As dusk fell, silver candles burned brightly in the warm room of Guanju Palace.

The small clothes that Gao Guiyi brought covered the entire couch, and Concubine Lin was holding up tiger-head shoes to tease Jiang Jiang.

"The Imperial Concubine gave birth to three babies. It would be great if we could take care of them together."

Sheng Xiyan leaned against the soft pillow and watched them vying to be her godmother.

Jiang Jiang patted his chest and said, "When my younger brothers and sisters are born, I will teach them to read and write, and practice martial arts and sword skills!" This made the whole room full of laughter.

At nightfall, Xuan Ling came to Guanju Palace to pick up Sheng Xiyan and Jiang Jiang to return to Yangxin Palace.

"Xuan Lang, how about staying here tonight?" Sheng Xiyan raised her head and rubbed his palm. "We had many wonderful times here..."

"I'll listen to you." Xuan Ling's fingertips were entwined with a strand of her black hair.

The night wind blew through the hall, causing the candlelight to flicker and casting a gentle shadow between his brows.

"Yanyan, Yongshou Palace has been renovated. There's a hot spring there now..."

Sheng Xiyan grabbed his collar and asked guiltily, "Xuanlang, do you... do you know who set fire to Yongshou Palace?"

Xuan Ling bit her cheek, "Who else could it be? Of course it was my beloved baby who put it there. Yanyan was really jealous at that time."

Sheng Xiyan was surprised. "Ah, so you knew it all along? I was a little impulsive."

Xuan Ling rubbed her head. "It's my fault, not yours. Don't blame yourself. It's more beautiful now than before. I'll take you and Jiang Jiang to visit it tomorrow."

Sheng Xiyan snuggled into his arms, "Xuanlang, how come you are so broad-minded? You never say it's my fault... Oh, right, you did say it before, saying that I was stubborn and didn't discuss it with you."

Xuan Ling's eyes were gloomy, and his nose was close to hers. "I was wrong before. From now on, if anything makes you unhappy, it will be my fault."

"Won't that spoil me?"

"I just want to pamper you, only you."

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the glazed tiles of Yongshou Palace reflected a colorful halo.

Xuan Ling took her hand and walked past the newly planted crabapple trees. When they pushed open the carved door, what came into view was a palace that was even more magnificent and luxurious than Guanju Palace.

The most eye-catching thing is that there are three golden nanmu cradles lined up side by side in the hall, with jade bells hanging on the top and tiger skin mattresses already laid out.

Sheng Xiyan was not in a good mood and pouted.

"Yanyan, why are you unhappy?" Xuan Ling suddenly pushed her against the antique shelf and kissed her until her lips turned rosy red.

"Nothing." Sheng Xiyan shook her head, hesitating to speak.

At lunchtime, she was still in a bad mood.

"Have another sip of fish soup."

"I can't drink anymore."

Xuan Ling suppressed his laughter, guessing why she was unhappy, and kissed her fair neck, causing her to tremble with a moan.

"Baby, are you disappointed? Are you worried that after you give birth, I'll have to carry you to Yongshou Palace? Actually, you'd rather stay in Yangxin Palace, right?"

Sheng Xiyan said stubbornly: "No, it's not."

But the tears "plop" fell on the back of his hand.

The two of them had been in close contact in the Yangxin Palace for more than half a year and had become accustomed to it.

Xuan Ling held her on his lap, "Husband knows that Yanyan can't bear to leave husband and wants to be with husband forever, right?"

"Well, I want to see you the first thing when you come back from work. I know I shouldn't stick to you, but I can't control it." Sheng Xiyan wiped her tears in his arms.

Xuan Ling sighed softly and kissed away the salty taste in the corners of her eyes: "Yan Yan, Yang Xin Palace will always have half of you."

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is a solemn place where the emperor handles government affairs, and he actually said that it is half of hers?

Xuan Ling pressed her small hand against his chest and said, "You can give birth in Yangxin Palace. After the children are born, place them in the West Warm Pavilion first. When they are older, you can move them to Yongshou Palace. Is that okay?"

Suddenly, he changed to a low voice and said, "Baby, you must sleep next to my pillow forever."

Sheng Xiyan looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, why did you change your name?..."

Xuan Ling held her earlobe in his mouth and whispered, "I am your husband. I always remember what you said before - fairness, so naturally we should address each other equally, right?"

Sheng Xiyan nodded happily and bit his Adam's apple: "Husband, good husband...you must love me forever."

"Forever and ever, I will only love my precious Yanyan."

The spring breeze passed through the twelve glazed windows, bringing the oath into the fragrance of flowers in the room.

Outside the hall, Jiang Jiang was chasing a Chow Chow, a Pekingese and a hound. The cries of the three little guys mixed with the spring breeze could be heard from far away.

The next day, at noon.

The morning light filtered in through the twelve silk curtains, and Sheng Xiyan was curled up deep in the dragon bed.

The moment she turned over, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen like a knife. The pain made her open her eyes suddenly - her pregnant belly was wriggling strangely, as if there were small animals fighting inside.

She reached out and swept the teacup off the table. The sound of the celadon shattering startled the birds outside the hall.

Hua Xia rushed in, holding up her skirt, and saw Sheng Xiyan's face was as pale as paper.

"I'm about to give birth, please inform the Emperor..."

"Aunt Mingyue, the queen is about to give birth!" Hua Xia called out in a shrill voice, her voice crackling.

The copper basin in Meixiang's hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and the dew used for washing soaked the Persian carpet.

Mingyue immediately ordered the two guards, "Hurry up and run to the Golden Throne Hall to inform the Emperor."

"Go and call the midwife."

"Go to the Imperial Hospital and find Judge Wu."

"Prepare hot water! Quick!"

After a cup of tea, a palace servant ran into the Imperial Hospital and said, "President Wu, the Imperial Concubine is about to give birth. Where is the baby?"

Doctor Wang came out and said, "Court Judge Wu broke his leg. He asked me to prepare medicine for the imperial concubine's delivery. I'll go."

In the Golden Palace, there are many state affairs to deal with today.

Xuan Ling was listening to the Ministry of Revenue's report on spring plowing when he suddenly saw Eunuch Fu stumble to the foot of the altar and say, "Your Majesty! The Imperial Concubine is about to give birth!"

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