling immediately threw down his wolf-hair brush, stood up from the throne, and walked over quickly.

Seeing Sheng Xiyan looking at him resentfully, as if he had made a huge mistake.

Xuan Ling's heart tightened. He sat down and held her in his arms, asking softly, "Yan Yan, what's wrong?"

Sheng Xiyan sobbed and cried sadly.

Since Jiang Jiang was present, she didn't dare to tell him about this bad thing, let alone ask Xuan Ling if he had really changed his mind.

She was afraid that he would reveal his true colors directly—"Yes, I like Xue Qiong."

In that case, how should she respond?

We can only try not to break this layer of window paper for now. If we don’t break it, there is still hope.

Xuan Ling felt a pang of sadness when he saw her crying so hard. He gently stroked her face and said, "Yan Yan, don't cry. I'm here."

Sheng Xiyan leaned in his arms, tears streaming down her face.

That night, when she went to the back hall, she smelled a fragrance that was different from usual.

"Aunt Mingyue, what kind of incense are you burning tonight?"

"In reply to your Majesty, the Emperor said he was tired of the goose pear incense he usually used in the tent, so he asked me to switch to agarwood."

Sheng Xiyan walked to the gilded incense burner and felt that the fragrance was somewhat familiar.

Whose fragrance was that? Thinking back to the day when Xueqiong came to Yangxin Palace and leaned against her intimately, it was this smell.

Her fists were clenched, the knuckles turning white, and her heart was burning with anger.

That’s great, the dragon is now fantasizing about that woman and is thinking about the smell of her body!

In a rage, Sheng Xiyan knocked over the incense burner.

The gilded incense burner fell heavily to the ground, and the Canaan incense spilled all over the ground, making the fragrance even stronger.

Sheng Xiyan was very emotional and felt nauseous due to the aroma, and she kept dry heaving.

Hua Xia came in with the golden bird's nest soup and saw Sheng Xiyan's eyes were red, her hands on the incense table, she was so angry that her whole body was shaking, and even her pregnant belly was shaking.

He quickly put down the bird's nest soup and ran over to hug her: "My Lady, are you okay?"

Sheng Xiyan leaned limply on her shoulder, retching non-stop, murmuring, "Hua Xia, I want to go back."

Hua Xia carefully helped her sit on the soft chair and coaxed her softly, "Your Majesty, the Emperor has gone to take a bath and will be back soon."

"I don't want to be here anymore." Sheng Xiyan said weakly, as if she was about to faint in the next second.

Hua Xia didn't dare to be stubborn and could only coax her: "My Queen, please take a break and let's go back to Guanju Palace, okay?"

Sheng Xiyan stood up and said firmly: "I'm leaving now."

Mingyue hurriedly stopped her: "Your Majesty, the Emperor will be back soon."

Sheng Xiyan was so excited that she yelled, "Go away! I want to go back to Guanju Palace. Who dares to stop me?"

At this time, Xuan Ling, wearing a bathrobe, hurriedly ran out of the flower hall.

Holding her shoulders, he asked with concern, "Yanyan, what's wrong?"

Sheng Xiyan looked at him with tears in her eyes and choked up, "Your Majesty, I want to go back to Guanju Palace to live. Please let me go."

Xuan Ling's dark eyes darkened, and he coaxed softly, "Yan Yan, it's getting late. You want to go back to Guan Ju Palace? I'll go with you tomorrow, okay?"

"I want to go back now and never stay here again!"

"What are you doing going to Guanju Palace so late?"

Sheng Xiyan glared at him as if he were an enemy, her snow-white cheeks flushed red with anger. She chuckled and said, "Why? Doesn't the emperor know?"

Xuan Ling frowned: "What do I know?"

Sheng Xiyan tried to move forward, but he held her back forcibly.

Xuan Ling coaxed in a low voice: "Okay, whatever you say is what it is. It's all my fault. Stop making trouble, okay?"

"Let me go!"

Sheng Xiyan struggled hard, but Xuan Ling didn't let go.

She lowered her head and bit his arm hard. The bathrobe was loose and her arm was exposed. Sheng Xiyan put all her anger into her teeth and bit hard, soon leaving a bleeding mark.

Xuan Ling frowned and endured it, only making a slight "uh" sound.

Ever since Sheng Xiyan became pregnant, the boss of the Yangxin Palace is no longer Emperor Xuanwu, but Sheng Xiyan, and everyone revolves around her joys and sorrows.

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