Xuan Ling suddenly remembered Hua Xia saying that Sheng Xiyan hadn't slept well in the past few days. He couldn't help but feel a little worried and asked softly, "Why can't you sleep? Is Yanyan worried about something?"

Sheng Xiyan shook her head obediently, "No worries, since moving into Guanju Palace, my concubine and I have been very happy."

After her hint, Xuan Ling suddenly realized that she was suffering from insomnia because she had not yet fully adapted to the Guanju Palace after living there for a few days.

He said with a hint of self-blame, "Yan Yan said in the Imperial Garden three days ago that she was very adaptable, but it seems that was all a lie. It's all my fault. I didn't accompany you on the first night, and I haven't been with you well these past few days, so you didn't sleep well."

Sheng Xiyan hugged his neck and rested her forehead on his chin, "Your Majesty has a lot of things to consider, I can do it myself."

Xuan Ling felt more and more distressed about her strength. She could only rely on him in the palace, but he was also sensible and humble. He regretted that he had not considered her vulnerability.

In fact, Sheng Xiyan sleeps very soundly every day...

But she knew very well that what impressed Emperor Xuanwu from the beginning was her weakness and helplessness, and this must be continuously deepened.

She can only rely on him and depend on him, so how could he not be good to her?

"The Emperor is the most important person to Xi Yan."

Xuan Ling gently stroked her soft hair and said in a deep voice:

"Yanyan, don't bear your fragility and your difficulties alone. I am sometimes busy and may not fully understand your feelings, but I am willing to work hard to be the man who cares for you and protects you."

Sheng Xiyan quietly buried her cheek deep in his broad chest, listening to his words, feeling moved.

At this moment, Jiang Jiang flexibly propped up his arms and climbed onto the soft couch with his short legs. Looking at the scene of Xuan Ling and Sheng Xiyan hugging each other tightly, he curiously moved forward, lay on Xuan Ling's neck, and shouted with a smile: "Father..."

In an instant, the entire space was filled with only cheerful and joyful laughter, but Sheng Xiyan was so frightened by the sudden address that her heart skipped a beat.

Once, she taught Jiang Jiang and told him what kind of person his father was. At that time, she was talking about Qi Yan.

She hasn't mentioned this title in recent times.

This is bad. Will Emperor Xuanwu misunderstand?

Xuan Ling gently stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Jiang into his arms.

She put her impolite little feet on the dragon robe on his knees and said in a loud and milky voice, "Father...

When the little girl smiles, there is a faint dimple on the right side of her face, which is exactly the same as Sheng Xiyan.

Xuan Ling seemed to be admiring a fine work of art. He stretched out his finger and gently touched the cute dimple, causing the little girl to excitedly grab the purple gold jade crown on his head.

She called out a few more times, "Father...his hair..."

Xuan Ling did not stop Xiaotuanzi's naughty behavior and let him play.

At this moment, he noticed that there were crystal tears flashing in Sheng Xiyan's eyes. When their eyes met, he could feel the panic and fear in her heart.

So, he softly comforted her, "If we were among the common people, Jiang Jiang should have called me father. And in the palace, as Le Wen's consort, he should also call me father. Yan Yan's teachings are absolutely correct."

After hearing Xuan Ling's words, Sheng Xiyan's mood slowly calmed down.

She slowly moved to the other side of Xuan Ling, leaned gently on his shoulder, and put her arm around his arm.

At this moment, she was afraid that she would cry, because she was a person with delicate emotions. She could not help crying whether she was sad, happy or saw a touching scene.

Even reading a touching storybook can move me to tears.

Jiang Jiang grabbed Sheng Xiyan's hair and said in a milky voice, "Father, Mother and Jiang Jiang are together."

The air suddenly became quiet again.

Xuan Ling looked down at the woman leaning on his shoulder, and two lines of tears slid down her straight nose.