At that moment, a weak voice rang out: "Quickly save Ling Shuang."

All that could be seen was Consort Hui, wrapped in a wet quilt, slumped helplessly on the ground.

"Mother, Mother, are you alright?" Nangong Liuli asked anxiously.

"I'm fine. Hurry up and get Ling Shuang; she's still inside."

Nangong Liuli's heart suddenly clenched, and he panicked.

Without thinking, he draped the wet blanket over himself.

Before the palace servants could react, Nangong Liuli had already run into the fire.

A terrified voice rang out from behind: "Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, please come back quickly!"

After he went inside, a figure slowly retreated from the shadows.

The fire spread rapidly, rushing towards Ling Shuang like a raging flood.

The thick smoke choked her, making it impossible for her to open her eyes, and she coughed violently as if her throat was on fire: "Cough cough cough!!"

"Cough cough cough!"

"Am I going to die here?"

Suddenly, a broken bamboo stalk fell from behind her, and her legs gave way, causing her to collapse to the ground.

"ah!!!!"

She closed her eyes tightly in fear, waiting for the burning sensation that felt like the approach of death.

When she decided to push Consort Hui out, she was prepared to die.

Going back half an hour, she was tending to the flowers in the yard when suddenly a fire broke out in the bamboo grove.

"Your Highness, there's a fire!" she exclaimed in alarm.

"How did this place catch fire?"

"Your Highness, we must leave immediately."

The fire spread very quickly, and soon it was raging.

Ling Shuang quickly soaked the quilt in water and draped it over her: "Hui Niangniang, you can go out now!"

"That won't do! If anyone's going to leave, you should go first!"

"Go out and find someone to save me. If you die, Nangong Liuli will blame herself for the rest of her life!" He pushed her out before she could say anything.

She wanted to get a new quilt, but then she got angry because the house was on fire and she couldn't get in at all.

Just then, a blue figure wrapped in a blanket ran up to him and pulled him away.

The bamboo fell to the ground, sending sparks flying everywhere.

When she saw who it was, she felt a sudden jolt and threw herself into his arms, crying, "You've come!"

Only when she saw her standing safely in front of her did Nangong Liuli's heart finally settle down.

"I'm here, don't cry!"

"I will definitely take you out!"

"Your Majesty," Su Wan'er said coquettishly, her face flushed with shyness.

These words undoubtedly assured her of something, and while she was happy, she also became worried.

She has been in the palace for almost two years and has received all kinds of favors, but there is still no sign of pregnancy.

...

Heart-wrenching cries came from inside the house. Juan'er stood at the door, looking at the tightly closed door with great worry.

"Consort Mo, you must take care of your health."

Consort Mo held Ye Lisheng's clothes in her arms, but his scent on the clothes had slowly dissipated.

On the first night before he went to Lanyi, he said some strange things to her.

"Mother, how have you been lately?"

Consort Mo looked at him with a kind smile and gently stroked his face: "My son has grown so much."

"I still remember how little you were back then. It must have been tough growing up all by yourself all these years!"

“Mother, I am not tired at all. On the contrary, I am very happy.”

She knew he was lying, and she also knew he had been holding back a lot.

How can a person not get tired?

“These days I keep dreaming about the time when you were just born.”

"Mother, those things are in the past. You don't need to blame yourself or feel guilty!"

"Your son is doing very well, and isn't he standing right here in front of me now?"

She burst into tears as soon as she finished speaking, crying out, "Where is it good?"

“Look at all those injuries on your body. Every time I think about them, it feels like my heart is being torn apart.”

"Mother, it's all in the past!"

"I have come to bid you farewell. I have been ordered to escort Ling Shuang to Lan Yi for a marriage alliance."

Consort Mo looked at him nervously and asked, "I heard there's some unrest in the Lan Yi court. Will you be in danger on your trip?"

"Why don't you go and tell your father that he wants to spend more time with me and that we shouldn't go?" She looked nervous, and her hands were trembling.

“Mother!” Ye Lisheng’s cold voice rang out.

"There are some things that I, your second son, am destined to do." His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried an unyielding authority.

She looked at him with loving kindness, her eyes shining with hurt.

"I haven't taken care of you all these years. I don't even know how many times you've been on the verge of death."

"But now that I'm back, I know how many people in this court want to see you fall. My heart aches for you as your mother!!!"

His hands, clenched into fists beneath his wide sleeves, shone with an endless allure, his dark pupils as captivating as an icy pool.

When he was a child, while others could snuggle in their mothers' arms and act spoiled, he could only hide his emotions under a cold exterior.

What he feared most was the Chinese New Year. Every year at that time, firecrackers would go off and laughter would fill the air, but all he would have to do was endure endless coldness and silence.

He didn't say anything more, but smiled, his smile as warm as the rising sun: "Mother, this New Year's Eve, I would like to bring okra to dine with you!"

Those two short sentences brought her immense peace of mind: "Good! Good!"

"Tell me what she likes to eat, and I'll have the kitchen staff prepare extra."

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