Concubine Liang took the opportunity to express her feelings: "Your Majesty, Concubine Jia has only been in the palace for a month and is still unfamiliar with the situation. She is a bit impatient. Last night, she was fussing in the Kun Palace because of the revocation of the green card. She even woke up the Empress in the middle of the night. This is very tiring. I beg Your Majesty to punish her lightly and give her a chance to reform."
Xuan Ling glanced at Concubine Liang with an unfathomable expression.
"Empress, the atmosphere of bullying in the palace must be changed. I hope that the harem will be harmonious."
Hearing this, Concubine Shu and Concubine Liang looked at each other, both of them looking thoughtful.
Empress Duan replied respectfully, "Your Majesty is right. I will definitely strengthen management so that the sisters in the harem, regardless of their status, can get along with each other in a friendly and harmonious manner."
Xuan Ling stood up and said majestically, "I will consider and handle the matter of Concubine Jia appropriately. You may withdraw."
"I'll take my leave."
Concubine Shu and Concubine Liang each supported Empress Duan as she walked out of the Yangxin Palace. Their eyes fell on her bulging belly at the same time, and they were each thinking about something in their hearts.
After the queen was escorted to the phoenix sedan chair, they all said in unison: "Farewell, Her Majesty."
Concubine Liang pulled Concubine Shu to her side, wanting to chat with her for a few words. However, Concubine Shu was already upset by Emperor Xuanwu's words and Empress Duan's pregnancy. She hurriedly stepped onto the imperial carriage, leaving only one sentence: "Sister Concubine Liang, I'm a little tired today. Let's talk another day."
Concubine Liang nodded and said, "Okay." She also got on her own bridal chariot and left.
After Concubine Shu returned to Zhongcui Palace, she immediately ordered the palace maids to close the palace door.
"Today, I noticed that the Queen is in excellent health. Could it be that the embroidery thread has lost its effect? Five months have passed, and her pregnancy still looks stable."
Hongxiu asked puzzledly, "The embroidery thread is soaked in hyssop juice, but the concentration is low to avoid detection. Is it because the Queen hasn't been embroidering recently?"
Concubine Shu nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Send someone to secretly investigate this matter."
Her eldest son died on the night of Empress Duan's wedding. How could she tolerate the Empress giving birth to a legitimate prince?
In the side hall of Chuxiu Palace, Hua Xia applied medicine on Sheng Xiyan's knees.
"My lady, do you still want to copy the Buddhist scriptures? The emperor has blamed Concubine Jia, she won't ask for the Buddhist scriptures anymore."
Sheng Xiyan unfolded the rice paper on the low kang table, gently picked up the wolf-hair brush, dipped it in a little ink, and said with a slight smile, "She told me to copy it, so I must copy it seriously."
This Buddhist scripture was not copied for her, but for Emperor Xuanwu to read.
Just as he finished speaking, Meixiang walked in, holding a few plates of exquisite snacks in her hands. She said with a smile, "My lady, the small kitchen has been renovated. These are the first batch of meals prepared by me and Aunt Zhang. Please review them."
Sheng Xiyan took a closer look and saw that each of the date paste pastry, mung bean cake, donkey roll, pea yellow, and poria cocos pancake was made very exquisitely.
He exclaimed in admiration, "You two are both very skilled in cooking. I will be very lucky to have such a delicious meal in the future."
Meixiang said with a smile, "After you finish copying the Buddhist scriptures, these snacks will just cool down and be ready for you to enjoy."
Sheng Xiyan pointed to one of the plates of Poria cocos pancakes and said softly, "Leave this one here, and you can eat the others."
"The young master is so kind to us servants."
Hua Xia walked out the door with a plate of pastries to share with Xiao Zhuozi and Shanhu.
At noon, thanks to the small kitchen, Jiangjiang can enjoy the delicious scallion, bean sprout and minced meat dumpling soup.
The little guy ate with gusto, and Sheng Xiyan deeply felt that adding a small kitchen gave the house a real home atmosphere.
As night falls, the lights come on.
A voice announced from outside the palace: "The Emperor has arrived!"
Before Sheng Xiyan could get up from the couch, Jiang Jiang had already rushed down the stairs impatiently.
Seeing Xuan Ling walk into the palace gate, he spread his short legs and ran towards him involuntarily, his face filled with unconcealable joy.
"Emperor..."
Xuan Ling picked him up.
Eunuch Fu, standing by, said with a smile, "The young master is almost learning to speak, and he's trying!"
Jiang Jiang's eyes sparkled brightly. Although he was a boy and liked to roll around on the ground and play, he was neat and clean, not at all sloppy.
"General, let me take a look."
Xuan Ling looked at his face carefully, trying to find similarities with Sheng Xiyan. It seemed that there were some similarities in every part, especially when he smiled, a faint dimple would appear on one cheek.
At this time, Sheng Xiyan slowly walked into the yard. Without too much makeup, her outfit today looked particularly simple and elegant.
She wore a honey-colored daisy-patterned skirt, which was fresh and elegant. A purple belt tied around her waist added a touch of charm like the finishing touch.
"This concubine pays respects to the Emperor."
Xuan Ling stroked her face and said, "Smile, my dear."
Sheng Xiyan's lips curled up higher as she heard him say, "You really do have a dimple. Both you and your mother have it."
"Your Majesty, have you had dinner yet?"
“I have.”
Entering the hall, a thick stack of Buddhist scriptures on the couch was very conspicuous.
Xuan Ling put Jiang Jiang on the ground to play, picked up the Buddhist scriptures, pulled up her hand to look at it, and saw that the base of her thumb where she held the pen was a little red.
Gently massaging, he said lovingly, "Stop copying. Why are you so honest? You copied when someone asked you to come back?"
Sheng Xiyan smiled and said, "I have been copying Buddhist scriptures these past few days, and I have found it to be a very enjoyable thing. It can calm my mind, soothe my heart and cultivate my nature, as if everything in the world is beautiful."
Xuan Ling pulled her into his arms and sat her on his lap. He hadn't smelled her scent for two days, and now he was eager to do something.
He stroked her knee and asked in a deep voice, "Does your leg still hurt? I have already punished her."
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