Seeing Yan Fu anxiously trying to hold her hand, Qiao Yu took a step back calmly, a smile on her lips but so distant and cold:
"I am not strong enough to bear children for Your Majesty, so how could I harm your children out of jealousy? Or is it that Your Majesty cannot bear to see Concubine Qiu and her son separated?"
Yan Fu couldn't find any fault with such generous words for a long time, but he didn't want a gentle and virtuous "wife" who treated him with respect.
"Lan'er, there's no need to be angry with me and hurt yourself. You know that's not what I meant. I'm the one who's wronged you. I'll grant you any compensation you want, except for this one thing..."
"I'm sorry for not thinking it through, but Lan'er wants this child..."
Rather than saying that Qiao Yu's words were a request to Yan Fu, it would be more accurate to say that they were the mumbling of her obsession. For a moment, this beautiful and elegant woman seemed to be possessed by a demon.
"The Empress Dowager has already made the decision, and I cannot make it myself. Your Majesty, please return. I do not wish to pass my illness on to you..."
"Lan'er... I... Hey, you should take a good rest. I will come to see you another day. When did you change your mind..."
Seeing Qiao Yu already sitting on the chair with a dazed look on his face, Zhu Er hurried forward:
"Your Majesty, please go back. Your Majesty needs to take her medicine."
The first servant who dared to chase the emperor away was Lan Chaodian.
Yan Fu glanced at the eunuch who was carrying the medicine, but did not expose the audacious maid he had just seen sending someone to bring the medicine to chase him away.
"Take good care of the Imperial Concubine. If anything happens, please report it to me immediately."
"yes."
Looking at the woman in a trance in the room, a feeling of powerlessness came over Yan Fu. He would rather Qiao Yu quarreled with him, maybe he would know how to coax her.
But now, she felt tired even looking at him for a moment. Yan Fu felt suffocated and helpless, feeling frustrated. He knew Jing Yi was Lan'er's persistent pain, and she hadn't spoken about it because she didn't want him to worry about her. And now, he had hurt her like this...
A long sigh echoed in the Lanchao Palace.
After Yan Fu left, Qiao Yu picked up the dark medicine and swallowed it in one gulp, holding her breath. She was not at the point where she could joke with her life. No matter how bitter the medicine was, as long as it could prolong her life, it would be sweet.
After drinking the medicine, Qiao Yu took the handkerchief handed to him by Zhu'er:
"All of you go down, I want to be alone for a while."
"yes."
The servants looked at each other, really worried about their master, but when they saw the look in Miss Zhu'er's eyes, they had no choice but to retreat.
"You, stay."
"Slave?"
Ying San thought he had misheard when he was called out. Anyone could see that the master was in a bad mood at the moment, and even if someone was left to comfort him, it would definitely not be him.
Maybe he has some instructions.
Qiao Yu fiddled with the orchids on the table. She had always loved these delicate and beautiful flowers, but she didn't like the orchids that filled the room very much.
Because Yan Fu thought she liked it, she must like this fragile and easily withered orchid.
"Your name is Xiaoyue? It's quite vulgar and doesn't suit you."
The name Xiaoyue was a pseudonym used casually to facilitate entering the palace. As for Yasu, it was just an empty name.
But what Qiao Yu meant by this...
Ying San realized that the other party was willing to accept him, and immediately knelt on the ground:
"My humble servant's naming is a bit vulgar, so I beg Your Majesty to give me a name."
He was quite cute with such a cold and modest expression. Qiao Yu couldn't help laughing. She thought all the secret guards were as unlovable as her own Ying Jin, who only answered one question at a time.
"Please convey this message to Prince An on my behalf. I no longer wish to play along with the Emperor. Your Highness, please find a compromise."
"I will definitely do it."
Just as Ying San was about to leave, Qiao Yu called her back:
"By the way, I'll put your jade pendant on the table for now. From now on, you will be called Winter."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the name!"
For the secret guards, nothing in the world is more precious than life, because for people like them, their lives are not decided by themselves since birth, so being alive is naturally a good thing.
The court officials were arguing over border affairs. Although General Xue had been demoted, he still had the support of the Young General.
No matter how useless the Junior Left Commander is, the Xue family has deep roots and cannot be eliminated in a short time.
But if we let the Young General Zuo lead the troops to suppress the barbarians this time, all the previous efforts will be in vain.
Yan Fu was annoyed by their noise and waved Yu Yuanting forward:
"How is the man sent to greet the king?"
This old fox knew that it was difficult to disobey the emperor's order, so he hid in his mansion early on, claiming to be ill and unable to attend court. He has been ill for more than a month.
"Lord Prince An still complained of a headache and couldn't get out of bed today, but he said the Emperor sent someone to pick him up. The prince said he was deeply ashamed of the Emperor's grace and wanted to come and thank him even though he fainted."
The more Yu Yuanting spoke, the more nervous he became, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.
Yan Fu sneered. What emperor's grace was there for him to come and express his gratitude? He had sent imperial physicians to Prince An's mansion every day for consultations in the past month, and sent sedan chairs to pick people up every day, but he didn't seem to feel any guilt.
I've just decided what chips I want.
"Ahem, ahem, long live the emperor..."
Before entering the house, I could hear Yan Qu coughing and wheezing from a distance. He seemed to be afraid that people didn't know he was sick. It would be great if he really died of illness.
Yan Qu pretended to kneel down and salute, but his movements were very slow.
Pretending.
Yan Fu snorted coldly, then smiled warmly:
"Uncle Emperor, please excuse the formalities. We are all family and don't need these empty formalities."
Yan Qu looked up at the little emperor, shook his sleeves, and politely found a seat to sit down.
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