Sheng Xiyan did not avoid it and looked her up and down. The emperor liked different styles, such as the quietness of Empress Duan, the dignity of Concubine Shu, and the beauty of the eldest prince's mother Rong Xiuyi. But Shen Wanrong in front of her looked so sick that she would fall down at the slightest breeze.
One can't help but wonder, what does he like about her?
You have to find a direction for your future performances, right?
Shen Wanrong was waving a round fan. The fan had a very delicate surface and a handle made of coral jade. It was not something she could enjoy on her position. It must have been a reward and was not among the rewards given by the Empress and the Empress Dowager today. It must have been a reward from Emperor Xuanwu.
Sheng Xiyan and Min Meiren were about to leave, but Shen Wanrong said, "It will take some time to move things here. Can I go to Sister Shengpin's place to rest?"
She is now the most precious person in the harem who needs protection. How can I refuse? There is no reasonable reason.
Sheng Xiyan said with a smile: "Sister Wanrong, if you don't mind my son making noises, then please leave."
Shen Wanrong said softly, "It's okay."
Her maid Yue'e supported her and went to Chuxiu Palace with Sheng Xiyan and Min Meiren.
"Sister Min, you should come too."
"Okay, Sister Shengpin."
As soon as he entered, Jiang Jiang ran over to Sheng Xiyan and hugged her. Sheng Xiyan quickly pulled him to the side for fear of touching Shen Wanrong beside her.
In fact, there was still half a person's distance, but Shen Wanrong was so frightened that her legs went weak.
Yue'e said sarcastically, "Be careful, kid. Don't touch our young master. Our master is pregnant with the royal heir. Do you think she's the same as you?"
This was too harsh to hear. Sheng Xiyan's expression changed in an instant. "Tell me, what did you mean by that last sentence?"
Yue'e had been feeling rather flattered these days because her master was pregnant with the dragon fetus. She squinted and said, "Isn't it just a posthumous child? It's only slightly better than a bastard. After all, he's just a commoner. How can he compare to the heir to the throne?"
Sheng Xiyan handed Jiang Jiang to Hua Xia, walked up to Yue E without any expression and slapped her face, saying harshly:
"It's true that he's a posthumous child, but he's not a bastard. Although he's not as precious as an heir to the throne, he's betrothed to the eldest princess. If you, a servant, speak rudely again in the future, I'll beat you up the first time I see you. Remember that?"
Shen Wanrong sneered: “Shengpin, I am of a higher rank than you, how can you hit my people in front of me?”
Yue'e was encouraged and immediately said, "That's right, when you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner!"
Min Meiren pulled Sheng Xiyan and persuaded her: "Sister Sheng, please admit your mistake to Sister Shen."
Shen Wanrong was waiting for Sheng Xiyan to give in, but she didn't expect that she made a gesture of invitation towards the main hall door. She had properly invited her to come and rest, but instead she made up a story about someone else's precious son. This didn't make sense.
Shen Wanrong pointed at Sheng Xiyan with her fan, "Okay, Concubine Sheng, I've taken note of your arrogance today. Let's go!"
She took Yue'e away, and Concubine Min said nervously: "Sister Sheng, you have a very bad temper. Shen Wanrong is now pregnant with the emperor's heir. What will you do if she goes to the emperor to complain about you?"
Sheng Xiyan actually felt a little regretful. Her position was not as high as Jiang Jiang's, and Jiang Jiang was pregnant with a dragon fetus. She had a very noble status, so she should have endured it. But she couldn't help it when she encountered Jiang Jiang's matter.
Counting the time, five or six days have passed since the day I drank with Xuan Ling, and I haven't seen him in the harem again.
Do you want to go to the Yangxin Palace to see him tonight?
Sheng Xiyan took a wet handkerchief to wipe Jiangjiang's hands, which were covered with dirt. As expected of a boy, he was very naughty and kept crawling and rolling everywhere.
Meixiang brought out some tea and snacks and advised, "My lady, the emperor hasn't come for several days. Would you like to think of a solution?"
The time is ripe, but today when she heard that Shen Wanrong was pregnant, Sheng Xiyan felt that the emperor was really dirty. She didn't know how many women he had slept with. She really wanted to take a look at the Chengxing Book in the Jingshifang.
The Chengxing Book records the menstrual dates of concubines and the emperor's requests for overnight stays with them, so that it can be verified when an imperial heir is born.
Who knows which concubine he has slept with in the past few days.
But he is the emperor. Aren’t the three thousand beauties in his harem meant for him to sleep with them one by one in order to have children?
Qi Yan was still the best. He had promised her that they would be together for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately...
Sheng Xiyan led Jiang Jiang into the palace and asked, "How about mother sleeping with you tonight?"
Jiang Jiangle ran happily to the inner hall, kicked his short legs, stuck out his little butt, and climbed onto the flower and bird bed with nanmu flower frame.
Although he couldn't speak yet, you could tell from his expression that he was expressing his feelings about how soft and fragrant his mother's bed was.
Sheng Xiyan changed his pajamas and muttered, "Forget it, don't think too much about it. What a mother wants is not a man's love, but a stable life. Why bother about this? Right?"
Patting him to sleep, his little face was chubby and drooling. Sheng Xiyan grabbed a handkerchief from the table beside him and wiped it for him.
After wiping my saliva, I realized that this was the silk handkerchief I had used to express my love for Xuan Ling. There were eight little red dots on it.
I threw it casually to the window. Forget about your admiration. With so many women, anyone who gives you his true love is a fool. Wouldn't he be mad with anger when he falls out of favor?
But she couldn't think about Qi Yan either, because that would make her sad.
She kissed Jiang Jiang's little face and said, "Mother only misses you, no one else."
To coax the emperor to raise Jiang Jiang was Sheng Xiyan's lifelong pursuit.
In the Yangxin Palace, Xuan Ling walked into the inner hall wearing a light yellow nightgown with dragon patterns. She had just bathed and was not wearing a golden crown. Her black hair was loose, making her angular face look even more handsome and unparalleled.
He held a long box in his hand.
Sitting on the dragon couch, he crossed his legs and opened the long box, which contained a stack of his portraits.
Looking at each photo one by one, subtle emotions can be seen from time to time in the eyebrows.
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