Sheng Xiyan punched his chest with her little fist and started crying loudly:
"I dressed up carefully to come see you. I wanted to apologize to you and see your burned hands, but why are you so angry with me?"
Xuan Ling understood and whispered, "You know everything? My cooking skills are not very good, and I can't satisfy you..."
Sheng Xiyan picked up his hand and searched for the wound with tears in her eyes. Finally, she found two red marks on the index finger and back of his right hand.
She leaned forward with her lips and blew gently on the scar, her voice choked: "Does it still hurt?"
Xuan Ling's heart felt like it was wrapped in the March spring breeze, so warm that it almost melted.
Pretending to act coquettishly, she said, "It hurts, it hurts a lot."
He originally wanted to make her feel distressed, but he saw Sheng Xiyan rummaging through her sleeves, quickly found the golden wound medicine in the yellow bottle, and carefully applied the medicine to him.
When he turned over his palm, he found a long scar inside, with new pink flesh growing out.
She buried her little face in his palm and cried even louder.
Xuan Ling panicked and quickly touched her head: "Yanyan, what's wrong? Are you scared by the scar? Your skin color will be the same after a while."
Sheng Xiyan cried, "Why didn't I notice the wound on your hand? We've been together since we returned to the palace. I'm such a bastard... Wuuuuuu..."
Xuan Ling was delighted and moved, and comforted her softly, "I don't blame you, it's my fault for not telling you."
"How did this wound come about?"
"Empress Dun gave me an aphrodisiac, and I used a dagger to draw blood and scratch the wound. It doesn't hurt, really."
"You're talking nonsense! How can a jeweled dagger that can cut through iron like mud not hurt? Your body hasn't recovered yet, and you're bleeding... and you didn't even tell me..."
Sheng Xiyan finally understood why Xuan Ling always said that she was stubborn and did things without consulting him, leaving him anxious.
Her face was held in his palm, and she cried tears like a river.
Xuan Ling stroked her pregnant belly and said softly, "Be good, don't cry anymore, be careful not to disturb the fetus."
He wrapped her in a goose down cloak, fearing that she would catch a cold, and held her on his lap, coaxing her gently until Sheng Xiyan stopped crying while sweating against his hot chest.
"Yanyan, my original intention today was not to anger you."
"I know you want me to realize the crisis so I can go back to Yangxin Palace with you to take care of the baby, right?"
"Yan Yan is really smart. Actually, I have always remembered what you said about fairness in Bamboo Garden. I didn't understand it at first, but now I slowly understand it."
Sheng Xiyan asked hoarsely, "What do you understand?"
"Actually, you already told me in your dream," Xuan Ling whispered, "In the dream, Xi Yan burned the other flowers, telling the Emperor that there could only be one flower, hers."
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