"As the saying goes, 'The moon has its phases of waxing and waning, and people have their joys and sorrows, partings and reunions.' Now the moon is waning, and people are parting..." Looking at the crescent moon in the night sky, Hongli couldn't help but feel a little lonely.
"Time flies like an arrow. Before I knew it, I had grown from that innocent child into the Prince Bao I am today. Over the years, the war against the Xiongnu, the passing of my thirteenth uncle, and one thing after another have happened."
"And Yonglian is now over five years old."
Hearing Hongli's words, Xueying couldn't help but feel a little sad. "Yes, in the blink of an eye, I have been married to Your Highness for eight years." As she spoke, the loneliness in Xueying's expression deepened.
"But now, I..." Xueying stopped mid-sentence.
Seeing Xueying's expression, Hongli understood to some extent why she was hurt and sad.
The Ulanara family began to decline after the Empress was banished to the Cold Palace. Even though Xueying initially married into Prince Bao's mansion to consolidate and balance the power in the court.
However, over the years they've spent together, Hongli has come to see Xueying's true feelings and will for him. Now, eight years have passed, and Mingyu has Yonglian by her side, but Xueying remains alone and has yet to have any children.
Over the years, he had rarely set foot in the East Courtyard, nor had he paid much attention to Xueying. Thinking of this, Hongli couldn't help but feel guilty towards Xueying.
Hongli reached out and took Xueying's hand, patted it gently, and asked slowly, "I know what you're thinking. May I have a female physician from the Imperial Hospital come and take a look?"
"Years ago, I asked the imperial physician why I had been married into the Prince's household for so many years but had no children." Xueying gripped the handkerchief tightly, not wanting her tears to fall. "He is suffering from uterine cold."
"It is my fate not to be a mother. I am ashamed of Your Highness for not being able to give you a son or daughter." At this point, Xueying's voice choked up, and her tears slowly fell.
Seeing Xueying so sad, Hongli couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. He raised his hand and gently wiped away Xueying's tears, comforting her, "No, how could you not be destined to be a mother? It's just that the time hasn't come yet. Your destiny has come back. Don't be so sad."
"Alright, I was overthinking it," Xueying said, taking a deep breath, wiping away her tears, and composing herself.
Xueying knew that it was not the right time to continue this topic, so she said, "Your Highness, it is late now. Let's go back and rest first, lest we catch a cold from the night breeze."
The next day, there was a slight hint of morning dew, and the early sun began to show.
Xueying, who had just gotten up, looked at the empty quilt next to her and reached out to touch the cold bed beside her, knowing that Hongli had gone to court early.
Now, she is all alone in this huge East Courtyard, and the thought of Xueying's sorrow from yesterday has resurfaced.
"Master, you're awake? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Hearing the noise, A'luo entered the room and asked Xueying as she got up.
"When did the prince leave? Why didn't you wake me up?" Xueying asked.
"Your Highness, you must be tired from yesterday. I'd like you to rest a bit more," A'Luo said with a smile. Last night, Hongli and Xueying shared a bed, and it took them half the night to finally get some rest.
Xueying knew the meaning behind A'luo's smile, so she kept a straight face and said nothing more.
“My lady, it would be good to keep the prince a little longer while the main wife is away, so that he can conceive sooner,” A’luo said.
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