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Although it was getting late, in order to complete the adjustment of border patrol personnel as soon as possible, Song Chenyu and Privy Councilor Zhao Ququ discussed the matter in the imperial palace before returning to the East Palace.
However, he went to the study again after returning because there were still memorials that needed to be checked.
Dusk, wrapped in moisture, drifted into the East Palace, dyeing the glass lamps on the window lattices into a ball of warm mist.
Song Chenyu was hunched over his desk, reviewing the last memorial. The tip of his pen hovered above the three words "disaster relief silver." He couldn't resist the tiredness and leaned back on the chair covered with cloud-patterned brocade cushions.
The gilded incense burner on the desk emitted a scent of sinking water, mixed with the faint scent of ambergris from the hem of his clothes, condensing into a mass in the humid air.
When the door knocked softly, his eyelashes trembled, but he did not open his eyes.
The Crown Princess has been having trouble sleeping these days. Could it be that she came to the study to find him?
A slightly cool hand came in from under his sleeve and gently tugged at his loose belt.
The force was awkward, unlike the Crown Princess' usual gentleness.
She was pregnant, and her fingertips were always a little swollen and soft.
But Song Chenyu thought about these hands in a daze.
A muffled sound escaped his throat.
"Fuyao."
His arms instinctively reached out and pulled the person into his arms.
"Your Highness."
The woman's voice trembled, and her warm breath brushed against his jaw.
Song Chenyu smiled with his eyes closed, his fingertips touching the other person's waist.
The Crown Princess was pregnant and her waist was plump, but it was surprisingly thin.
Cold sweat soaked his shirt and he suddenly opened his eyes.
Under the candlelight, the girl's blue clothes were wrinkled into a ball.
Looking at her face again, her oval face looked a bit timid, clearly not her Fuyao!
“Who are you?
Why are you here?!"
Song Chenyu pushed her away, and the back of the chair creaked.
He staggered to sit up straight, the hem of his robe slipping down his arm, revealing his tense wrist bones.
The warmth that he had mistakenly thought was in the Crown Princess's arms was still burning on his skin, but now it felt like he had swallowed a piece of ice, leaving him cold from his heart to his toes.
The woman knelt on the ground.
“Your Highness, spare my life!
My name is Di Qier.
The Imperial Concubine said you've been overworked these days, so she sent this servant to bring you some soothing tea."
She sobbed and cried,
"I saw you were asleep and wanted to cover you with a coat, so I touched your clothes."
"Bringing tea?"
Song Chenyu picked up the paperweight on the desk, and the jade bottom made a crisp sound when it hit the gold brick.
"A palace maid trespassed into the East Palace study late at night?"
He glanced at the torn collar of his clothes, his Adam's apple rolling.
"The Crown Princess is pregnant, and I only allow her to serve me closely every day.
You are so good! "
The voice was as cold as a knife.
"Are the rules for being alone just for show, or do you not know respect and inferiority?"
Di Qier was so frightened that she was shaking all over, with her forehead pressed to the ground.
"This slave deserves death. This slave just sees you are cold."
"cold?"
Song Chenyu stood up, and the sole of his boot rolled over the cloth she had dropped.
"Get out and get twenty lashes!"
The door slammed with a deafening roar, and Di Qier crawled out.
Song Chenyu stood there, looking at the bronze candlestick that was tilted on the ground.
The softness that he had mistaken for someone else was still burning on his skin, mixed with the embarrassment of being offended, making his eyes ache.
He bent down to pick up the book that had fallen on the ground, and saw the amulet that the Crown Princess had sent him a few days ago tucked between the pages, with a white pearl hanging on the silk ribbon.
She put it on herself, saying it would ward off disaster for him.
"Fuyao."
He called out softly, clutching the amulet in his palm, his knuckles turning white.
The moment he accidentally embraced someone in his arms was more embarrassing to him than any punishment.
After all, there was no one else in the world who could make his breathing soften while he was dazed.
"Ma Chong, from now on, no one is allowed to enter the East Palace without my order."
Song Chenyu said sternly outside the house with a dark face.
"yes."
Ma Chong hurriedly pushed the door open and walked in.
Song Chenyu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
"What time is it?"
"The hour of Hai."
Ma Chong lowered his head.
Song Chenyu didn't expect it to be so late. He originally wanted to finish his work early so that he could go accompany Fu Yao, but he didn't expect that he fell asleep without realizing it.
Then he hurried out of the study.
When I pushed open the door and the copper bell on the eaves rang softly in the evening breeze, I saw Fuyao curled up on the couch and sleeping soundly.
The gauze curtain was half lowered, and the dusk that crept into the room was like silk soaked in water, softly wrapping half of her cheek.
Song Chenyu knew that she always had trouble sleeping because of her pregnancy, and sometimes she didn't want to sleep in bed and would rest on the bamboo couch.
When Qing Ning saw the prince coming back, she quickly turned around and left the house.
At this moment, Fuyao's eyelashes are long enough to hang down, casting a shadow like a butterfly's wing under her eyes.
With the lightest tremor of breathing, it seemed as if it would flap its wings in the next second, but it lazily stayed where it was.
Song Chenyu lowered his gaze and suddenly felt a little distressed when he saw her increasingly bulging belly. His irritable mood slowly calmed down.
He hurried forward, picked her up gently, and walked towards the bed.
He slowly placed the person on the bed, took off his coat and held the person in his arms.
The scent of her body made him nostalgic and fascinated.
After a while, Fuyao felt that the people around him had stopped moving and their breathing gradually became smoother, so he opened his eyes.
Since she became pregnant, she always left a dim light on in her bedroom at night in case of emergency.
The dimmed candlelight left only a bean-sized halo, which happened to fall on half of Song Chenyu's face. Fuyao looked at him like this.
