As soon as Concubine Zhen left, Xia Jie's expression suddenly changed. From gentle and affectionate to full of ice, it only took a moment. After putting Yi Fang in his arms on the bed, Xia Jie turned around and was about to leave, but was caught by someone.
Sleeves. Xia Jie lowered his head and met a pair of big, misty eyes with a bit of stubbornness. Xia Jie was shocked, thinking of the woman who sang and danced on the high platform with a soft face.
"What's wrong."
Yi Fang loosened his grip on Xia Jie's sleeve, his eyes wandered, and his hand wrapped in white cloth was placed by his side, as if he was trying hard to sit up. Xia Jie looked at her stubbornness in her efforts and found it inexplicable.
It felt dazzling. He stretched out his big hand and lifted Yi Fang up and leaned on the soft cushion.
Xia Xia looked down at Yi Fang, only to find a timid dodge on her peach-blossom-red face. He held Yi Fang's hand and whispered softly, "Tell me what's wrong."
Are you unwilling to let him leave? It was so uncomfortable as taught in the nightmare just now. A woman who was always so strong suddenly became so fragile. Xia Jie always felt that this made him feel that Longyang Palace was controlled, and his dignity
The offended anger increased even more.
Yifang looked at Xia Jie, her eyes sparkling, and her lips opened and closed, as if something was very difficult. It was not until she saw Xia Jie's encouraging eyes that she spoke softly.
"Your Majesty, where is the child?"
Xia Jie frowned, "What kid?"
What are you talking about? Looking at it like this, are you really awake? If you are awake, why are you talking about children?
Xia Jie's eyes glanced sharply at the imperial doctor standing next to him, and his anger suddenly rose to the highest point.
Before Xia Jie could open his mouth to reprimand, his arm was already tightly grasped by a pair of smooth and delicate hands, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, where is she, the child who is waiting for me to bathe?"
At this time, Xia Jie finally understood what Yi Fang meant by the child. Seeing Yi Fang's foggy eyes looking at him longingly, he suddenly felt his throat tightening. Naturally, he didn't care about the life or death of a palace maid.
But he didn't expect that Yi Fang would be so excited. The first thing he did after waking up was to question the palace maid.
However, the palace maid was already dead in Lan Tang Pavilion. When he carried her out, she did not ask any questions or respond. If she really cared, why did she ask now?
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