I thought of the not-so-clear memories of my childhood.
Didn't his mother hold him like this and comfort him? But after he left her, there was no one to comfort him anymore.
Hua Xia saw that this was not okay, as it would affect the little master's performance. She took the ceramic ball from the toy box, shook it and said to coax him:
"Young Master, let me take you out to play, okay?"
Jiang Jiang held Sheng Xiyan's neck tightly and refused to let go. Nothing was more important than his mother.
Xuan Ling patted his head and said, "Jiang Jiang, go play. Daddy will coax Mommy into good health. Be good."
This father treated him gently, but also had the majesty of an emperor. He was obediently carried out of the inner hall by Hua Xia.
Hua Xia gave Mei Xiang a wink, and the palace door was closed.
There were only two people left in the hall.
Xuan Ling held up Sheng Xiyan's face and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes with the slightly calloused tip of his thumb.
"Yanyan, if you keep crying, my heart will break. Is there anything else besides the sachet? Tell me and I will take care of it for you."
Sheng Xiyan crossed her arms in front of her to protect herself, and Xuan Ling only then realized that when he hugged her and stroked her back, it seemed that she was not wearing an ordinary underwear.
Looking again, the originally straight and graceful figure became flat, and the clothes seemed much emptier.
"Yanyan, what are you wearing today?"
"Nothing, Your Majesty, please don't ask..."
Sheng Xiyan sobbed and hid to the other side. Xuan Ling stretched out his slender arm and felt something wrong inside her clothes.
After a while, he said in surprise: "Yan Yan, are you wearing a chest wrap?"
She bit her lip and said nothing, just crying.
"It's so uncomfortable, why do you do this?"
He asked gently, his voice so soft he wasn't going to scare her, because she already felt like she was about to break at any moment.
Sheng Xiyan's tears were like pearls, which could not be scattered and fell down drop by drop.
After a long while, she spoke incoherently, "Today the Emperor bestowed upon me the imperial gifts. First, Consort Jia came and took away four pieces of silk, and then Sister Dun came and forced two pieces of Xiangyunsha upon me. When I asked why, she said she was short of fabric."
Waste of fabric?
"The cloth I gave Yanyan as a reward is already plenty, it won't be insufficient."
"I told her the same thing, but she said...she said..."
Sheng Xiyan wanted to say something but stopped herself, crying even more aggrievedly.
Xuan Ling held her shoulders and said, "This Dun Shuyuan actually complained first. How despicable! What else did she say to make you so sad? Yanyan, tell me boldly."
"Wow... She said that the two ounces of flesh on my chest was a waste of fabric and mocked my ugly figure..."
When Xuan Ling heard this, he couldn't help but look at the front of the satin dress with plum blossom and cloud pattern. Of course, beauty comes from curves.
"She's talking nonsense. Dun Shuyuan is a gossipmonger. I will definitely punish her severely."
Sheng Xiyan was like a flower that had been struck, her eyes filled with tears, and she said pitifully:
"Your Majesty, I originally thought she was talking nonsense, but after thinking about it carefully, the sisters in the palace who have children with you or are pregnant are all frail and weak, so Your Majesty must like thin women. Am I too ugly? Wuwuwu..."
Xuan Lingmu's mind went blank.
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