Sheng Xiyan stood up coldly, "Ayan, I won't be with you. Take good care of Jiang Jiang, I'm leaving."

Qi Yan burst into tears and hugged her from behind: "Ayan, I just want to be with you."

Sheng Xiyan burst into tears and sobbed softly. A voice in her heart was struggling. Should she be with Qi Yan? No, Qi Yan deserves a woman who loves him wholeheartedly. This is not fair to him.

Cruelly prying his hands apart, "Ayan, take care."

"Mother!"

Jiang Jiang rubbed his eyes, stood up and called out, "Mother? Mother, are you here?"

The little dumpling jumped off the bed, ran down and held her hand.

Sheng Xiyan held Jiang Jiang in her arms and gently stroked his head: "Baby, mother will come to pick you up later."

Jiang Jiang heard this and burst into tears: "Doesn't my mother want me anymore? I want to be with her... I can protect her..."

Sheng Xiyan's heart ached. How could she not take her son with her? She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, mother will take you with her."

"Fly? How to fly?" Jiang Jiang wiped away tears and asked curiously.

In the courtyard, Sheng Xiyan stretched out his hand and conjured up a gourd, which gradually grew bigger.

Jiang Jiang got on and shouted excitedly, "Father, Mom and I are leaving!"

Qi Yan was extremely shocked. He helped Jiang Jiang dress and put on a thick cloak.

I also ordered another peony cloak for Sheng Xiyan. Ah Yan, I made this cloak when winter came. I didn’t expect that I could actually tie it for you with my own hands.

Sheng Xiyan stroked the warm cloak and said with a smile, "Ayan, how many days did you spend on the mountain before hunting this ferret? I like it very much. Thank you."

Qi Yan hugged her and whispered, "Ayan, are you really not going to take me with you?"

Sheng Xiyan didn't say anything, but she felt her eyes uncontrollably streaming with tears.

In the darkness of night, she flew out of the mansion with Hua Xia and Jiang Jiang.

Qi Yan stood in the yard, mouth wide open, in disbelief.

Sheng Xiyan sent him a message: "Ayan, live well, I will contact you in a while. Don't worry about me and Jiang Jiang, I have magic power."

Qi Yan twisted his arm hard to make sure it was not a dream.

He paced in the yard, his mind full of four words - unbelievable.

Did Ayan’s last sentence mean that she has magical powers?

Several myths and legends came to mind. Could it be that Ah Yan was a divine being who had transcended tribulation, not a mortal? So, did he have magical powers now?

Imperial Palace.

Xuan Ling turned over on the dragon bed and heard a loud noise coming from outside.

"What's all the commotion?"

Eunuch Fu hurried in and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, there's been a fire in Yongshou Palace. Fortunately, no one was living there, so no one was hurt."

Xuan Ling slowly stood up, walked to the bed, and pushed open the carved red window.

In the distance, thick smoke billowed from the direction of Yongshou Palace, and flames illuminated half the sky red.

Because Yongshou Palace is close to Yangxin Palace, a burnt smell can be smelled in the air.

"Let Commander Xue check if there are any abnormalities elsewhere in the palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eunuch Fu accepted the order and withdrew.

Xuan Ling stood by the window, his dark brows slightly furrowed, his eyes looking deeply in the direction of Yongshou Palace.

This palace was originally the new palace he gave to Sheng Xiyan to live in, and yesterday he gave it to Xue Qiong to live in.

Now it has been reduced to ashes in a fire.

"Is this retribution?" he murmured to himself, jokingly saying, "It's better to burn it."

I had always felt uncomfortable letting Xue Qiong live in Yongshou Palace, but I couldn't explain why.

Now that the palace was burned down, he felt relieved.

When the Yongshou Palace caught fire, the entire palace came out to watch the excitement, except for the Guanju Palace which remained calm.

Meixiang and other palace maids were put under a sleeping spell by Sheng Xiyan and were sleeping soundly.

Xuan Ling couldn't sleep and paced in the hall.

His eyes swept across the gold-threaded rosewood drawer, which opened as if by magic, and what came into view was a scroll.

He unfolded the scroll, and the woman in the painting was incredibly beautiful, with a bright smile.

"Is it Concubine Chen?"