If not, I will continue to provide you and Jiangjiang with a rich and stable life, and I will no longer force you to do anything."

What he meant was that if her answer was not affirmative, he would never favor her and would only provide her with a life of food and clothing.

In ten days, it will be half a year since she entered the palace.

Half a year was the time it took for her and Qi Yan to meet and get married.

"I understand."

The hall fell silent again, and Sheng Xiyan bowed and said, "I'll take my leave."

She slowly walked out of the West Warm Pavilion. She was furious for a moment and wanted to rush to Xuan Ling and question him:

"You have so many concubines in your palace, do they all love you? Why do you have to make things difficult for me? Do you think I'm a pushover?

You are the emperor, what's the point of talking about true love? It's tiring for both you and others!

So annoying! "

But what right did she have to question him? He was the breadwinner and the foundation of her and her child's survival.

When she first entered the palace, she thought she could continue acting and perform to please the emperor.

But the emperor was too sensitive, too paranoid, he had risked his life to save her, and he was sometimes affectionate, so she gradually couldn't act anymore.

Hua Xia supported her and asked softly, "My lady, did the talk go well?"

Sheng Xiyan sighed and said, "Re-educate."

She needs to practice again to meet the emperor's new requirements.

In the west warm room, Xuan Ling walked out from behind the screen and coughed several times.

Eunuch Fu asked with concern, "Your Majesty, Judge Wu has arrived. Would you like to have your pulse examined here or go to the Yangxin Palace?"

"Return to the Yangxin Palace."

At nightfall, in Guanju Palace.

Sheng Xiyan was boiling medicine in the small kitchen, and Hua Xia wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

"My lady, as soon as you come back, please prepare the medicine and boil it. It's so hot here. Please go back to the palace to cool down. I will watch over the medicine pot."

Sheng Xiyan used a spoon to gently stir the already thick syrup.

"If you overcook it, it will become bitter. I have to watch it myself. The emperor doesn't like bitter medicinal food. Making this loquat and puffed tamarind throat lozenge will be effective."

When the syrup becomes difficult to stir, remove it from the stove.

Sheng Xiyan scooped a spoonful, pinched it into a small cube while it was still hot, and rolled it in the fried glutinous rice flour.

Hua Xia and Mei Xiang learned to make it together. They shook off the excess glutinous rice flour from the cooled throat lozenges and put them into a palm-sized porcelain jar with decorative patterns.

"Send this to the Yangxin Palace tomorrow. The Emperor will surely be pleased. Once he's happy, the young lady will be fine."

Sheng Xiyan supported her waist and walked out of the small kitchen, looking up at the moon and stars in the night sky.

In fact, it is not easy to live anywhere, so there is nothing to complain about.

The next day, she did not allow the throat lozenges to be sent to the Yangxin Palace.

It was not until Gao Shurong came shopping that Sheng Xiyan stuffed the candy box into her hands.

"Sister Gao, please deliver the throat lozenges to the emperor, but don't tell him I made them."

Gao Shurong said gloomily, "Why? You have worked so hard, and the emperor should know your gratitude."

Sheng Xiyan shook her head. She made the throat lozenges out of her true loyalty to the emperor and didn't want to mix in other factors.