Xuan Ling saw that she was crying so sadly and was afraid that she might have a miscarriage, so he waved his hand and asked the servants to leave.
He bent his noble waist, knelt on one knee in front of Sheng Xiyan, took her hand and rubbed it against his lips:
"Baby, you can hit me or scold me when you're angry, but don't cry so sadly, okay?"
He took her hand and hit himself in the face.
Sheng Xiyan burst into tears and pulled him with her hand.
Xuan Ling took advantage of the situation and sat beside her. He held her in his arms and stroked her head to coax her: "Baby, be good, don't cry."
He sucked the tears from her cheeks with his thin lips and said casually, "I ate a mouthful of rouge and powder. Yanyan, will I be poisoned?"
Sheng Xiyan's cheeks were wet, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, and she sobbed and asked, "Why are you looking at her?"
Xuan Ling was stunned. "Who? Who did I look at? There were so many people here, I just took a look around to show my authority."
This evil dragon has seen the woman, why doesn’t he admit it?
Sheng Xiyan broke free from his embrace and turned away: "Go away, don't touch me."
Xuan Ling forced her to turn over and said sternly, "Sheng Xiyan, have you had enough of this?"
"Haven't you seen Xue Qiong? Your eyes are almost popping out of your head. She's beautiful, isn't she? The Emperor can take her into his harem right now without even waiting for Prince Teng to return!"
Xuan Ling wondered if he had glanced at Xue Qiong while she was dancing. Was Sheng Xiyan jealous?
"Sheng Xiyan, didn't you also watch her dance?"
Sheng Xiyan smiled speechlessly at his accusation, "Stop talking! I'm going back to Guanju Palace. Your Majesty, please go to the Yangxin Palace. Don't worry about me!"
Xuan Ling raised his thin lips and slowly approached her. He didn't dare to use too much force and gently pinched her chin: "Sheng Xiyan, you want to go your separate ways again? I won't allow it."
He kissed her fiercely. Sheng Xiyan struggled for a few times, but was kissed by him and sobbed.
Maybe words are pale, but the feeling of skin touching is real.
The wet heat pecked her neck,
He confessed with all his heart,
"Yanyan, you are so beautiful, I want you..."
"Yanyan, I am so obsessed with you, I am hopelessly fascinated by you..."
Sheng Xiyan's anger gradually dissipated and she regained some sense of security.
Perhaps she was overthinking it. Xuan Ling saw Xue Qiong thinking about the Wusun tribute? Was it about foreign diplomatic matters? That was also possible.
She tried her best to convince herself: He hasn't changed his mind, don't scare yourself.
At night, candlelight flickered in the Yupeng Hall.
Xue Qiong sneered while holding the black box.
The two personal maids were the dowry servants she brought from Wusun. They asked in confusion:
"Princess, the Emperor was poisoned by the love poison, why did he still accompany the Imperial Concubine?"
"Yes, shouldn't we announce on the spot that you will be canonized as a consort?"
Xue Qiong smiled strangely and said:
"The love poison won't make the emperor fall in love with me immediately. This is its subtlety, allowing no one to notice.
Today, I took advantage of falling to throw the love insect into the emperor's wine glass, and then poured him wine. The bitter taste of the snake gall in the wine perfectly covered up the fishy smell of the insect.
As the last step, I pretended to spill wine, and when I wiped it off, I used my fingernails to pick up vine juice on his sleeves. The vine juice can accelerate the insects' penetration into the skin."
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