Chapter 110 Chapter 110 The pearl chain, tangled and tangled.
Sheng Puzhu's eyes were very dark, with long eyelashes drooping, blocking the surging emotions in his pupils.
After a long time, she slowly sat up straight, raised her head and looked at Princess Shoukang's phoenix eyes which were almost identical to Xie Zhiyan's, deep and quiet, with no end in sight.
"Then the sage," Sheng Puzhu said, his back straight and his eyes open, "will you obey the wishes of the court officials and adopt Prince An's son as your heir?"
This is a very critical issue. The eldest branch of the family is at odds with them. Perhaps Xie Juyuan had been conspiring with Prince An from a very early time. If the old lady had not forced the family to split up, no one could have predicted whether the Jingguo Mansion would fail in this battle. It was a gamble.
"Puzhu, what do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Princess Shoukang curled up a very faint but meaningful smile at the corner of her lips, and even casually supported her head with her hands and asked slowly.
When talking to smart people, there is no need for too much roundaboutness or preparation.
Sheng Puzhu understood and silently clenched and unclenched his palms.
The saint's brotherly love for Princess Shoukang was distorted and paranoid. If he really mistakenly believed that Xie Zhiyan was not a descendant of the Xie family, then after losing the crown prince, the saint would have gained a legitimate opportunity.
In the saint's cognition, Xie Zhiyan probably has the purest Xiao bloodline, and was summoned to the palace to be personally taught since childhood. In his distorted cognition, he even regards Princess Shou'an's only child as a perfect "heir" in a certain sense.
The time and place are right. As long as we add fuel to the fire at the right time and give Princess Shoukang a new identity, everything will make sense.
As long as one is a human being, he will not allow anyone else to covet him.
As for Xiao Xuan, who can say that he is not a perfect touchstone?
"My daughter-in-law doesn't think so." Sheng Puzhu frowned and spoke in a firm voice.
"You see clearly. The battle for the crown prince will never be as simple as the court officials hope." Princess Shoukang's eyes were filled with undisguised admiration. She added lightly, "Prince An has been planning for years, even sacrificing the lives of his closest brothers. When the crown prince was poisoned, the saint summoned you to the palace, but spared Prince An."
"It's not that he doesn't want to touch Prince An, but he needs to use Prince An's hand to force me to surrender."
At this point, Princess Shoukang suddenly sneered. "The curse that has lingered on the Xiao family for nearly a century is a lack of offspring, with many dying young and suffering from frail health. Whether it's the Sage or Prince An, what they truly need to succumb to this is a healthy heir who can stabilize the Great Yan dynasty." "The Crown Prince can be of some use, but in the eyes of the Xiao clan, he's not a perfect heir."
"Then..." Sheng Puzhu took a deep breath, his heart beating so fast that it seemed like it would stop at any moment.
An extremely terrifying thought that made her body shiver suddenly emerged, and even her voice trembled: "Then His Royal Highness was poisoned, is there anyone behind it?"
Sheng Puzhu spoke very slowly, but did not dare to finish his words. His eyes, which seemed to be able to speak and contained a look of shock, made his unspoken meaning clear.
Was the prince’s poisoning condoned or even tolerated by the saint?
Princess Shoukang paused for a moment and fell silent for a rare moment.
When Sheng Puzhu thought the other party would not answer, Princess Shoukang leaned forward slightly and said in a complicated tone: "Probably not."
"That man, although he was a madman with deep obsessions, he still had high hopes for Jiulang... from the moment he was born."
Princess Shoukang sighed inwardly and smiled faintly, "Jiulang is his legitimate son, the heir to the throne whom he personally helped raise. Even though he is frail and sometimes disappoints him, even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs."
"Back then, at such a young age, Heyin was mercilessly sent to Yumen Pass. It was simply because the Imperial Astronomical Observatory calculated that Heyin and Jiulang were born of the same mother, but their horoscopes were incompatible. If they wanted Jiulang to live a long life, the princess couldn't stay in Chang'an."
"The Queen knelt in the Purple Palace for three whole days, but was unable to persuade him to change his mind."
