Jiang Ling was silent.
The emperor has rarely left the palace recently, and all the spies and accomplices in the palace have been cleared out, leaving them no chance to take action. So they came up with a way to lure the emperor out of the palace.
It seems that the protagonist involved in planning this matter must be someone who is close to the emperor and trustworthy.
Not only does she have the status and qualifications to entertain the emperor or dine with him, she also has the opportunity and status to persuade the emperor to leave the palace for a trip.
Is it the Duke of Anguo?
After all, he was the one who organized this poetry reading.
Or the Duke of Qi?
This poetry meeting was held in his family's villa.
Jiang Ling frowned, unable to make sense of what was going on.
Seeing her serious expression, Zhou Jing'an became nervous as well, "Ling'er, what happened?"
"You're still feeling uncomfortable somewhere, Ling'er, please don't bear it."
Jiang Ling rubbed his brows, feeling helpless in the face of Zhou Jing'an's nervousness.
Ever since she became pregnant and was kidnapped, Zhou Jing'an wanted to stay by her side every day to protect her.
The number of guards at home had increased several times, and he would return home immediately after finishing his official duties. Some official duties were even handled at home, and he would postpone the usual social banquets whenever possible. The last time Cheng An came, she joked with her that her brother complained that because of Jiang Ling, Zhou Jing'an no longer liked to be with them.
He was always so cautious that Jiang Ling felt like a national treasure.
Jiang Ling grabbed his collar and gently pulled it down, and Zhou Jing'an leaned down according to her force.
He kept asking her if she felt uncomfortable or had any troubles. Jiang Ling tilted her head and kissed him on the lips.
With just a gentle touch, Zhou Jing'an stopped talking.
Jiang Ling reached out and touched his lips, then nodded in satisfaction as she watched him calm down in a daze.
"Okay, now tell me about the poetry gathering. I'm fine, so don't ramble on."
Zhou Jing'an pursed his lips, and the nervousness and anxiety he had just felt disappeared in an instant. The warmth that touched his lips and left seemed to still be there, making him stunned for a moment.
He murmured, "Okay, as long as Ling'er is fine, you can ask whatever you want to know."
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