Sheng Xiyan ignored him and became angrier the more she thought about it. The emperor is the most powerful person in the palace, and he didn't even ask me to massage his feet. What gives you the right?

She kept massaging the Sanyinjiao acupoint, and soon Concubine Shu shouted, "Stop massaging! My feet are numb."

It would be strange if your feet don’t feel numb after massaging this acupoint.

Hongxiu came over and asked, "Are you okay, Madam?"

"Shake your feet for me, why are they so uncomfortable?"

The master and servant struggled for a while, and Concubine Shu didn't dare to let Sheng Xiyan massage anymore. She drove her away, saying, "Go back. Remember not to just focus on flirting with the emperor. Take good care of Jiang Jiang, and you will be worthy of A Yan."

Sheng Xiyan bowed and left the main hall. He went to the courtyard, picked up the watering can, washed his hands, and then left Zhongcui Palace.

Hua Xia said angrily: "We are all masters. Why does Concubine Shu order the young lady to give her a massage, and even make her kneel down and massage her feet? It's disgusting!"

Sheng Xiyan said, "I remember there are poinsettias in the north garden in front, right?"

“It seems so.”

The two went to the north garden, where there was a large patch of poinsettia. Sheng Xiyan deliberately touched the white juice of the poinsettia with her palm.

"My lady, what are you doing?! Didn't you tell me that poinsettia juice is poisonous?"

Sheng Xiyan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll control the amount well. A little bit of juice will only cause redness, not swelling or itching. I'll just not touch it when I get home."

Hua Xia wondered, "My lady, why did you make your hands red?"

"You'll know tonight. Go back."

Hua Xia thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized, "Oh right, the emperor will come to see me tonight, could it be..."

Sheng Xiyan made a hushing gesture.

As night falls, the lights come on.

A notice came from outside Guanju Palace: "The Emperor has arrived!"

Xuan Ling, dressed in a gorgeous dragon robe, slowly walked down from the imperial carriage. His handsome face looked even more handsome in the moonlight.

Three days have passed since I last parted with Sheng Xiyan in the Imperial Garden. My longing for her has become stronger and stronger, and I can't wait to see her.

When I walked into the yard, I only saw Jiang Jiang running around with a colorful windmill.

As soon as the little guy saw him, he immediately dropped the windmill in his hand and ran towards him happily.

Jiang Jiang stretched out his two little hands, tightly grasped his dragon robe, and mumbled that he wanted a hug.

Xuan Ling smiled slightly, picked him up gently with one hand and held him in his arms.

"Jiang Jiang, where is your mother?"

Jiang Jiang blinked his big eyes and answered in a baby voice: "Inside..."

"You can talk now, how sweet! Have you spoken to Lewen?"

When Lewen was mentioned, Jiangjiang's face broke into a huge smile, he giggled, and kicked his short legs excitedly.

Hua Xia and Mei Xiang stood at the entrance of the main hall and bowed respectfully, "We welcome the Emperor."

Xuan Ling frowned slightly, feeling confused.

Normally, Sheng Xiyan would always go out to greet him personally, so why wasn't she there today? Could something have happened?

Holding Jiang Jiang, he walked into the main hall.

Passing through the flower hall, what caught my eye was Sheng Xiyan lying on a soft brocade mattress with a graceful figure, seeming a little tired.

The beauty wore a moon-white silk bodice, a water-colored lotus leaf skirt, and a smoke-like gauze dress. She looked like a lotus blooming in clear water, gentle and tranquil.

Xuan Ling didn't call her, but slowly walked closer to see her more clearly. Her waist was as slender as flowing silk, her hair was in a bun, her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and her skin was as smooth as warm jade, with a soft and greasy glow.

Jiang Jiang excitedly shouted: "Mother...."

Sheng Xiyan slowly opened her eyes upon hearing the voice. Seeing the immortal man in front of her, she was surprised and said in a delicate voice, "Your Majesty? ...I was so sleepy I didn't hear the announcement from outside."

Xuan Ling put Jiang Jiang on the ground to play, sat down next to her, and asked in a gentle voice: "Yan Yan, are you feeling unwell? I see that you don't look well."

Sheng Xiyan shook her head and said weakly: "I am fine."

He took her hand and felt that her palm was a little hot. He looked down and saw that her originally white and tender palm was red.

He hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Sheng Xiyan covered it up and said, "It's nothing, Your Majesty, don't worry."

Hua Xia brought in some hot tea and carefully placed it on the low kang table.

Xuan Ling saw that Sheng Xiyan didn't say anything, as if she had something to hide, so she asked, "What happened to your young master's hand?"

Hua Xia said: "In reply to the emperor, the young lady has not had a good rest in the past few days and is exhausted.

This morning, after the whole palace paid their respects, Consort Shu asked the young lady to give her a massage. She made the young lady kneel on the floor for a full hour and even asked the young lady to massage her feet.

Xuan Ling was furious when he heard this, "How can this be? Concubine Shu is becoming even more unreasonable. Someone come here."

Eunuch Fu rushed in and asked, "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

Xuan Ling said sternly, "You go to Zhongcui Palace in person and tell Concubine Shu that if she feels unwell in the future, she should seek treatment from the imperial physician and not burden Sheng Chongyuan with the burden. Also, have her go to the Buddhist temple and kneel down to read Buddhist scriptures for two hours."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will go to Zhongcui Palace immediately."

Xuan Ling looked at his red palm with a face full of pity. He gently stroked Sheng Xiyan's knee and asked softly, "Does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

Sheng Xiyan pursed her lips, tears of grievance welling up in her eyes, but she still shook her head stubbornly, pretending to be strong.

Xuan Ling moved closer, gently embraced her in his arms, gently kneaded the back of her neck, and comforted her: "Yan Yan has been wronged. If you are still not satisfied, I can punish her again."

Sheng Xiyan buried her head in the crook of his neck and said softly, "I'm fine. I feel very happy that the emperor cares about me."

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