Inside Jingren Palace, Eunuch Fu raised his voice, his tone cold and hard: "The Emperor's original words were these - I do not need any reason or evidence to punish anyone."
"Your Majesty, please step aside and let the guards continue the execution."
Qingdai's face turned pale, and she cried bitterly without tears: "Your Majesty... take care, this servant will go first, Your Majesty, this servant's mother..."
Empress Duan nodded slightly, with tears of fear in her eyes.
Qingdai, don't worry, I will have someone take care of your mother until the end of her life.
She stood aside trembling, watching the board fall again and again. Qingdai's screams echoed in the hall, and her flesh and blood were blurred until she was completely silent.
Empress Duan was moved by Qingdai's loyalty, but was frightened by Emperor Xuanwu's brutality and ruthlessness.
Eunuch Fu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I will return to report to the Emperor. I will take my leave."
Empress Duan was trembling all over, holding the hand of a palace maid, and almost fell down.
She climbed onto the Phoenix Chariot with great difficulty, feeling as if her soul had been drained away. The Emperor Xuanwu's scolding seemed to echo in her ears: "No matter how perfect you do it, it will be useless. I will kill you if I want to!"
She was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her forehead and body.
Jijingxuan.
As soon as Sheng Xiyan woke up from her nap, she saw the palace maids bringing in a large basket of memorials.
Xuan Ling strode in and asked softly, "You're awake now. How do you feel? Are you still dizzy?"
Sheng Xiyan lay in his arms, sweet and soft: "Much better, no longer dizzy."
Xuan Ling stroked her face and said with a smile, "Then accompany me to read the memorial."
Sheng Xiyan asked with a wicked smile, "Isn't it forbidden for the harem to interfere in government affairs?"
Xuan Ling tapped her nose lovingly: "You are not someone else."
Sheng Xiyan blinked: "Of course, everyone except me is someone else."
Xuan Ling stared at her with a smile in his phoenix eyes, and said firmly: "Isn't a loving couple the most intimate relationship?"
Sheng Xiyan asked with a smile, "What about the saying 'the closest and most distant couples'? How do you say it?"
Xuan Ling opened a memorial and said firmly, "That's because they didn't maintain a good relationship. You and I won't do that."
Outside the hall, plum blossoms are fragrant, and inside the room, a gilded stove with red charcoal is burning brightly. A porcelain basin of dew is placed on the stove lid to prevent the air from drying out.
Sheng Xiyan accompanied Xuan Ling to read the memorial for a while, and suddenly she tilted her head back, pouting her red lips, with a charming look on her face, as if begging.
Xuan Ling put down the red brush, gently pinched her chin with his calloused fingertips, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Be good, it's not enough yet. When you are well, I will love you again."
Sheng Xiyan pinched him: "What? It's not this."
Xuan Ling raised an eyebrow: "Then what for?"
Sheng Xiyan said in a delicate voice: "I want to wash my feet."
Xuan Ling stood up and stretched. "My eyes are sore from reading the memorials, so I'll wash your feet."
Sheng Xiyan shook her head: "You don't have to wash it, Hua Xia and Mei Xiang can help me wash it."
Xuan Ling shouted outside, "Someone, bring some hot water."
After a while, Hua Xia came in with a golden basin, and Mei Xiang held moisturizing oil and a brocade handkerchief in her hands.
Xuan Ling dripped almond oil into the warm dew, took off Sheng Xiyan's silk stockings, and gently stroked them: "Why are your feet still so cold even though you're covered with a goose down blanket?"
Sheng Xiyan smiled brightly: "So you want to soak your feet."
Xuan Ling frowned: "Is it because the charcoal stove is not burning vigorously enough?"
Sheng Xiyan shook her head: "No, it's because I don't move around and I sit all the time, so my blood circulation is poor and my hands and feet are cold."
Xuan Ling placed a pair of beautiful lotus-like jade feet into the golden basin and gently scooped water: "Yan Yan, your Jiao Jiao is so beautiful."
He wiped her dry with a soft cloth and leaned in to kiss her.
Sheng Xiyan's heart skipped a beat and she covered her face with her hands.
Xuan Ling asked with a helpless yet infatuated smile: "Are you shy now? It's not like I haven't kissed you before."
He poured skin care oil into his palms and gently massaged the delicate skin.
After some operations, he walked over and pulled Sheng Xiyan's hand away, but found that her eyes were wet. He said in panic: "Yanyan, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Sheng Xiyan hugged his neck and sobbed, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable, it's that I want to cry, I'm scared."
Xuan Ling asked softly, "What are you afraid of?"
Sheng Xiyan whispered softly, "When people are very happy, they get afraid, afraid of losing this happiness. Xuanlang, I'm afraid that one day you won't love me anymore, and I'll be very sad."
Xuan Ling stroked her head and said firmly, "Silly girl, how could that be? I will always love you and cherish you forever. Don't let your imagination run wild."
He hugged her, held her tender and tempting lips, and told her that his heart would not change.
After ten days of pregnancy care at Jijingxuan, Sheng Xiyan was able to walk around.
After noon.
Xuan Ling came back from the Hall of Supreme Harmony and walked into the warm room. He saw the mother and son with their heads huddled together, eating happily with their plates in hand. There were also a few empty white glazed plates next to them.
Xuan Ling got anxious and scolded, "Sheng Xiyan, why did you eat so much Sushan?"
Sheng Xiyan hurriedly turned around and said guiltily, "It's over. I've been discovered. Didn't I say I'd be back after dark today?"
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang were so frightened that they knelt on the ground. They licked their lips and said innocently, "Father, Mother only ate two plates. I ate the rest."
Xuan Ling walked around the chaise longue chair, snatched the half-plate of cherry jam crumbles from Sheng Xiyan's hand, and asked coldly, "Is this the second plate?"
Sheng Xiyan nodded vigorously, but Jiang Jiang added: "This is the third game."
Xuan Ling's face was filled with anger, but he couldn't bear to scold his beloved woman.
He scolded, "Are the two serving men dead? Watching your master eat something cold like this?"
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang had no choice but to listen to the advice.
Sheng Xiyan pulled Xuan Ling's hand and begged in a tender voice:
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