Xiao Rong was just sent back. As soon as she entered the room, she knelt on the ground and said, "Princess, please spare my life. I deserve to die. I betrayed you. Please give me a chance to live."
An Qingran sat there, with a faint smile on her lips, her eyes sharp as a torch: "Are you willing to come back? Didn't your new master give you any reward?"
"Master, please spare my life. Xiaorong knows he is wrong." Xiaorong said as he knelt there and kowtowed in fear. At the same time, he cursed in his heart that he was the one who was sold out.
"Rendong, call the steward nanny in and reward Xiaorong with fifty strokes of the cane." An Qingran's voice was as calm as water, and there was no ripple on her face. It seemed that she was speaking like a normal person.
Xiaorong was scared to death when she heard this, and she was afraid that fifty strokes of the cane would be the end of her life.
In the end, she was still dragged out. The sound of the board hitting flesh could be heard along with Xiaorong's screams. An Qingran was still sitting on the chair. She slowly picked up the blue and white porcelain cup, blew it gently, and took a sip. Her eyes were as calm as water, as if she was drinking afternoon tea in the afternoon sun. There were no scary screams at all, and no palace maids kneeling on the ground. Looking at the young lady's demeanor, Rendong vaguely felt that the queen was no more than that. When did she become so powerful?
Finally, the sound of the stick stopped, and An Qingran put down her teacup. She raised her eyes, and her gaze suddenly became extremely sharp: "Ren Dong, drag Xiao Rong to the prison of the clan residence and let her spend the rest of her life there."
Honeysuckle hesitated for a moment, then went downstairs to make arrangements.
The palace maid on the ground began to tremble.
"Now it's your turn. The first one to speak up will be exempted from punishment." An Qingran's voice was still frighteningly calm. Finally, these palace maids climbed up and told us where they were and what they had done.
An Qingran wrote them down one by one. She named three people and said, "I am not worthy of you three. From now on, you go to the butler. If he can't arrange for you, you can just accept your fate."
All three of them were transferred from the Empress Dowager's Palace.
They wanted to say something, but when they saw An Qingran's eyes, they softened and crawled out to pack their things.
An Qingran named another person: "As for you, from today on, don't let me see you again. When you see me in the palace, avoid me automatically. Go and report to the laundry department."
The palace maid also thanked him and left.
The rest of the people had not been through the palace of others. An Qingran looked at them and said, "You have all seen what happened to those who were traitors. I don't care if you have been bribed before. From this moment on, if you are loyal to me, you will have a bright future. If I have meat to eat, you will have soup to drink. If you follow their example, your fate will be ten times worse than theirs. I swear."
An Qingran's gaze swept across each of their faces, like a knife piercing directly into their hearts, making them shiver involuntarily. They only knew to nod, because they felt that if they made any other movements other than nodding, they would be killed without a burial place.
Dongfang Jin had been sitting in the inner room. He wanted to handle this matter himself, but An Qingran put her hand on his chest: "You are the prince, you are a man, do the important things you should do, and I will share the rest for you."
When he heard her say this, he felt dizzy and it was the feeling of happiness.
Finally, everything was done. An Qingran turned and went into the house, lying on the side of the couch in a charming manner: "Prince, are you satisfied with what I have done?"
Dongfang Jin saw the woman in front of him in a purple dress, with a hairpin on her head that was flamboyant and majestic, but now it seemed that the flamboyance just now had turned into mischievousness, and the purple dress made her petite body look mature and charming. At this moment, her fairy-like face was even more beautiful than the peach blossoms on the screen beside her, especially her bright eyes, which opened and closed like a small hand, gently grabbing your heart, again and again, painful and comfortable. Dongfang Jin stood up as if bewitched, with starry eyes and white teeth, walking towards her. An Qingran's heart moved, Dongfang Jin's prince's clothes were so well-fitting, and she only took one look at those eyes and couldn't look away. She had long forgotten the deliberate flirtation she had just shown, and just smiled, watching him slowly approaching in her smile.
Dongfang Jin came closer, lifted her delicate chin, and slid his fingertips across her lips as if unintentionally. The coolness made An Qingran involuntarily extend her pink lilac tongue to lick it, but it was not faster than his fingertips. Dongfang Jin leaned over and gently kissed the tip of her small nose. The pleasant and refreshing smell filled An Qingran's mind at once, and she slowly closed her eyes: "Prince, you haven't answered my question yet..."
The rest of the words were blocked by the prince...
An Qingran lay in the prince's arms, her fingers occasionally pulling Dongfang Jin's hair, their hair tangled together, An Qingran became interested, her shoulders half exposed outside the jacquard lotus quilt, her black hair like a waterfall, covering most of her chest, her black and white eyes full of mischief, it was obvious that she treated the hair as a toy, but the corners of her mouth were raised: "Prince, what did you say to our father yesterday? He didn't blame us Yuanpa for the crime of deceiving the emperor, and helped us avoid punishment?"
