On the full moon banquet for her child, the devastating news arrived that her husband had died on the battlefield. Sheng Xiyan fell into the abyss.
The prince's mansion bullied the orphan...
Eunuch Fu woke up with a start and said sleepily, "Wait a moment, I'll go try it first. If I knock on the door and there's no response, then you must not disturb the emperor's rest. If the emperor responds, then you can report back."
"Thank you, eunuch."
Eunuch Fu walked over and knocked gently on the palace door. After a long time, there was no movement from inside.
"The Emperor has gone to bed. Let's wait until tomorrow morning."
"good."
In the Yangxin Palace, on the wide couch of Arhat, Xuan Ling was half leaning on the back of the couch, hugging Sheng Xiyan tightly.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and before they knew it, they both fell asleep together.
There was a finished chess game on the table, with the black piece winning by a narrow margin, having only won by one piece.
Sheng Xiyan seemed to feel uncomfortable in her sleep and turned her body slightly.
Xuan Ling felt her movement, so he reached out and pulled her into his arms, wrapped his long arms around her from behind, and continued to fall asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, the palace was awakened by the first rays of sunlight early in the morning.
This time of day is also a paradise for living things. Cats, sparrows and other small animals move freely in the corners of the palace, adding vitality and vigor to the solemn red walls and glazed tiles.
The faint light of morning light filtered through the soft gauze windows of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, gently spreading on the bright yellow couch, as if covering the entire room with a layer of golden gauze.
Sheng Xiyan moved her body slightly and wanted to turn over, but suddenly she felt her body was tightly clamped, making her unable to move.
She was startled and opened her eyes quickly, only to find herself lying in a man's warm arms.
The scene of last night gradually emerged in her mind. When she and Xuan Ling were waiting for news, they played a few games of chess, then sat there chatting and fell asleep unknowingly.
At this moment, Xuan Ling slowly opened his eyes. Sheng Xiyan's heart instantly rose to her throat. She closed her eyes in panic and pretended to be still asleep.
Xuan Ling did not move at all, but just stared quietly at the beauty in his arms with his deep and fiery eyes.
The delicate beauty is sleeping, and she feels surprised that her spring clothes are stained with snow.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a dancing butterfly; her rosy lips were as moist and attractive as cherries, which aroused a strong desire in his heart and made him want to take a bite.
Sheng Xiyan was puzzled. He was clearly awake, so why was he motionless? What was he doing?
Are you looking at her? This is too embarrassing. How does her face look after a night's sleep? Is it dull? Her hair must be messed up.
She quietly moved her face towards his chest, and with her small hands she gently pulled his robe on his chest to cover her face.
Xuan Ling reached out and stroked her hair, lowered his head and asked, "Yan Yan, are you sleeping soundly in my arms?"
The beauty hummed softly, not knowing how beautiful she looked curled up in his arms.
Her body is soft, fleshy yet bony, with a slender waist and plump, upright breasts that complement each other.
It made him feel extremely fascinated and had an urge to touch it.
Didn't he know the emperor was sensitive? Her pink fingertips danced lightly like elves, gently sliding across his broad chest. Qi Yan used to be unable to tolerate this move, and he would jump like he was electrocuted every time.
Xuan Ling suppressed the throbbing, and the tips of his ears gradually became red and swollen.
Did she fall in love with him?
He wanted to wait until she was truly willing to be with her, rather than committing herself to him just to survive.
Sheng Xiyan was puzzled. The emperor was indeed an emperor, with extraordinary patience. Her little hand quietly reached into the collar of the bright yellow crossed ancient satin, and was suddenly held tightly.
The voice was gentle and hoarse, "Yan Yan, you..."
Xuan Ling wanted to deceive herself that he was the emperor and could give her wealth and a noble and respectable position, so she should have fallen in love with him.
But he could clearly remember the several times she cried, and the fact that the only thing she took with her when she escaped the day before was the jade that Qi Yan had given her.
Such a sentimental woman would not fall in love with another man so quickly.
But he longed for her heart and wanted a love that was mutual.
He asked in a deep voice: "Yan Yan, did you spend the night hugging Qi Yan?"
Sheng Xiyan took a deep breath. Of course, it happened. Which man or woman in love hasn’t had this experience?
That was when Qi Yan took her to the beach to watch the sunrise. They sat together in each other's arms on the beach all night and didn't feel tired at all.
When the sun rose from the sea early in the morning, Qi Yan excitedly woke her up, "Ayan, look, the sun is out!"
"Wow, it's so beautiful, Ayan. This is the first time we watch the sunrise together."
Qi Yan hugged her tightly and said affectionately, "We will have countless firsts in the future."
The two slowly approached each other, hugging and kissing.
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"No, Ah Yan is very busy, and I also have to help my brother and sister-in-law take care of the medicine shop, so we don't have many opportunities to meet."
Sheng Xiyan lied with open eyes, and told white lies. There are some things that must never be admitted and the truth must never be told.
She climbed up from his arms, leaned on his shoulders, and said softly:
"Your Majesty, I am very happy to have the experience of spending the night in your arms. I know that your arms must have been numb last night, but you still held me tightly. I want to tell you that I am fortunate to be able to enter the palace and become your wife."
There were no fancy or exaggerated words in her words, but they successfully soothed the doubts and sadness in his heart.
Xuan Ling was deeply moved. He gently stroked her neck, rested his head on her temple, and snuggled up to her quietly.
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