Duan Heng, who had been ill for three days, finally woke up. His lips were pale, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were depressed, but he no longer insisted on going to the palace.
The old steward didn't know whether this was good or bad for His Highness, and could only silently shed tears for his master.
In the palace, Qingyin finally had her own sleeping quarters. Emperor Yongqing carefully selected a spacious Qiyue Palace that was close to the Dongji Palace.
In the past few days, the emperor has been quite accommodating to Qingyin, which has melted the heart of this naive village girl.
Although I don't yet understand what liking is, my attitude is already much better than before.
Emperor Yongqing was overjoyed and, with a wave of his hand, bestowed upon a large number of rewards.
The next time Qingyin heard news of Duan Heng was from the Fifth Princess, who told her that he had left the capital and that the Fourth Prince had volunteered to stay on the frontier to guard the land of Datang.
Emperor Yongqing agreed.
The two sat in the pavilion talking.
Qingyin rested her chin on her arm, a hint of worry flashing in her innocent eyes: "Will Duan Heng get hurt?"
Duan Qinxue secretly glanced at Qingyin, who was dressed even more beautifully after entering the palace, and comforted herself in her heart: "It's okay, Fourth Brother is a lucky man and will be fine, Ahua, don't worry."
The last time she saw Sister Ahua, she thought Sister Ahua's beauty was too great, even more beautiful than the most beautiful concubine in the palace. She never expected that the third time she saw Sister Ahua, she would have become the Emperor's concubine.
Fortunately, Sister Ahua doesn't have those kinds of feelings for Fourth Brother, otherwise Sister Ahua would be heartbroken.
As Duan Qinxue thought about it, her arm unconsciously brushed against the beautiful Qingyin again. Hehe, a beauty snuggling close.
I really want to move back to the palace from outside.
Duan Qinxue nestled in Qingyin's arms, her nostrils filled with Qingyin's faint, refreshing fragrance. "Oh dear, Father Emperor is so lucky with women," Duan Qinxue thought enviously.
With a slight shift of his eyes, he spotted a familiar face hiding in the corner. "Hey, Xiao Ba, what are you doing here!"
Hearing the sound, Qingyin turned her head to the side.
The Eighth Prince, Duan Yiyun, is the villain who, after Duan Heng ascended the throne, concealed his ambitions and secretly caused Duan Heng a lot of trouble in the later stages.
The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy had already grown more than half his height, but his face still had a little baby fat. His skin was fair and his cheeks were rosy, but there was a grayish mark on his clean face, which made him look a little comical. At this moment, he was looking at himself shyly.
"Your son, Duan Yiyun, greets your virtuous stepmother and fifth sister,"
The girl felt a little uncomfortable seeing a boy who was only a few years younger than her calling her stepmother, so she quickly told the boy to get up.
"Get up."
Then Qingyin and Duan Qinxue noticed that Duan Yiyun was holding a fluffy, white ball of fur in his arms. The little ball of fur stared at Qingyin with its innocent, big eyes, and meowed sweetly, "Meow~"
"Raccoon slave!"
Qingyin and Duan Qinxue's eyes lit up when they saw the kitten; it was such an adorable kitten.
Duan Yiyun looked at the girl whose eyes had lit up, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing dimples on both cheeks. He said shyly, "This is my pet Xiaobai. Xiaobai is lively and likes to run around everywhere. I don't like to restrict its nature, so I have to come to see Xiaobai every day."
"If you and Fifth Sister like it, you can hold it. Little White is very well-behaved."
Upon hearing this, both Qingyin and Duan Qinxue showed a hint of excitement in their eyes.
What's wrong with a kitten being a little lively? That's a cat's nature.
Seeing the empress's interest, Wanrou quickly stopped her, "Your Majesty, this kitten is a wild animal and doesn't understand human speech. What if it scratches you..."
"What's there to be afraid of? How could a kitten hurt me?"
Qingyin interrupted Wanrou, saying casually.
"But Your Highness, if you get hurt even a little, His Majesty will take our lives."
Hearing this, the girl's mood soured, but she still stubbornly said, "Fine, actually I didn't really want to hug a kitten that much?"
Watching the conversation between the palace maid and Consort Xian, Duan Yiyun lowered her eyes and her gaze deepened, a naive smile spreading across her lips: "If you're worried about hurting Consort Xian, why don't I hold Little White and Consort Xian can pet it?"
"Is that okay?" Qingyin's eyes lit up again.
With the Eighth Prince's help, there was little chance of danger. Wanrou softened at the Empress's expectant gaze and said, "Then please ask the Eighth Prince for help."
"Yes, you're welcome." The boy smiled shyly.
Holding Xiaobai, he approached Qingyin and Duan Qinxue.
The beautiful little white kitten, about two or three months old, has fluffy fur like a cotton ball, and bright blue eyes. It's incredibly cute.
Qingyin couldn't wait to reach out her fair and slender hand to pet the kitten. The kitten seemed to like this beautiful woman as well, purring contentedly and gently licking the girl's hand with its red tongue, leaving a glistening layer of moisture on her skin.
The boy, with his head down, greedily and almost obsessively licked the young concubine's hands out of the corner of his eye. Watching the kitten lick those delicate jade hands, Duan Yiyun wished he could be that kitten and carefully lick the young concubine's hands clean.
How lucky! Fourth Brother was able to stay by his stepmother's side for so long, while the rest of us didn't even have the time to be with her.
Qingyin had no idea what kind of lewd thoughts were going through the mind of this cute and innocent-looking boy. She was focused on petting the cute kitten in Duan Yiyun's arms and didn't even know when Emperor Yongqing had arrived.
By the time she realized it, everyone around her had already knelt down and bowed, including the kitten in the boy's arms, which also let out a slow, confused meow, as if responding to everyone: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
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