Dongfang Jin narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at An Qingran, her fingers gently sliding across her beautiful collarbone: "I told the truth to my father, that's all."
"Without admitting your mistake, and without any guarantee or anything like that?" An Qingran really wanted to know, because this matter was definitely not a trivial matter.
"I don't think we are wrong." Dongfang Jin's tone was firm and not domineering. The corners of his mouth were raised wickedly, and he slowly approached. Before An Qingran could sense the danger, he had already taken her red bean into his mouth, and his tongue slid playfully. His voice was vague and intimate, "My wife, you say that your husband is inhumane, why don't you refute it?"
"Ah? How can this be a rebellion? But, I told them the truth yesterday, saying that you are very humane." An Qingran felt itchy and numb, and she giggled, twisting her body like a little snake.
Dongfang Jin obviously didn't want to let her go. He pinched her with his big hands and wrapped his arms around her slender waist: "Well, I can only prove what you said..."
As he spoke, his lips had already left countless kiss marks on An Qingran's neck, and then he stepped back as if observing his own results.
An Qingran was shy and covered her neck to prevent him from touching her again: "I can't see anyone anymore."
"Let those people be envious. It's their own fault for gossiping." Dongfang Jin frowned, looking a little naughty, but An Qingran could also hear the concern in his words.
She doubled over with laughter: "But this doesn't prove anything. It only proves that you are a good kisser. Or someone with ulterior motives may say that you are trying to cover up your true intentions."
"So you want to prove..." Dongfang Jin turned over and pressed her under him. His long hair fell down, and his enchanting face looked androgynous. An Qingran was surprised at his beauty. Her waist was pulled up, and she knelt right between his waist and abdomen. Their eyes met, so clear, "I, your husband, will prove it to you."
Suddenly stabbed, An Qingran bit her teeth lightly, screamed, and then endured it. She was not in pain, but his hugeness made her a little overwhelmed. She smiled bitterly, and then thought of the rumors, which was simply a kind of irony. She couldn't help laughing, and patted him, asking him to be gentler.
An Qingran's coquettish and shy look made Dongfang Jin almost unable to control himself. He took a deep breath, adjusted his impulse, and rammed into her again and again, watching An Qingran's laughter slowly turn into intoxication, and her delicate body softening into mud in front of him, sweating profusely. That sense of accomplishment was more seductive than anything else...
Imperial study.
When Emperor Yunqi heard Eunuch Huang's report that the prince and his wife were extremely loving, he did not see anything untrue.
Yes, when he recalled what happened that day, he still felt that the prince was fooling around, but he was still concerned and worried that the rumors were true.
He still remembered that day when the prince came to him with a bed sheet and said that the Yuanpa he wore on the day of his wedding with An Qingran was fake, and the one in his hand was the real one. He asked people to check it. Of course, he said he was joking. Then the prince confessed everything, saying that he did it for An Qingran's health and because of his mother's departure. At first, Emperor Yunqi was very annoyed, thinking that this guy was getting more and more daring and even started to lie to him. But after hearing his reasons, he felt that his forbearance was many times better than Prince Kang's unrestrainedness. Therefore, he no longer had any resentment towards him, but a little more pride. This was his and Yun'er's child, and he was really different.
Thinking of this, he nodded slightly: "Eunuch Huang, give the ice silk that the southern tribes presented as tribute the other day to the Crown Princess. Tell her that she has been busy with the affairs of the harem recently and I am very satisfied. This is a reward."
Eunuch Huang smiled when he heard this: "Your Majesty, this is the ice silk that you are reluctant to use. It is used to make clothes in summer, which will keep your skin cool and will not attract mosquitoes..."
"Why are you talking so much? Just send it over." Emperor Yunqi said with a smile.
"But the Queen Mother is also interested in this ice silk. A few days ago, she sent someone to secretly inquire whether the Emperor had rewarded it to the silkworm..." When Eunuch Huang said this, he saw the Emperor's expression and immediately knelt down, "I am sorry for talking too much. I will do it right away."
"Go ahead." Emperor Yunqi waved his hand unhappily. After Eunuch Huang left, he leaned back on his chair, looking very tired, and sighed slowly, "Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager, why are you like this?"
There was helplessness in the murmured voice.
At this time, Concubine Xian came to ask for an audience.
Emperor Yunqi sat up straight and watched her approach, holding a plate of pastries in his hand, always these things, as if he was a foodie.
Emperor Yunqi looked at her calmly, and the look in his eyes made Concubine Xian feel a little uneasy. Finally, she smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I am concerned about your health, so I made some Fuling cake myself. This cake is the best for invigorating the spleen and stomach."
Well, this came from Emperor Yunqi’s nose.
The virtuous concubine hesitated for a moment, placed the pastries on the emperor's table, took two steps back, and stood respectfully in front of the table.
Emperor Yunqi did not take the cakes. His eyes turned from the cakes to Concubine Xian: "If there is nothing else, leave."
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