"Are the servants in the Empress's palace so incompetent?" His voice was neither warm nor cold.
I heard that Su Wanwan was always excellent in palace etiquette and manners, a model of virtue, but now she can't even hold a teacup steadily.
Was it done on purpose?
The Empress's tender expression froze for a moment, her gaze darting over the teacup before she said awkwardly:
"Sister Wan's leg injury has just healed, and she is indeed not very reliable. I will not use her anymore."
Su Wanwan's voice trembled slightly:
"This servant is foolish and stupid. I beg Your Majesty and Empress to punish me and banish me from the palace..."
Lu Xingjian interrupted her directly, his patience exhausted, and his tone was a bit fierce.
"go out."
"Yes." Su Wanwan felt as if she had been granted a pardon. Without looking up, she bent over, carrying the tray, and took a few difficult steps back before turning to leave.
Lu Xingjian glanced at her limping gait and found it particularly irritating.
He looked down at the person in his arms.
His gaze gradually turned cold.
The hand gripping Xia Xueyi's shoulder tightened.
"oops……"
"Your Majesty, please be gentle..."
Xia Xueyi couldn't withstand the force of his hand, and her voice trembled as she reminded him, as if she were a delicate flower that couldn't withstand the wind and rain.
Su Wanwan's heart suddenly contracted.
My eyes welled up with tears.
As she turned to turn, her foot stepped on the hem of her skirt, and she stumbled, about to fall.
We're doomed.
She closed her eyes helplessly.
The next moment.
The expected fall did not occur.
His body remained firmly in place.
She opened her eyes and saw that he had grabbed one of her slender wrists.
The tray in his hand had fallen, and the tea in the teacup had spilled out.
The man stood beside her expressionlessly.
His undergarment was soaked by the spilled tea.
Su Wanwan's body immediately tensed up.
But inside, he was secretly laughing with smug satisfaction.
Excellent, the tea was poured perfectly.
Just the right amount, the perfect location.
As long as Lu Xingjian hasn't lost his sense of smell, he can smell the aroma in the tea.
She glanced at him.
Her large eyes seemed to speak volumes, their gaze shifting with a melancholy intensity before finally settling on his wet clothes.
The man maintained a serious and cold demeanor, not even glancing at her directly. Once she was steady, he released her and turned to walk towards the bed.
Su Wanwan lowered her eyes and bent down to pick up the tray and teacup.
Empress Xia never expected that Lu Xingjian would suddenly push her away.
Seeing him sit back down on the edge of the bed, Xia Xueyi forced herself to calm down and quickly gave the order:
"Sister Wan, stop tidying up, you can go out now."
She shouldn't have kept this woman around until now.
It's a pity about that cup of tea.
Otherwise, even if the Emperor realized there was something wrong with the tea, he could have shifted the blame onto Su Wanwan.
"Yes." Su Wanwan's legs could no longer support her squatting down.
She dragged her injured leg, which was already numb with pain, and walked quickly outside.
His limp worsened.
A barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips.
Isn't Xia Xueyi good at pretending to be kind, generous, weak, and innocent?
It's best to fill it completely.
The instant the door closed.
The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly eerie.
All the previous romantic and ambiguous feelings vanished.
Lu Xingjian sat on the edge of the bed with his long legs bent, exuding an aura of "keep away".
Xia Xueyi dared not snuggle into his arms any longer, forcing a smile.
"Is Sister Wan's leg injury a lingering injury from when she took a beating for Gu Ziyu back then?"
She could sense Lu Xingjian's care and pity for Su Wanwan.
She was very jealous.
But she was even more afraid of being blamed for his anger.
We need to quickly shift the blame for Su Wanwan's leg injury.
Lu Xingjian looked at her, his emotions gradually darkening.
His expression turned completely cold.
Xia Xueyi finally became frightened, and her body trembled weakly twice.
She had never seen him so angry before, as if she had touched a raw nerve.
Tears welled up in her eyes instantly:
"Brother Xingjian, I...I just love you too much..."
Su Wanwan, who was outside the house, only heard a tearful voice say, "Brother Xingjian."
He chuckled to himself, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
No wonder he liked to force her to call him "Brother Xingjian".
So that's what Xia Xueyi calls him in private.
So delicate and pitiful, which man could bear to harden his heart?
Xia Xueyi was indeed capable enough to become empress.
Lu Xingjian was moved by her, and it wasn't impossible for him to stay and consummate the marriage.
Su Wanwan was completely exhausted, and her injured leg was so painful that it was numb.
They walked out of Kunning Palace with difficulty, but did not know where to go.
The palace servants in Kunning Palace all kept their distance from her, as if she were some kind of plague.
The look he gave me was laced with mockery.
Clearly, she is extremely unpopular here.
As is customary, a sixth-rank official would be assigned a small residence to himself outside the palace gate on the north side of Jingshan Hill.
But the palace gates were already closed, so she couldn't go out.
Perhaps the Crown Prince's Palace can take her in for one night.
But it's quite a distance from here to the East Palace, and her legs might not be able to support her to walk that far.
Raindrops began to fall from the sky.
The autumn wind blew, and I couldn't help but shiver.
She walked to the covered walkway outside the Kunning Palace and sat down.
I plan to rest for a while and avoid the rain.
We'll think about finding a place to stay later.
However.
She still had wild thoughts: would Lu Xingjian stay here overnight, or would he leave after a one-night stand?
He should be able to tell the aphrodisiac scent in the room, right?
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