"Your Majesty, I know I have humiliated you in public today. I am guilty. I have no complaints about any punishment Your Majesty wishes..."
Xuan Ling smiled coldly and mocked:
"Concubine Chen, you haven't finished speaking yet. I know what you want to say. You've laid out so much groundwork, but what I really want to ask is—how can Qi Yan's poison be cured? Is it true or not?"
After being together for more than a year, he understood her to some extent.
Sheng Xiyan put her hands on the ground and sobbed for a while.
She has been worried these days but dared not say it. Now she has to say that Qi Yan's condition will only get worse after today.
He looked up and said:
"Your Majesty, I went to the Sutra Library and searched through all the ancient books. They mentioned a soul-stealing poison that has no antidote.
A poisoned person is like a puppet until his energy is exhausted and he dies.
I beg Your Majesty to think of a way to save A Yan..."
Xuan Ling angrily scolded:
"Why are you begging me? On what grounds do you beg me?"
Sheng Xiyan said resentfully:
"From the time I first met Qi Yan until now, the person he talked about most every day was the Emperor.
How much he adores you, how much he loves you,
I even laughed at him, thinking that in my previous life I was a woman who loved you. Because of her deep love for you, she regards you as the most important person in this life.
Now that he is poisoned, doesn't the emperor feel sorry for him?"
A cold smile on her red lips,
"I forgot that you are the supreme ruler, the emperor who is high above us.
Ayan is just a minister to you. You have many more generals. Without him, it won't cause any loss."
Xuan Lingfeng's eyes widened angrily and turned red, and he wanted to slap her twice.
This is how she thought of him?
For the sake of her ex-husband, she accused him of being ruthless.
"Sheng Xiyan, the emperor is inherently ruthless.
The imperial throne is icy cold. If I am not cold-blooded and ruthless, how can I sit on it firmly?
Qi Yan, he is useful to the country and to me, I love him,
If it is useless, I will discard it.
Lift your head.
Look at the mountain of memorials on the table. Qi Yan is not the only one among my subjects."
Xuan Ling walked to the carved window, stood with his hands behind his back, and felt the cold wind for a while.
His back is as straight as a pine tree, standing proudly, as if all difficulties are suppressed behind him.
He and Sheng Xiyan,
Love is not perfect,
The hatred is not pure.
He walked slowly towards the throne and stopped in front of the kneeling woman.
"Sheng Xiyan, you understand Qi Yan's difficulties, understand his suffering, feel sorry for him, and empathize with him.
But you can't see my suffering and pain.
Go back to Guanju Palace."
The solemn and majestic tone, the power of the emperor, is chilling.
Xuan Ling walked to the throne and sat down, then picked up the memorial to read.
Sheng Xiyan fell to the ground and kowtowed.
He walked out of the Yangxin Palace with a staggering gait.
"My lady, are you okay?"
Hua Xia was worried and kept waiting outside the palace.
Holding her, Sheng Xiyan seemed to have exhausted all her strength and was about to fall down.
After the ceremonial procession arrived, Eunuch Fu came running over.
"Empress Chen, I am risking my own life to tell you that you have misunderstood the Emperor.
The Emperor has been trying his best to find someone who can cure the soul-stealing poison these days, but there is no confirmed news yet.
The Emperor didn't tell you because he was afraid you would be disappointed."
Sheng Xiyan looked at the bright light in the hall, her dark eyebrows trembled, and tears fell.
Xuan Ling said that she didn't understand his suffering and she really didn't put herself in his shoes.
Because he was the emperor, he looked so high and mighty and arrogant, which made her forget that he was a person who needed to be loved.
It’s just that human emotions are uncontrollable, and she couldn’t just ignore Qi Yan when he was in danger.
My heart seemed to be torn in two, blurred with blood and tears.
Xuanlang, I understand your heartache, so I feel my excuses are futile.
I feel guilty for disappointing you.
"I understand."
"Ah, this servant hopes that you and the emperor will live in harmony. Don't worry, this servant will try to speak well of you."
"Thank you, Eunuch Fu,
The weather is getting colder. I've placed a thicker silk garment in the left compartment of the wardrobe so His Majesty can change into it before bed tonight. The ginseng tea recipe is in the drawer of the side cabinet."
"I've made note of this."
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