Could it be that the Emperor does not intend to take the princess into the harem, but instead grants her a marriage to Prince Yu?
Prince Yu's mind was full of Sheng Xitang, and he muttered, "Brother Emperor, I'm afraid I can't do this well."
Xuan Ling's eyes turned cold, and his tone was unquestionable: "If you can't do it well, get out of the capital."
The hall fell silent for a moment, and no one dared to breathe.
Prince Yu stood up and said helplessly, "Your Highness obeys your command."
The morning banquet ended and it was already nightfall.
In the Yangxin Palace, the eunuch from the Jingshifang held up a green card on a red lacquer tray and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please turn over the card."
Xuan Ling waved his hand and said coldly: "Back off."
He walked into the inner hall and just sat on the dragon couch when he felt his body was hot and unbearable, his heart beat faster, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
How could this happen after just a few drinks?
Could it be that he was poisoned by the nectarine?
"Someone come!"
He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, but his voice was a little hoarse.
Eunuch Fu hurried in and said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Dun requests an audience."
Seeing the emperor's flushed face, he was shocked and said, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"Let Concubine Dun in." Xuan Ling gritted his teeth, his fingers tightly grasping the cuffs of the dragon robe.
After a while, Concubine Dun came in slowly.
She was wearing an exquisite flower-sprinkled cloak, her steps were light and graceful, and she exuded a faint fragrance.
She bowed and said in a gentle voice, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you."
Xuan Ling's eyes were like knives: "What are you doing here?"
"I saw that Your Majesty had drunk some wine, so I brought you some sobering soup."
Concubine Dun's eyes were as charming as silk, and there was a hint of prying in her expression.
"Sober me up?" Xuan Ling stood up and approached. "Are you sending me some sobering soup, or are you sending me yourself to sober me up?"
Concubine Dun raised her head, a trace of panic flashing across her delicately made-up face: "Your Majesty, I am here..."
Xuan Ling's eyes darkened and he ordered, "Take off your cloak."
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