System: [Ugh, host, do you want me to help you get pregnant again?]
Xie Shizhu: “…”
Don’t get pregnant again, she already has psychological trauma.
Song Yan noticed her absent-mindedness, bit her earlobe, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about, my dear?"
Xie Shizhu shook her head, then thought of something. She placed her hands on Song Yan's chest and said in a negotiating tone, "Your Majesty, I don't want to..."
Before he could finish his words, Xie Shizhu tactfully shut his mouth.
Because this was in ancient times, the emperor's orders were more important than anything else. If Song Yan was angered, he could kill her with just one move.
Even if we don't want another world, at least we still have human rights.
Song Yan stared at her quietly, the corners of his lips stiffening slightly.
Although Xie Shizhu did not continue speaking, Song Yan was a man of such high character that he quickly guessed the second half of her sentence.
He wasn't angry, but asked softly, "Why?"
Xie Shizhu remained silent.
Seeing that she remained silent, Song Yan chuckled and pinched her chin with his fingertips. Their eyes met, and he said, "I think so too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu was stunned.
However, she soon felt sad and uncomfortable.
That is, she can bring it up, but Song Yan can't.
System: [Host, are you being a bit hypocritical?]
She wasn't from this world, and leaving behind anything that didn't belong to her would be a bit disadvantageous to her.
But what about Song Yan?
He was the emperor and needed children, but he obeyed his own words, which showed that he had other plans.
Just as Song Yan was about to kiss Shi Zhu to thank her, he was pushed away by the woman's hand and rolled into the corner, creating distance between them.
Song Yan was slightly startled. Seeing her with her back to him, he felt empty inside. He asked softly, "Shi Jin, what's wrong with you?"
Xie Shizhu held his breath, and finally sat up suddenly, showing an expression other than a smile for the first time.
Her oval face seemed to be stained red with anger, her chest heaving, she bit her lip and said, "I'm not feeling well."
Hearing this, Song Yan hugged her and checked her body from top to bottom.
We thought she was injured in the fire in the library, but when we checked a few minutes later, we found she was safe and sound.
Song Yan pondered for a few seconds and said, "Is he injured internally? I'll call the imperial physician."
Xie Shizhu: "...I feel uncomfortable. Why don't you let me have a child? Do you want Mu Xue to be another concubine, or perhaps a new concubine in the future?"
There was a strange look in Song Yan's eyes. He was not angry about Xie Shizhu's anger, but rather felt a little happy.
He subconsciously hugged Xie Shizhu's shoulders and whispered softly, "No."
Song Yan never felt that Xie Shizhu liked him. He had to lie before to reveal his identity as a spy.
But when Song Yan saw that Xie Shizhu was unhappy because of what he said, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Maybe she has some feelings for herself too.
However, his current situation is not suitable for having children.
After hearing his answer, Xie Shizhu thought about it for a while, and believed him for the time being. Then he hugged the man's strong and thin back, rested his chin on his shoulder, and asked, "Do you still want to try?"
Song Yan kissed the side of her face and said in a low, pleasant voice, "Try."
*
On the day the late emperor was buried, it was winter and extremely cold.
Everyone knelt in front of the mausoleum, and the concubines of the previous emperor who had been required to be buried with him breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as the burial was about to begin, Song Wenyan, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke. He stood up abruptly and said, "After my father's death, as a son, I have never fulfilled my filial duty. Now, I would like to give my father a gift, hoping to fulfill my final act of filial piety."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wenyan asked someone to bring something up, and then two servants brought a pillow made of unpolished jade.
Song Wenyan glanced at Song Yan's face and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, "Your Majesty, I wonder if you can fulfill this wish of mine?"
Song Yan was dressed in white, had black hair, a handsome face, and a slender figure. He looked at Song Wenyan, his lips curled slightly, and he said in a gentle tone, "Okay."
Song Wenyan snorted coldly and looked at Song Yan with hatred.
Then, ignoring the shocked looks of the people, he pushed open the coffin lid by himself.
A fishy smell hit me in the face, which was the smell of a corpse left for a long time.
Song Wenyan covered his mouth and nose and ordered two servants to change the pillow. During this time, Song Wenyan's eyes were rolling around in the coffin.
But there was no so-called imperial edict, only a corpse, which was in a terrible state and looked a bit scary.
The servant replaced the pillow and closed the coffin lid.
At this time, Song Wenyan vomited out of disgust. He held on to a tree with his back hunched.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the late emperor's corpse. There seemed to be a strange stench of corpse lingering on his nose.
Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Song Wenyan's back, and a cold arc appeared on his thin lips.
Then, he glanced at Qi Zian and looked away calmly.
Two hours later, the late emperor had been buried, and snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky.
It fell on everyone's heads and shoulders little by little.
Xie Shizhu knelt on the ground, slightly raised her head, looked at the falling snow, and stretched out a hand to catch the snowflakes, but what she caught was a man's slender palm. She was slightly stunned.
Song Yan took her hand and gently helped her up from the ground.
Mu Xue and the other two concubines who were still kneeling beside them had very bad expressions on their faces.
Among so many people, the emperor only helped Xie Shizhu, which hurt them deeply.
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