Time flies, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In recent years, the palace has been as calm as a stagnant pool, while outside the palace, under Sheng Jin's rule, everything is thriving and the people are living in peace and happiness.
Chonghua Palace.
On an ordinary autumn afternoon, Liu Lingxi was embroidering flowers while listening to Yeats read a storybook.
Suddenly, I heard a noise outside. Before I could go out to check, the mischievous little guy came running over.
"Yu'er, why are you running so fast? Be careful not to fall."
Looking at the small, bright yellow figure, Liu Lingxi smiled gently, afraid that the embroidery needle might accidentally hurt her precious baby, and quickly threw the things aside.
Yeats also caught the item quickly and put it away properly; he'd honed his skills over the years.
This is a birthday gift that Her Majesty embroidered for His Highness the Crown Prince. It took Her Majesty a lot of effort, so it must not be ruined.
"This servant greets His Highness the Crown Prince."
"Aunt Ye Zhi, you may dispense with the formalities."
Sheng Yu waved his little hand dismissively, then excitedly rummaged through his little schoolbag, finally pulling out a Xiangfei glass phoenix hairpin.
The tassels at the end of the hairpin were also made of Xiangfei-colored jade. They swayed back and forth in Sheng Yu's small hands, making a tinkling sound, like the babbling of a clear spring in summer, which was very pleasant to hear.
“Mother, I did well in my studies today. My grandfather praised my neat handwriting and gave me this as a reward. I’m giving it all to you, Mother.”
"Oh, and here's a handful of golden peanuts, but these are prettier; they make Mother look even prettier."
Sheng Yu's childlike words amused everyone in the hall, especially Liu Lingxi, who knew all too well the level of his calligraphy.
Yu'er is still young and doesn't have enough strength to control the pen. She can barely write a few recognizable characters, yet she's been praised to the skies.
However, this hairpin—
Liu Lingxi didn't want to delve any further. She simply gestured for the servant to take the hairpin, then picked up Yu'er and asked about her studies that day.
"What characters did Yu'er learn today? Are you tired?"
"Okay, Mother, I can write Mother's name now. Mother's name is so hard to write, but Yu'er can. Isn't Yu'er smart?"
"Yes, Yu'er is the smartest. How about you write it down for your mother to see?"
"good……"
After coaxing Sheng Yu to practice calligraphy in the study, and praising him for a long time, Liu Lingxi finally returned from the study and picked up the embroidery frame again.
"Your Highness, should we keep that hairpin for the young prince as a betrothal gift, just like before?"
Ye Zhi glanced at her mistress's face, but couldn't discern any change. As usual, she cautiously asked the question.
Ever since they learned that Liu Lingxi was poisoned, none of the servants around her dared to speak to her, for fear of angering her. Only Ye Zhi dared to say a few words.
Moreover, she understands her master and knows what Liu Lingxi is sensitive about, so she usually doesn't mention it.
Therefore, she was forced to become a storyteller, since some of the storybooks were indeed infuriating.
What kind of man can have several women around him, while a woman can only be devoted to one person and cannot change her affections?
All sorts of noble ladies, princesses, and fox spirits are infatuated with a commoner, remaining chaste for him, while he ends up having many women by his side, living a carefree life.
Or perhaps someone reformed their ways. They were previously promiscuous, having slept with this person and that person, and even taking their bodies. But because they finally fell in love with one person, they were praised as a deeply affectionate person.
She would get angry just reading these things; if she were to read them to the Empress, she would probably be so angry she'd fly to heaven.
These Yeats all need to be sieved out, cough cough, I'm getting off topic.
In short, only Ye Zhi would dare to disturb Liu Lingxi at this time and ask her master's thoughts.
The main thing is this hairpin; it's clearly a gift from someone in the Hall of Mental Cultivation to the Empress. What family would give a woman's headdress as a gift for a child?
This is using the young prince to curry favor with his own mistress.
Ye Zhi understood, and Liu Lingxi naturally understood as well. She didn't even raise her head, continuing to embroider the pattern.
"Yes, put it in the warehouse."
"yes."
Yeats gave orders to carry them out.
The hall fell silent instantly, and Liu Lingxi couldn't help but think of that person.
No one has mentioned him in the past few years, and she should have forgotten about him by now, because she is living a very happy life.
Sheng Changfeng relinquished much of his power and stopped interfering in state affairs, so he spent more time with her.
He was always around her, and the two reconciled. There was no question of a third party.
In addition, her body...
After being poisoned, her health deteriorated significantly, especially at that time, when she seemed to be barely clinging to life, which must have frightened the person.
Over the years, apart from necessary palace banquets, she had never seen him again, and naturally, she couldn't remember him.
However, for some reason, ever since Yu'er started studying, that person has been giving her gifts frequently, and they are all clearly things for women, which Yu'er obviously has no use for.
Children love their mothers the most.
Yu'er was a child who cared about her, so he would come to her every day to show off his treasures and mention his grandfather more and more often.
What does Sheng Jin mean by this?
Could it be—
Has he not given up? Does he still want to repeat the tragedy of several years ago?
Liu Lingxi didn't notice that even though she was angry, she didn't feel anything in her body; the poison showed no signs of taking effect.
She didn't hide this from Sheng Changfeng today.
As a young couple, and with Sheng Changfeng's unwavering love and care over the past decade, they had very few secrets between them.
After the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.
Liu Lingxi, panting, voiced her thoughts, her voice still soft and trembling, which was most likely to ignite Sheng Changfeng's passion.
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