That night, the palace cabinet - Silijian.
The supervisor in charge of the imperial edict archives used a key to open a cabinet, which contained all the imperial edicts from the previous emperor's reign. Two trusted ministers knelt down and searched through them one by one.
Xuan Ling tapped the table lightly and casually opened the imperial edicts from the previous emperor's time. Some of them were still fresh in his memory.
Half an hour later, Lord Li knelt down and presented, "Your Majesty, we found it. Please take a look. These are the imperial edicts left by the late emperor when he passed away."
Xuan Ling opened them one by one and when he read the third letter, the content was exactly the same as the one the Queen Mother was holding.
He rolled it up, stood up and said, "Remember, anyone who dares to reveal a single word about what happened tonight will be killed without mercy."
"Your Highness understands."
In the rear hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, although it was early spring, a gilded charcoal stove was placed in the hall, making it feel like a warm spring.
Xuan Ling walked in and saw that there was no place for him on the dragon couch.
Yu Chen and Le Zhao were close to Sheng Xiyan, and the innermost one was Jiang Jiang, who was holding Yu Yan in his arms.
Xuan Ling bowed and looked at them one by one. Hmm, they are so cute, delicate and exquisite, and full of spirit. They are worthy of being the children of me and Yanyan.
When I walked around to the inside and saw Jiang Jiang, a complex feeling surged in my heart, including self-blame and pity. I leaned over and kissed Jiang Jiang on the forehead.
Touching his slightly sweaty hair, he said, "Baby, your father will definitely treat you as his own son and even treat you the best."
Jiangjiang gritted his teeth and patted Yu Yan in a serious manner.
Xuan Ling was filled with emotion. Ever since Sheng Xiyan entered the palace, he had been hoping that she could give birth to their child. There had been many twists and turns in the process, but now his wish had finally come true. What a happy scene this was.
Sheng Xiyan opened her hazy eyes, reached out to him, and was picked up by him.
Xuan Ling said jealously, "If you leave the children here, where will your husband sleep?"
Sheng Xiyan hugged his neck and just laughed, "Hehe..."
Gradually waking up, he suddenly remembered something and began to rummage through his clothes.
Finally, he found a yellow scroll in the wide sleeve on his right side. He opened it impatiently and said angrily, "How could the late emperor be so foolish?!"
Xuan Ling covered her mouth and said, "How dare you say such disrespectful words? What if others hear it?"
Sheng Xiyan rubbed his neck, "Hehe, anyway, the emperor is protecting me, no one dares to do anything to me."
Xuan Ling smiled helplessly.
Carrying her to the charcoal stove, Sheng Xiyan threw the secret decree in. The yellow silk cloth burned and quickly turned into ashes.
"Yan Yan, are you relieved now? Imperial edicts are always issued in duplicate. Without this copy, the one in the Empress Dowager's hand can be considered an invalid fake."
Sheng Xiyan felt relieved and offered her red lips, but Xuan Ling pretended to be proud and turned his head away.
"Oh, don't be angry. I shouldn't yell at you. The Emperor is my good husband and a good father to our children. Just give me a kiss..."
Sheng Xiyan held his face and kissed him first on his forehead, then on both cheeks, the tip of his nose, and his chin.
Xuan Ling still didn't smile, and asked seriously: "Do you know what sentence you said that made me most angry?"
Sheng Xiyan said dishonestly, "I don't know."
Then she put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Xuan Lang, I won't run away. I can't bear to leave you because I love you and I love you very much."
Xuan Ling held the back of her head, rubbing his cheek against hers, and asked in a low voice, "Is it healed? Is it okay now?"
Sheng Xiyan bit her lip shyly and whispered, "I think it's okay..."
He carried her to the table and kissed her madly...
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a "wow" and Xuan Ling hurriedly protected Sheng Xiyan, pulled her clothes up, and blocked her behind him.
Jiang Jiang rubbed his eyes, "Mother? Mother? My younger brother and sister are crying!"
Xuan Ling coaxed, "General, don't worry about it. Go to sleep. Father will ask the wet nurse to take your younger brothers and sisters to feed them."
Sheng Xiyan hid behind him and laughed. Xuan Ling quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up before shouting outside, "Come in."
In an instant, three wet nurses came in with their heads lowered, wrapped the three babies in small quilts, and carried them out nimbly.
Xuan Ling sighed: "It was better in the past!"
But after this commotion, he sobered up a lot and held Sheng Xiyan's face in his hands: "Baby, although you have recovered quickly, we should wait a little longer until you are out of confinement. That will be better for your health. You must take good care of yourself these days and strive to give me a plump and beautiful woman."
Sheng Xiyan curled her lips and touched her waist, "Xuanlang, feel my waist. Is it thicker than before? There are still a few lines on my belly that haven't disappeared. Would you mind?"
Xuan Ling pulled back the quilt, leaned in close and kissed the stretch marks, telling her with his actions how could he dislike her? He loved her so much that he couldn't wait.
On the dragon couch, Xuan Ling hugged Sheng Xiyan and thought: Since the Queen Mother has decided to seize the throne, it is not enough to just burn the imperial edict. He has to make more thorough preparations.
The next day, the emerald parrot in the Cining Palace flapped its wings on the gilded stand, and the empress dowager nonchalantly put a jade hairpin into the birdcage to tease it.
When Rong Guiyi led Yu Mo over the threshold, the sunlight was shining obliquely on the kingfisher-inlaid phoenix hairpin on the empress dowager's temples, casting a cold blue cast.
"Your concubine pays her respects to the Empress Dowager." Rong Guiyi bowed and quietly squeezed Yu Mo's palm.
Seven-year-old Yu Mo immediately knelt down and said, "Grandson pays respects to the Empress Dowager."
The Queen Mother paused, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the child's frail body: "Get up."
She gestured for the maid to bring some candied fruit. "I heard Mo'er has been reading the Analects lately?"
Yu Mo was about to speak when Rong Guiyi spoke first, "Reporting to the Queen Mother, Mo'er has been able to recite most of it. The Grand Tutor praised his talent..."
"Oh?" the Queen Mother asked, "Yumo, tell me, what does 'a gentleman is not an instrument' mean?"
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