Chapter 89
Shen Qingnian glanced at Song Xuan, whose face was full of satisfaction. She reached out to rub her waist and said softly, "I want a child. My mother also hopes that I will get pregnant soon. I also like babies very much, so I thought it would be good to get pregnant as soon as possible."
Her lower back is very sore right now.
Song Xuan paused slightly, then smiled. He reached out and massaged the waist of the person in his arms while speaking gently, "Then I will have to work hard. It will probably take quite some time to conceive."
That's a good opportunity to give it a try.
Since it was Qing Nian's request, he naturally agreed wholeheartedly and would do his best to cooperate.
Shen Qingnian: "......"
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For the next period of time, Song Xuan disregarded palace etiquette and spent every night intimately with Shen Qingnian. He was physically strong and handled government affairs during the day, and then enjoyed intimate moments with her at night.
On the contrary, Song Xuan's complexion was even more rosy, and he walked with a brisk pace, clearly in a great mood.
Although he was usually gentle and polite, he was also quite distant. There was always a hint of coldness hidden in his warm eyes. But now, there was no trace of coldness in his eyes except for gentleness.
Even the eunuchs guarding the door knew that His Highness the Crown Prince was in a great mood because of his wedding.
Two months passed in this way, during which Shen Zheng did not send any messages to Shen Qingnian, nor did Shen Qingnian send any messages to the Shen residence.
On the other hand, from Fengyi Palace, they would send her nourishing soups and medicines every few days, along with a lot of jewelry and trinkets, showing that the Empress cherished her very much.
The wound on her back eventually left a scar, but thanks to the special ointment made by the divine doctor, the scar became very faint, and it would not have been very noticeable if her skin had not been so fair.
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That afternoon, after having lunch with Shen Qingnian, Song Xuan went to the Imperial Study, while Shen Qingnian took a nap in her bedchamber before lazily getting up.
Her face was as radiant as a peach blossom in spring, and her figure was curvaceous and graceful. In just over two months, she transformed from a charming young girl into a seductive woman.
It is evident how well Song Xuan had taken care of her over the past two months. A lover is like a flower; the better she is doing, the more beautiful and radiant she becomes.
At that moment, Xiaoju brought in a bouquet of pure white jasmine.
"Your Highness, this was sent by Xia Zi. He said that His Highness saw jasmine during a meeting in the Imperial Study and had a palace servant pick some jasmine and send it to you."
There aren't many jasmine flowers in full bloom right now, let alone the fact that Song Xuan remembered them during a break in the meeting, which shows that he took them to heart.
Shen Qingnian looked at the jasmine in Xiaoju's hand. It was so beautiful and fresh, and the palace servants had even sprinkled water droplets on it, making it look exceptionally elegant.
A small letter was tucked among the pure white jasmine flowers.
"Your Highness, this was written for you personally," Xiaoju said with a smile, holding Jasmine in both hands.
Finally, she sighed, "His Highness truly cares deeply for you; even in his spare time from handling state affairs, he still thinks of you."
Royal affection is the most precious, yet also the most fragile. It is truly rare for His Highness the Crown Prince to dote on his Crown Princess so much.
Shen Qingnian listened to Xiaoju's words, but her expression did not change. She remained calm and raised her slender white hand, took the letter from the jasmine flowers, and unfolded it.
It says inside: "This person is like a jasmine flower; to meet her is a blessing."
Song Xuan's handwriting was not as gentle as he was; instead, every stroke was sharp, like a blade about to be drawn.
He was taught by the emperor to be gentle and refined, but deep down he harbored a sharp edge.
Shen Qingnian waved for Xiaoju to bring her a pen and ink. She focused her attention and wrote a sentence on the paper: "Thinking of you, missing you, longing for you, not seeing you for even a moment feels like three autumns."
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