Meng Qi nodded. "I'm aware that every step you take from now on is crucial, and I'm afraid you'll need my cooperation with many matters within the palace. The simpler and quieter the palace, the better. Furthermore, with what happened today with Prince Duan, the undercurrents between you and the others have become a public secret. Neither they nor we need such people anymore. So, why keep these hidden dangers around? Why not deal with them all at once and face the bloody storm within the palace with a clear mind?"
Song Chengze stood still, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. Meng Qi felt they were dazzling. She saw excitement, approval, surprise, and a deep affection.
Meng Qi suddenly felt that her feelings were a little unbelievable. Why did she think like this? Why did Song Chengze show such affection towards her?
Song Chengze saw Meng Qi looking at him inquiringly, with a faint blush on her face. He stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and coughed lightly at his mouth, "Do you want to know what happened in the palace today?"
Meng Qi was delighted and quickly sat up straight, her coat sliding down her shoulders. "Can I know?"
Song Chengze smiled slightly, "Of course, but this is a long story. Are you sure you want me to stand here and talk about it?"
Meng Qi looked around, thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you wait for me for a moment? I'll put on my clothes and we'll go talk outside." After saying that, she was about to pick up her jacket.
Song Chengze walked over, took Meng Qi's jacket and put it on the shelf. Looking at Meng Qi with a puzzled look on her face, he pushed her back into the quilt and pulled the quilt up.
Then, Meng Qi watched Song Chengze take off his shoes and get on the kang, but he didn't lie down. Instead, he sat next to her, put another pillow on his back to raise it, and sat on the outside of her.
The movements came naturally, as if he had done them countless times. At this moment, the two of them lay on the kang. Meng Qi lay under the quilt in her inner clothes, while Song Chengze leaned against the cabinet at the head of the kang in his outer clothes.
Meng Qi closed her eyes. She tried to resist the urge to smell the pleasant hay scent on Song Chengze's body, but he was so close to her that she felt as if she was wrapped in the hay scent, making it suddenly difficult for her to breathe. Meng Qi shrank deeper into the quilt. She didn't want Song Chengze to see her increasingly red face and the sweat that was slowly oozing out of her palms.
Song Chengze was not much better. Although he did the action naturally, his heart was beating like a drum. He was like a young boy, completing it quickly, afraid of being rejected. He didn't let out a breath until he sat there. Then he changed his mind and smiled. Feeling Meng Qi shrinking into the quilt beside him, he knew that he couldn't be impatient and had to take it slowly. His little wife was still a little girl, a little girl who had made three rules with him, and he couldn't scare her.
He hoped that his feelings were not one-sided. He wanted her to be willing. He was not in a hurry. As for the agreement, the little girl had a bad memory and would naturally forget it over time. He was confident that he could make her forget the agreement.
Meng Qiyuan's head, which was still curled up in the quilt, slowly stretched out while listening to Song Chengze's story. Although it was not perfect, it was careful and thorough, and achieved his goal.
"What does the emperor mean?" Meng Qi asked at last.
Song Chengze turned his head to look at her. "I don't know. After the incident, my father had my second brother imprisoned in the west side hall of Chengtian Palace. Later, he summoned Concubine Xiang. I don't know what my father asked her. When she came out, her face was covered in blood and she was being held by a eunuch."
Meng Qi cried out, and Song Chengze reached out and pulled the quilt up from Meng Qi's shoulders. "When I came back, I saw the chief guard go in."
Meng Qi straightened up slightly, "What do you mean?"
Song Chengze pushed her back into the quilt and said, "Be careful not to catch a cold. I think that if nothing unexpected happens, father will have people search Prince Duan's mansion tomorrow."
Meng Qi understood that Prince Duan could not get rid of it this time, just like in the previous life. Together with Concubine Xiang, the mother and son left the struggle for power.
Three gong sounds were heard outside, and Song Chengze stood up. Just as Meng Qi was about to get up, she saw him take off his coat, then his cotton coat. Then he looked around and took the quilt from the corner of the kang and lay down on the outside of Meng Qi.
Meng Qi's mouth was so big that an egg could be stuffed directly into it. She half-supported herself and stammered, "W-what do you mean, do you want to...sleep here?"
Song Chengze put the pillow away, turned his head and glanced at Meng Qi, "What else? Since you are pregnant, I am naturally happy. How could I go out again after coming in so late? Besides, the maids are all in the west room. It's not a good time to make trouble. I might as well sleep here. Well, it's too late. Go to bed quickly. There are still a lot of things waiting for me today." After saying that, he turned over.
Meng Qi looked at the man with his back to her and felt difficulty breathing. What was going on?
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