"Who is slow?" Mo Wei frowned, opened his hand, straightened her hair, breathed out gently, and said, "I don't care who likes me."
Hearing this, the corners of Wen Ruyu's raised lips slid down slightly, and there was an elusive meaning in her joking voice. He twisted a strand of her black hair and said meaningfully: "I care."
Mo Wei frowned and glanced at him, saying: "It's inexplicable." After saying that, she started her Qinggong and walked away under the moonlight.
The faint fragrance of a girl lingered around Wen Ruyu, and the smooth green hair on his fingertips was pulled away. He chuckled softly, glanced in the direction of Qinghuang Palace, and turned around to leave.
Ten days later, Bei Gong Lie was lingering on the bed, and his body became increasingly weak. However, Dong Gong Qinghuang received the help of miraculous doctors like Wen Ruyu, and she was properly nursed back to health. She successfully turned around and became pregnant again.
The tonics in the palace were given diligently. In addition to the three palaces and six courtyards, many officials and their female relatives would also pick up the opportunity to fawn over this favored concubine who was pregnant with a "dragon heir".
The morning sun is soft, and the golden light is scattered on the beautiful face. She is sitting on the rocking chair in the backyard, her posture is lazy, and her bright eyes are slightly lost in thought.
Her thoughts returned to last night, and it was the darkness with the candles extinguished again, and a familiar male voice sounded in front of her: "I heard that the queen is looking for me."
The blindfolded Donggong Qinghuang sat upright and responded softly: "You...won't come again?"
The man's voice was still soft: "Your Majesty is pregnant now, and I have no effect on her anymore."
Hearing this, Qinghuang from the East Palace slowly lowered his head and remained silent.
"Your Majesty, don't you want to leave?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
Donggong Qinghuang let out a long sigh and said, "You are gone, but there is no one to chat with me."
"Your Majesty, you will eventually forget me, won't you?"
Dong Gong Qinghuang's intertwined hands slowly clenched. She bit her lip and said, "Just chat with me for a while, just tonight."
"Yes, empress."
"Don't call me empress."
"Yes, Your Highness Princess."
Her thoughts returned, and she raised her hand to touch her belly. She had never seen the father of the fetus in her belly.
"Empress, Xu Liangdi is here."
Dong Gong Qinghuang lazily closed her eyes and said: "Let her come over."
"Yes."
A moment later, a woman in a light blue dress walked forward with brisk steps, bowed to Qinghuang in the East Palace, and said, "See you, Your Majesty."
The rocking chair of Qinghuang in the East Palace swayed gently. He never opened his eyes to look at her, but simply said calmly: "How are you doing recently?"
Xu Qingqian suppressed the bitterness and anger in her heart, showed a faint smile, and said: "Those three people who married into the Prince's Mansion are now deeply favored by Meng Cai. His Highness summons him to sleep with him every night, and he keeps giving him rewards.
That Chu Jiaoli has probably been left out."
Dong Gong Qinghuang slowly opened her eyes and said: "Very good, if she is pregnant with an heir, then her position as Crown Princess will really be lost."
Xu Qingqian had a sad look on her face, she frowned slightly and said, "My Majesty...are you really not afraid that they are pregnant with His Highness's child?"
"Humph." Dong Gong Qinghuang glanced at her lightly, his sinister eyes showing cruelty, "What are you afraid of? If you are pregnant, just find an opportunity to get rid of her."
Prince's Mansion, courtyard.
"Your Majesty, this butterfly is so beautiful." The childish voice carried a joyful smile, and Bai Xue's little finger pointed at the butterfly flying among the flowers.
Chu Jiaoli smiled slightly and raised her hand to touch her head.