"But I have things to do tomorrow."
Si Jin grasped his collar, tiptoed slightly, and leaned close to his lips.
He exhaled softly and murmured, "Tomorrow I have to visit all my colleagues' homes. To be an emperor, I have to maintain good relationships with some ministers. Otherwise, I won't be able to get off the bed..."
As she spoke, she reached out and stroked Beitang Linyuan's waist: "It's not quite right."
Beitang Linyuan paused, his breathing quickened by the two actions, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
He picked her up and placed her on the desk, his eyes gleaming slightly: "You don't seem like you want to refuse me."
"It's just getting dark." Si Jin hugged the little wolf cub in front of her. "I'll give you two hours. I need to get to the outskirts of the capital before midnight... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed.
The documents were a bit loose.
The memorials were disrupted, and the hearts of the two were also disturbed.
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Although it is said to be two hours, in reality, one still needs to bathe and change clothes again.
The young guard dared not delay his master's important task of delivering candy, so he reluctantly helped Si Jin change his clothes, making a point of concealing the marks on his neck.
He kept reminding her, "Remember to return to the Prince's Mansion no matter how late it is; you can't stay out overnight."
Si Jin: "I know."
"And you're not allowed to drink alcohol, not even a drop, and you can't get drunk outside."
Si Jin: "I know."
"If someone invites you to a brothel, you are not allowed to go, or you will be arrested and taken to the Dali Temple."
Si Jin: "...I know."
"And... hey hey hey, why did you hit me?"
Beitang Linyuan was thrown out of the room, and after giving Ning Jue a long, worried lecture, he reluctantly left.
It's only seven days, and he never used to take waiting seriously.
Why does it feel so hard to get through this now?
But don't worry, it's the last year.
He will be twenty years old next year and will be of legal age. Then he can come to Jinjin to propose marriage, and in the future, she can take him to celebrate the New Year with her.
After Beitang Linyuan left, Si Jin had Xiao Yao activate pain shielding and went to the camp on the outskirts of the capital feeling refreshed.
I've been busy these past few days of the Lunar New Year, traveling around, and soon it's New Year's Eve.
The old emperor was a man of great sentiments. On the eve of the Lunar New Year, he would always invite the empress, his favorite concubines, and his children to the palace for a reunion dinner.
The seat closest to the emperor was originally reserved for the eldest prince.
Now that the eldest prince has passed away, this position has become the domain of the second prince, Ning Sizhen.
The original crown prince's position was always occupied by him during the New Year, giving him the illusion of being the crown prince.
This was Ning Sizhen's most glorious moment, and he has always been proud of it.
But this time, a five-year-old child was sitting in that seat.
That was the eldest prince's legitimate son, Ning Longxi, the old emperor's most favored candidate for emperor.
Long Xi, inheriting all the hopes of the true dragon emperor, what a wonderful name.
But no matter how good he is, he's still a child from a different generation and doesn't have the right to inherit the throne.
He took two steps forward, and taking advantage of the few people around, he threw the child who had finally managed to climb onto the stool down, coldly scolding, "Go sit in the back, and sit behind your eighteenth imperial uncle according to the rules!"
Ning Longxi looked up in a daze, and finally nodded dejectedly.
His mother died in childbirth, and his father passed away early. Now, his only remaining family member is his grandfather, the emperor.
I originally wanted to be closer to my grandfather, the Emperor, but now...
As they were walking out, the little man was pulled up again.
Si Jin stepped into the hall and pulled the person into his arms: "Where did Xi'er go? Don't fall. Come, sit with Fourth Imperial Uncle."
The little child blinked his big eyes and stared at Si Jin.
With chubby hands clutching Si Jin's collar, she pursed her lips and nodded, suppressing the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.
She's quite resilient; no wonder she's the emperor's most favored heir to the throne.
Ning Sizhen rolled his eyes at Si Jin, sat down, and said sarcastically in a cold voice, "What are you pretending for? You're just envious of my position, but Ning Si Jin, remember this: I'm the second-in-command, and you're just the fourth. If I don't die, you'll never be sitting here!"
Having said that, a sinister smile crept onto his face—
He and the Nangong family have been plotting for so long, and today they are determined to make Ning Sijin die in the palace!
Just then, the old emperor walked in. Seeing Ning Sizhen facing Si Jin, he simply asked, "You two are here so early. What are you talking about?"
Ning Sizhen quickly put on a smiling face and was about to explain to the old emperor when he saw Ning Longxi in Si Jin's arms start crying and pointing at Ning Sizhen, shouting loudly.
"Waaaaah, Grandpa Emperor, my Second Uncle bullied me! He pinched my hands until they're all red!"
"Wow o·( )o·"
The old emperor cherished this grandson the most, and upon hearing this, his face immediately darkened.
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