This is not Princess Shoukang's excuse for the man, but it is based on the last kindness to the twisted human nature. The death of the prince may make him make a certain decision, but if he really wants to poison his own son, he would not wait until now.
Sheng Puzhu's tense back gradually relaxed, but her rosy lips were still tightly pursed.
Princess Shoukang took her hand and patted it twice. "When you get home tonight, I'll ask Madam to make you a bowl of soothing soup."
"You can't fall ill again while Zhiyan is away. You've finally gotten better and now you've lost a lot of weight in the past month."
Sheng Puzhu nodded obediently: "Don't worry, mother, I know what I'm doing."
Princess Shoukang's eyes were filled with love, "Zhiyan treats you differently. Perhaps it was destined from the beginning."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on the lustrous pearl necklace on Sheng Puzhu's wrist, and her tone softened, "I didn't expect that after all these years, you'd still be wearing this necklace. It shows you really like it."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Puzhu showed some confusion in his eyes.
Princess Shoukang smiled slightly upon seeing this and pinched her soft cheek: "You certainly don't remember that you snatched this pearl necklace from Sanlang when you were just born."
Sheng Puzhu was shocked and sighed secretly, thinking that she was really brave.
His fingertips subconsciously touched the cool and smooth pearls, confusion in his eyes.
She had worn this necklace ever since she could remember, and it was always on her wrist whenever she woke up from illness, but her mother had never mentioned its origin.
Princess Shoukang seemed to be lost in distant memories.
"That year, your mother was pregnant with you and resting in her villa at the foot of Tianchang Mountain. Unexpectedly, she went into labor before the full term, and coupled with the abnormal fetal position, her condition was extremely dangerous."
"It just so happened that I happened to be passing by that year and heard that a woman was having a difficult childbirth. Among the palace maids accompanying me, there was a nanny who was very skilled in this matter."
Princess Shoukang spoke calmly, but her affection for Sheng Puzhu could not be concealed: "When you were born, you were so tiny, wrapped in swaddling clothes and brought to me. But you were truly adorable, much more handsome than any other newborn."
"I like it, so I thought I should give you some rare things to make you look good."
Sheng Puzhu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she asked innocently, "Is it really beautiful?"
Princess Shoukang couldn't help but chuckle and pointed at the pearl necklace: "If you weren't beautiful, I wouldn't have taken you from Nanny and held you for Zhiyan to see."
"He was only three years old at the time. When he heard it was a sister, he stood on tiptoe and tugged at my sleeve."
"And you, you weren't shy at all. You waved your little hands in the air and ended up grabbing the pearl necklace on his wrist. You held on tightly and refused to let go no matter how much Mammy tried to coax you."
Sheng Puzhu's body moved unconsciously, and he smiled in annoyance: "So I was so domineering back then."
Princess Shoukang nodded in approval: "That pearl necklace was originally a birthday gift I gave him. He loved it so much that he never allowed anyone to touch it."
"And when you caught him, Sanlang, for once, didn't lose his temper. He just opened his dark, clear eyes and quietly untied himself. I'll give it to you."
Sheng Puzhu was completely stunned. He stroked the pearls hanging on his wrist with his fingertips, and an indescribable heat surged in his heart.
Her cheeks were burning, her eyelashes trembling, and she felt her voice was soft. "My husband never mentioned this to me. It's just that I've been feeling down lately, and I've been playing with this pearl necklace. Sometimes he would just stare at it quietly, more intently than usual."
Princess Shoukang's eyes curved, but she didn't directly point out Xie Zhiyan's thoughts. She just said with some emotion: "Sanlang's temperament seems calm and restrained, but in fact he is stubborn."
"Since his grandfather passed away, Zhiyan has become increasingly taciturn over the years. He's not even willing to reveal his true thoughts to his father."
"He did ask me privately once, but at that time you were seriously ill and had difficulty taking medicine. He stayed by your bedside and was almost panicked."
Having said this, Princess Shoukang put away her smile and said solemnly, "The recent turmoil is still unsettled. You should rest assured and take care of your health at home. Even as for Duanyang, please refrain from any contact with her for the time being."
Sheng Puzhu's eyes suddenly narrowed.
