In Jinglan Pavilion, Yun Zhang lay half-reclined on the bed, gazing at the man dressed in black before him, and said calmly, "Thank you for your help that day. However, you don't need to come to see me every day."
Shen Hanshan knew he was referring to the time when he used his internal energy to help his mother-in-law Zhang Wan during the blood transfusion.
"No need to thank me, I'll spare your life. As for coming here every day, I did it for her, not for you." Shen Hanshan sat down casually on a round stool to the side, looking at Yun Zhang, who had turned liver-colored in an instant, feeling very pleased.
“I should have guessed your identity that day at Yunxuan Academy.” Yun Zhang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “You plotted to have me seriously injure you, then stayed in Yun Dynasty to spy on my secrets…”
“That’s right. The person who was eavesdropping outside the window on the day I discussed this matter with His Majesty was you, Your Highness, right?” Shen Hanshan looked at Yun Zhang with a smile. “I think you also know whose child she is carrying, don’t you?”
Yun Zhang clenched his fists in anger as he looked at the smug Shen Hanshan. Shen Hanshan stood up, his eyes crinkling with a smile, and said, "The Imperial Noble Consort is still quite weak and not easily angered. Alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to go and spend some time with her."
He finished speaking and left, and Yunzhang, annoyed, threw the teacup beside him. But the teacup had only flown a step when it fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.
He stared at his hands in disbelief, muttering, "Have I really become this weak?"
After Shen Hanshan left, Zhang Wan slowly emerged from the side hall, silently tidying up the broken porcelain shards on the ground. She comforted Yun Zhang, saying, "Yifeng, don't be angry. You and Hanshan are both His Majesty's destined people, why fight to the death? Now, you are in the open, and he is in the shadows. Only if you work together will His Majesty not have to suffer so much."
Yun Zhang kept his head down and remained silent. His gaze fell on another couch in the room, and he asked worriedly, "When will my uncles wake up?"
"Perhaps, it will be in the next day or two." Or perhaps, he will never wake up.
Zhang Wan's eyes reddened, and she turned and left.
Hanfeng Hall.
The moonlight was like water, and the night was gentle, shrouded in a light veil.
A gentle breeze drifted in through the half-open window, bringing a slight, almost imperceptible coolness, yet it was still unable to dispel the natural warmth emanating from Zhao Zhi's body during her late pregnancy.
The flickering candlelight inside the hall illuminated her soft, slightly languid silhouette.
Zhao Zhi leaned against the soft pillow, a light and breathable silk nightgown clinging gently to her body, the fabric exuding a faint jasmine fragrance that blended perfectly with the tranquility of the night.
This nightgown is cleverly designed, both covering the body and exuding elegance. Underneath the light gauze, one can vaguely see her rounded shoulders and neck, and her fuller figure, enhanced by the pregnancy.
Knowing that Shen Hanshan would come, Zhao Zhi sent everyone out of the hall early on.
At this moment, she held a small round fan in her hand, waving it gently, the collar opening and closing with her movements.
As Shen Hanshan stepped into the hall, this was the scene that greeted him: spring was in full bloom.
An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. He approached quietly, afraid of disturbing this beautiful moment. Zhao Zhi sensed his presence, looked up and smiled, and Shen Hanshan met her smiling eyes, which seemed to be filled with starlight.
"Why are you here so late?" Zhao Zhi's voice carried a hint of coquettishness, yet remained gentle. She was clearly scolding him for coming so late, but the words changed as they reached her lips.
Shen Hanshan's lips curled into a wicked smile as he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Naturally, I'm here to help Your Majesty cool down in the summer. I have a unique recipe that will guarantee Your Majesty a refreshing summer."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhi's cheeks flushed slightly, and she spat lightly, "You're so unserious."
Shen Hanshan, however, did not take it to heart. He slowly approached, his eyes filled with doting affection and desire.
He gently picked up the round fan from Zhao Zhi's hand, held it himself, and gently fanned her. At the same time, his other hand quietly slipped into her hair, his fingertips lightly stroking her earlobe, causing Zhao Zhi to tremble slightly.
"Hanshan..." Zhao Zhi's voice was tinged with shyness and anticipation. She closed her eyes and let Shen Hanshan pull her into his arms.
"Only one."
"Um."
"Back then, at this time... it should be okay, right?" Shen Hanshan's hand had somehow come out of Zhao Zhi's hair and slipped inside her undergarment.
Before Zhao Zhi could respond, Shen Hanshan lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "My Majesty, do you know that you are more captivating than the summer breeze?"
Zhao Zhi couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Then he heard him say, "Your Majesty, the night is gentle, the moonlight is like silk; may I, your subject, paint the Milky Way in my bedchamber?"
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