Golden bell?
In the dim candlelight, Sheng Xiyan seemed to see a golden bell bracelet faintly appearing on Xuan Ling's wrist - exactly the same as the one Xue Qiong was wearing.
My heart sank suddenly, as if it was submerged by a cold tide.
"This stinky dragon is still thinking about her when he sleeps. He is already in the grass camp but his heart is still with her."
Sheng Xiyan bit her lip, feeling an unbearable bitterness in her heart.
She thought that perhaps because she was pregnant and the fetus was unstable, Xuan Ling did not dare to tell her - "I have fallen in love with another woman."
Her entire chest was filled with coldness. She pulled his arms away, moved her heavy body with difficulty a few times, and lay down with her back to him.
My fingers unconsciously stroked my bulging belly, and my heart was in a mess: Will he announce publicly that he likes another woman after I give birth to the baby?
In fact, he was the emperor, so it was normal for him to take concubines and be interested in other women.
What she found hard to accept was that he had once vowed to her - to love only her in this life.
It is this oath that is so difficult to accept.
The baby in the belly seemed to sense the mother's mood and began to stir, forcing Sheng Xiyan to lie down and change position.
As he moved, the jade ruyi under the jade pillow fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Xuan Ling woke up with a start and quickly stood up, his voice hoarse with sleep: "Yanyan, are you okay?"
When Sheng Xiyan heard his gentle voice, her heart broke and she covered her face with her arms and sobbed.
"Yanyan, why are you crying again?"
Xuan Ling was anxiously looking for a handkerchief to wipe her tears, but couldn't find one, so he had to pull up the sleeves of her bright yellow ancient satin and gently wipe her tears.
The two of them were wearing exactly the same sash, which looked like a large size and a small size.
"Babe, did you have a nightmare? Talk to me."
He reached out to hug her, but she slapped him in the face.
Xuan Ling was stunned for a moment, touched his face, and was not angry.
Instead, he took her hand and kissed it, then asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
The person who beat the other person burst into tears instead.
Xuan Ling stretched out his arms and with great effort placed her on his legs, holding her horizontally.
His belly is round and bulging, like a small watermelon.
Xuan Ling comforted him gently: "Yan Yan, dreams are all fake, they don't count."
Sheng Xiyan sobbed, but was asking herself in her heart: Is it true or false? Doesn’t it count?
What she wanted to ask was that the fact that he liked Xue Qiong didn't count?
Xuan Ling kissed her cheek and said gently, "Baby, you'll be free after you give birth in four months. Hang in there, okay?"
He believed that Sheng Xiyan's mood swings were caused by the advanced stages of her pregnancy.
Sheng Xiyan hugged his neck and begged, "Xuanlang, please don't change your heart, okay? I'm really afraid of your cold eyes."
Xuan Ling gently stroked her trembling body and said with heartache, "How could I change my mind? Absolutely not. My whole heart belongs to Yanyan. Do you want me to take it out and show you, is your name engraved on it?"
He held her face with his right hand, kissed her closely and gently, and soothed her sad cries.
"Or, I swear, if I change my mind about Yanyan, then heaven will punish me..."
Sheng Xiyan quickly put her hand on his lips and stopped him, "Stop talking."
Changing one's heart does not depend on swearing or cursing. Love is a warm thing, but it loses its flavor if it relies on rules.
Sheng Xiyan whispered, "Your Majesty, you don't need to swear. If you change your mind, I won't ask you to pay any price."
Xuan Ling rubbed his chin against the top of her head.
He was moved by Sheng Xiyan's kindness, and she was even more generous than him.
In the past, when he felt that she didn't love him enough, his actions seemed so narrow-minded.
Looking down at her, her beautiful face appeared particularly deep in the candlelight.
His eyes were as deep as the abyss, but they only reflected her shadow.
"Yanyan, your husband will never change his mind. Please believe me, okay? You are so beautiful, the one I have been longing for my whole life. How could I fall in love with someone else? I just want to stick with you forever.
Soon, we will have children, and our lives will be so perfect. Love will never diminish, it will only grow stronger."
Sheng Xiyan hooked her fair and tender hands around his neck and asked hoarsely, "Really? Will you love me more and more instead of getting tired of me?"
"I will only love you more and more... Yanyan is my sweetheart..."
The emperor's long, crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped, casting a fan-shaped shadow of affection and doting on his white jade face.
He patted her gently and coaxed her, and soon, Sheng Xiyan fell asleep with tears still in the corners of her eyes.
Xuan Ling gently laid her down, his slender fingers gently stroking the soft hair on her forehead, and whispered, "Baby, you've worked hard."
He placed a gentle kiss between her eyebrows, reached into the quilt, and gently pinched her legs and feet. He could feel that they were a little swollen.
After kneading for an unknown amount of time, he fell into a deep sleep.
The next afternoon, Hua Xia and Mei Xiang happily put a snow fox cloak on Sheng Xiyan.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor said he wants to give you a surprise. I'm sure you'll be very happy."
"What is it?" Sheng Xiyan asked curiously.
As the two men helped her out of the door, they saw the imperial carriage parked by the garden.
Xuan Ling was wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with a golden dragon pattern today, and a cloak with a black fox fur collar, which made him look tall and slender and his temperament was awe-inspiring.
Her face was as delicate as a jade carving, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she strode towards me with a gentle smile on her lips.
"Yanyan, it's a rare sunny day in winter today. How about I take you for a walk?"
He took her hand and placed it to his lips.
Eunuch Fu approached with three people, the leader of whom looked like a court painter.
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