Sheng Xiyan touched the knot at the back and put on the satin dress with plum blossom and cloud pattern. When she looked down, her originally firm breasts became flat. She covered her lips and laughed softly.
"My dear, aren't you afraid of wearing out the Emperor's patience?"
Sheng Xiyan said firmly, "For men, the harder it is to get something, the more they will cherish it. If it's too easy to get, they won't cherish it. Isn't the emperor calm even when I see your lap? I'll tease him."
Emperor Xuanwu wanted to talk about love, so how could she not cooperate?
Tonight, she will use her advantage to strike back at Dun Shuyuan, while at the same time tempting Emperor Xuanwu to become unable to stop...
Half an hour later, it was night and the palace lanterns were lit.
The imperial carriage stopped outside Guanju Palace.
As soon as Xuan Ling came down, Dun Shuyuan came forward, wiping her tears with a silk handkerchief and crying, "Your Majesty, I can't live any longer, wuwuwu..."
Xuan Ling said coldly: "What's wrong?"
Dun Shuyuan stretched out her right cheek, and Eunuch Fu behind her shone a lantern in his hand, only to see a long, thin bloodstain on her cheek.
"How did you do that?"
Dun Shuyuan said aggrievedly:
"Today, the Emperor bestowed upon me fragrant cloud yarn, and I was particularly delighted. But Sister Sheng came to the side hall and said she had no fragrant cloud yarn, and that the Emperor was partial, and wanted to snatch both pieces of fragrant cloud yarn away. I offered to keep one and give her the other, but she refused. The Emperor's grace was a precious gift to me, and I was reluctant to let her take it all, so I fought with her and ended up scratching my face."
Xuan Ling stopped and glanced at the scratch on her cheek. "Are you saying that Sheng Xiyan scratched it? To steal the silk?"
I wondered, would Yanyan, who was so delicate, get into a fight? Well, I still remembered that she had a fight with Gao Shurong on Changjie when she first entered the palace.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I know Sister Sheng was impulsive and scratched my face with her nails. Please don't blame her. My wound will heal in a few days. It's a pity that I can't enjoy the imperial gift Your Majesty gave me."
Dun Shuyuan cried and followed him all the way to the main hall door.
Xuan Ling said, "Go back and apply medicine on your face first."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Outside the main hall, someone announced, "The Emperor has arrived!"
Xuan Ling walked in puzzled, and saw Xiao Zhuozi playing on the swing with Jiang Jiang.
As soon as Jiang Jiang saw the tall man in the dragon robe appear, he jumped off the swing and ran towards him with a giggle.
She walked up to him, raised her little head, and grabbed the edge of his robe, "Father... hold me..."
Xuan Ling looked inside the hall. The lights were on, but Sheng Xiyan did not come out. It was becoming increasingly unruly. No concubine dared not to come out to welcome the emperor, not even the pregnant queen.
He picked up Jiang Jiang and held him in his arms, "Jiang Jiang, where is your mother?"
He played with his collar with his chubby hand, "Inside..."
I want to see what this woman is doing.
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang said respectfully, "We welcome the Emperor."
Xuan Ling carried Jiang Jiang into the palace. The table in the flower hall was covered with silk cloth, and two pieces of Xiangyun gauze were particularly eye-catching.
When I walked into the inner hall, I saw Sheng Xiyan kneeling on the ground with her head lowered.
She doesn't seem to be in a good mood.
He walked over, and Sheng Xiyan said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, your concubine respectfully welcomes you."
Is this the sound of crying?
Xuan Ling reached out and pulled her up. No one in the palace had ever stood up from their knees to pay their respects, so he would extend his hand to help her up.
There were two clear lines of tear marks on Sheng Xiyan's snow-white cheeks, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had been wronged.
Xuan Ling put Jiang Jiang on the couch, took her hand and they both sat beside the couch.
Seeing her lowered head, her eyes were misty, as if she was about to cry.
"Yanyan, tell me why you are crying?"
Sheng Xiyan moved her seat to the other side with fear, which made Xuan Ling full of confusion and pity.
He guessed that she was sad because of the sachet. When he received the return gift, he was disturbed by the fake letter and did not show any joy. He even ignored her for two days.
Holding her hand, he said softly, "Yanyan, I like the sachet you gave me. Look."
Sheng Xiyan glanced over and saw the ugly azure blue sachet hanging in the most conspicuous place on the jeweled jade belt.
But she still lowered her head and bit her lip.
"Yanyan, I'm sorry for not visiting you these past two days. I'm very satisfied with this return gift."
He didn't mention the letter. He didn't want to tell her about its contents. He thought they only had each other.
Sheng Xiyan knew that it was Dun Shuyuan who was causing trouble, and the things that could cause Xuan Ling's displeasure must be the words related to Qi Yan.
The two of them kept it a secret.
Xuan Ling took a step closer to her, stroked her face and said, "Yanyan, you feel wronged, don't you? You worked so hard to embroider the sachet, but you haven't received any praise from me..."
Two pearls came out of her eye sockets, sparkling and clear, which made his heart tremble. He regretted being too stingy and letting her down.
Sheng Xiyan stretched out her fingers, whimpering in grievance. There were several red and swollen spots on them.
Xuan Ling picked up his delicate fingers and gently blew on the red spot, then held her in his arms with heartache, "It's my fault for making Yanyan sad."
He was the emperor, yet he admitted his mistakes twice in a short period of time.
Jiang Jiang came over and put his little head close to his mother. Seeing his mother crying, he also started to shed tears.
The two suddenly heard a child crying loudly behind them.
Sheng Xiyan suddenly sat up from Xuan Ling's arms.
The two saw Jiang Jiang crying and reaching out to Sheng Xiyan for a hug.
One was crying fake tears, the other was crying for real. Milk ball thought his mother had suffered some great injustice, and the mother and son hugged each other and cried.
Xuan Ling thought he was a cold-hearted person, but he was touched by the scene at this moment.
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