The brow peaks were still handsome, but without the sharp edge that they had when he was awake. Now they stretched out like two sheathed swords, leaving only a very shallow indentation between the eyebrows.
Her heart suddenly ached, she wasn't sure in whose bed she would wake up one day with this face.
Suddenly, Song Chenyu's Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed.
"I woke you up."
Fuyao quickly turned her head away from looking at him.
"I'm tired, let's go to sleep."
When he woke up early the next morning, seeing that the person next to him was still sleeping, Song Chenyu got out of bed quietly.
Only after Fu Bangyao had wrapped the corner of the quilt did he feel at ease and leave the house.
In Feiwei Palace, Concubine Feng had just finished washing up when she heard footsteps. When she looked up, her eyes were still a little sleepy. She saw that it was the prince.
"Chen Yu."
Song Chenyu stood in front of the couch, his Adam's apple moving.
"Mother."
His voice was muffled, but every word was clear.
"Did you send the maid last night?"
Consort Feng paused.
"I saw that the Crown Princess was pregnant, and I was worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep well at night, so I asked someone to bring you some calming tea."
"Bringing tea?"
Song Chenyu suddenly laughed, with a cold tone in his laughter.
"I was asleep leaning back in my chair when she came into the study.
She dared to pull my clothes and touch my belt.
The person that my mother taught me well is here to be a thief?"
Concubine Feng's face darkened.
"I was worried that you would be tired. You handle official duties during the day and accompany the Crown Princess at night. I was worried that you would be too tired."
"It's none of my business whether I'm tired or not!"
Song Chenyu took a step forward, and the oriental pearls on his crown dazzled his eyes.
"The Crown Princess is well-educated and well-mannered, she will make the arrangements herself.
My mother sent a maid into the study in the middle of the night. Did she not trust her, or did she not trust me to be able to protect myself?
Concubine Feng finally stood up, holding onto the edge of the table.
"Chen Yu, you are the crown prince, I am doing this for your own good."
"For my own good?"
Song Chenyu suddenly knelt down on one knee.
This action startled Concubine Feng so much that she almost managed to hold him up.
"Have you ever considered Fuyao's feelings?
She’s pregnant!”
He raised his face, his eyes bloodshot.
"Besides, you are also a woman. Don't you remember how you felt back then?"
"This is something I discussed with Fuyao."
She whispered.
"Have you discussed it?"
Song Chenyu stood up stiffly, and the hem of his clothes dropped the scriptures copied by the imperial concubine last night onto the ground.
The door creaked shut, and Concubine Feng looked at the scriptures scattered on the ground. She knew that some heartache was inevitable in such a deep palace.
After leaving Feiwei Palace, Song Chenyu walked absent-mindedly on the way to the imperial palace.
The words of Concubine Feng just now came to my ears again. It seemed that Fuyao knew about this matter and agreed to it.
He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest!
He really married a generous wife who spends all day thinking about pushing her husband to other women.
It was like this before and it is like this now.
The more he thought about it, the deeper his frown became.
As she had no appetite, Fuyao reluctantly ate a little lunch, and then planned to go for a walk in the Imperial Garden accompanied by Qingning.
But just as they reached the corner, they heard a low laugh.
Fuyao looked up and caught a glimpse of two people standing by the garden not far away.
The man's figure was very familiar to him, but it seemed like he saw the woman for the first time.
She is dressed elegantly and has a beautiful figure.
Standing face to face with Song Chenyu, both of them turned sideways towards Fuyao.
Although I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, I could tell from their expressions that they were happy.
Fuyao only vaguely heard the woman call Song Chenyu, Brother Chenyu.
It was also the first time he saw Song Chenyu looking at a woman other than himself so happily.
"I suddenly feel tired, let's go back."
Fuyao's eyes were dim.
She suppressed her emotions and turned to walk in the opposite direction.
As soon as she and Qing Ning entered the East Palace, they saw Ma Chong walking behind them.
"Why don't you see His Highness?"
Qing Ning spoke seemingly casually.
"oh."
Ma Chong's brain was spinning rapidly.
"Your Highness has important matters to discuss with several ministers, so he sent me to take the unfinished memorial back to his study."
How many ministers?
Isn't she just a woman?
Qing Ning couldn't help but feel sorry for the Crown Princess.
Upon hearing this, Fuyao did not respond and turned into the bedroom.
Just as he placed the memorial on the table, Ma Chong saw Qing Ning walk in with a sullen face.
"Your Highness was clearly chatting with a woman just now, why did you say you were discussing matters with the ministers?"
Qing Ning glared at him.
"ah!"
Ma Chong didn't expect his lie to be exposed so quickly, so he scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Who is that woman?"
Qing Ning knew that the Crown Princess was unhappy because she saw them together, so she wanted to find out for her.
Ma Chong looked at Qing Ning helplessly, "She is the daughter of the Zhao family, Zhao Lingzhi."
As the two were talking, Fuyao walked towards the study.
"Princess."
Qing Ning heard footsteps and turned around quickly.
"I have nothing to do, so I'll find some books to read."
Fuyao smiled lightly, and her jade-white cheeks were rippled with a beautiful curve.
She came to the desk and remembered that she had read a very interesting book a few days ago, so she wanted to read it again.
Ma Chong and Qing Ning saw that she was smiling and walking slowly, and they thought she must not have heard what the two had just said.
But the trembling hand searching for a book on the bookshelf betrayed the owner's mood at the moment.
Fuyao didn't know what was wrong with her?
It’s obvious that in the past, when he was happy, he would laugh heartily, and when he was unhappy, he would lose his temper.
But now I have to hide my emotions, even when facing Song Chenyu.
If she saw him being intimate with another woman in the general's mansion, she would definitely say something to him.
But now I don’t know why I have retreated!
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