She naturally understood that Princess Duanyang, Prince Ning and Prince An were born of the same mother and had an extraordinary relationship. Princess Shoukang would not make such a reminder for no reason. However, there were some things that were difficult to say without evidence.
Three days later, it was late at night and everyone was asleep.
Xie Zhiyan returned to Yunyu Hall quietly with night dew all over his body.
A few lights were left on outside, and the maid guarding the door bowed and retreated quietly.
Sheng Puzhu closed his eyes and breathed shallowly.
Xie Zhiyan took off his outer robe and stood in front of the couch for a long time.
In her sleep, Sheng Puzhu seemed to hear the sound of water. Her slightly curled up body suddenly trembled. She didn't know what she dreamed about. Her plump and moist lips suddenly opened slightly and she let out a moan.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Xie Zhiyan came out wearing his clothes. He slowly leaned over and took her and the quilt into his arms.
Sheng Puzhu licked her lips, her long eyelashes slightly wet and thick black.
In the dream, someone was kissing her.
At first it was gentle, like the brush of a feather, but gradually, the force on his lips became fierce and urgent, prying open her unguarded teeth, clinging to her and demanding.
"Awake?" Xie Zhiyan asked.
Sheng Puzhu still blinked dazedly, then closed his eyes again, muttering, "Why am I having this wet dream out of nowhere?"
Xie Zhiyan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It seems he is not awake."
The autumn night was too quiet, and the only sounds in the room were the occasional light and heavy sucking sounds, the gurgling of saliva, and the sound of swallowing scraping against people's earlobes. The air was hot and humid, and Xie Zhiyan was unwilling to restrain his kiss.
Sheng Puzhu twisted her slender waist and complained, "My dear, you are so domineering even in my dreams."
Xie Zhiyan knelt on the couch and, in the dim candlelight, carefully looked at his wife, whose ears were kissed red, squinted her eyes, and lay limp.
On her wrist, which was so white that it was almost transparent, she still had the string of lustrous pearls wrapped around it, and she didn't even take it off when she went to sleep.
"Why are you sleeping so soundly?" Xie Zhiyan pinched the tip of Sheng Puju's index finger.
As far as the eye can see, the soft and delicate skin on the inside of the arm has been pressed by the round pearls, leaving a shallow but very attractive red mark.
His eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to place a scorching kiss. His calloused fingertips gently pressed against the marks, his voice hoarse with emotion: "Isn't it uncomfortable?"
Before falling asleep, Sheng Puzhu drank a bowl of calming soup. Even when she was awake, she could not quite tell whether she was awake or not. She only felt that her body was hot and uncomfortable, and there was a strange numbness at the place where her wrist was touched.
She subconsciously followed Xie Zhiyan's words and nodded softly, her voice heavy with sleepiness and aggrieved coquettishness: "It's uncomfortable."
Xie Zhiyan leaned down and tried to untie the pearl necklace.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Puzhu raised her red face, panting, and hid her wrist in her arms to prevent him from touching it.
"Isn't it uncomfortable?" Xie Zhiyan lowered his head and bit the uncooperative little hand.
Sheng Puzhu was half asleep, as if still trapped in a bizarre dream. She bit her lower lip hard with her pearly teeth and said frankly in a soft, tearful voice, "I feel unwell... Well, I want to..."
What are you thinking about?
Of course I miss him.
Xie Zhiyan understood.
His eyes suddenly darkened, and his tall body went against the candlelight, enveloping her in an aura that belonged only to him.
The frank confession, even though it mixed up his dreams and reality, instantly ignited all his rationality. "Really?" Xie Zhiyan suddenly smiled, lust in his eyes, taking the seduction tactics for granted.
at last……
The pearl necklace on Sheng Puzhu's wrist was still wrapped around it, but it was wrapped around two hands instead of one.
He tried to wake up several times, but was defeated repeatedly under Xie Zhiyan's domineering offensive.
The night dew is full, and the trembling dream is about to drown her.
As for the rest.
In the dream, Xie Zhiyan's lips were very soft, and they shimmered with moisture when he pursed them. He wiped them for a long time with the snow-white handkerchief in his hand, but still couldn't wipe away the warm and wet feeling on his fingertips.
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