Then, she raised her head and looked at Prince Jinrui Zhao, Qin Qianluo, sitting on the carved sandalwood chair with gratitude in her eyes.
The respect and gratitude in his eyes flowed like a gentle stream, and I felt a surge of warmth in my heart, as if I were being warmed by the sun on a cold winter day.
This warmth not only dispelled her inner tension, but also filled her with gratitude for King Zhao's kindness.
She silently thought to herself, "King Zhao's actions are truly a great kindness, and I will certainly repay him wholeheartedly in the future."
Not far away, several young palace maids dressed in simple palace attire were bowing their heads, seemingly busy with their work.
They were either gently wiping the tables and chairs with dusters in their hands, or neatly arranging tea sets. But they would occasionally steal glances up.
His gaze cautiously swept over the crowd and landed on the faintly glowing light screen above Qin Qianluo's head.
At first, they were very nervous, their hearts pounding like a restless deer, their hands trembling slightly, and they almost dropped the objects in their hands.
They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with worry and doubt, whispering among themselves: "I wonder what will appear on that screen, and what kind of variety show is this?"
But as time went by, seeing King Zhao remain calm and composed, their anxiety gradually subsided.
His previously tense shoulders gradually relaxed, and his hand movements became smooth and natural as he continued to work methodically.
Empress Xiao Wanxi lay on the soft bed, covered with a light brocade quilt embroidered with a lifelike phoenix pattern, a symbol of good fortune.
Her face was slightly pale, but her gentle temperament was undeniable.
Upon hearing these heartfelt words, a shy blush instantly spread across her fair, snow-white cheeks, just like the delicate peach blossoms blooming in spring, bright and beautiful.
But as soon as her eyes fell on Qin Qianluo's steady sitting posture, she felt incredibly at ease, and her heart instantly found a place to rely on.
It was as if a ship adrift on a vast ocean had found a warm harbor.
Recalling the moment before Qin Qianluo stepped inside, she felt dizzy and the whole world plunged into darkness, filled with despair.
The pain in her abdomen came in waves, and cold sweat poured down her forehead. She gripped the sheets tightly, her fingertips turning white, and she kept praying that things would turn around.
If it weren't for the two glasses of water that Qin Qianluo handed her in time, the baby in her womb would probably have been in danger. She still feels lingering fear whenever she thinks about this.
She had clearly heard Feng Qingyun's slightly temperamental words, which made her cheeks burn even hotter, and even the tips of her ears turned a light pink.
However, the Empress changed her mind. Now that Prince Zhao was seated safely, even if Feng Qingyun was dissatisfied, she expected that he would not do anything drastic.
Thinking this, the Empress gently curved her lips into a reassuring smile, a smile full of tenderness and contentment.
Then, she slowly closed her eyes, fully enjoying this long-lost tranquility, as if all her troubles had been left behind.
Her breathing gradually became steady, and her expression softened. In this moment of tranquility, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace and comfort.
Emperor Ning Chenyi wore a bright yellow dragon robe, with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered in gold thread coiling around the robe, gleaming brilliantly under the lamplight.
Each dragon scale seemed to be imbued with life, and with his every move, it appeared as if it were about to take flight, fully displaying his nobility and majesty.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, his head slightly tilted back, his gaze fixed on the eaves of the palace, exuding an aura of authority without anger.
However, the voice from inside the hall shattered his outward composure, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks.
His expression froze for a moment, and a fleeting look of embarrassment crossed his originally stern face.
He coughed lightly a few times, the sound particularly clear in the quiet night.
She raised her hand and gently adjusted the ribbon at her collar, her slender fingers applying slight pressure as she tried to conceal her inner embarrassment.
After finishing his preparations, he slowly turned around and took steady yet slightly hurried steps toward the sandalwood cradle that had been prepared.
The cradle is made of the finest sandalwood, carved with auspicious cloud patterns, and exudes a faint woody fragrance.
In the cradle, two freshly cleaned babies were sleeping peacefully.
Their little faces were wrinkled, and their skin had a pinkish hue, like two round little pink balls, so delicate, yet full of new life.
Their small chests rose and fell slightly, emitting soft snores, the sound like the most beautiful music, striking Ning Chenyi's heart again and again.
Ning Chenyi stood by the cradle, gazing quietly at the two little lives, his eyes slightly reddening.
In an instant, the joy of becoming a father for the first time surged into his heart like a tidal wave, washing away any trace of his embarrassment.
He felt his chest being filled to the brim with an unprecedented, unfamiliar, and intense emotion.
His eyes were full of love and tenderness, and he couldn't help but gently reach out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the child's delicate cheek.
But then it stopped in mid-air, afraid that its slightly heavy movements might disturb the two sleeping little angels.
His hand trembled slightly, revealing his nervousness and excitement; for a moment, he was at a loss for what to do.
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