In Zhaoyang Palace, the harmony between the emperor and the empress is staged every day.
And only Murong Shun knew that Qin Wan'er was no longer here and was just claiming to be sick.
A month has passed in a daze, and Murong Shun felt a little missed in his heart, but for the sake of the overall situation and the stability of people's hearts, he could only rescue him secretly.
Stepping into this hall, there are waves of fragrant breeze
Murong Shun took a deep breath, as if he could feel Qin Wan'er's breath. However, when he opened the curtain, he saw several women wrapped in gauze kneeling in front of him. Their fair bodies exuded endless charm, which was obvious.
It has been carefully selected
Murong Shun slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the palace maid Ling Yan who was serving that day. She was wearing very plain clothes and had light powder on her face. She had been deliberately dressed up.
"Slave, please see your Majesty." Ling Yan saluted and smiled slightly.
"These people, haha, what do you mean?"
Murong Shun looked at the naked women kneeling on the ground with great interest. A slight smile appeared on his face, but no one noticed the look of disgust flashing through Murong Shun's eyes.
Ling Yan didn't notice at all and said:
"I thought that there were very few beauties in the emperor's harem, and there was no one to serve him these days, so I made the decision and asked Eunuch Xiaofuzi to select these pretty maids to serve him."
"Really?" Murong Shun gently lifted Ling Yan's chin and said, "It seems that these days in Zhaoyang Palace, you are still somewhat of a master."
Ling Yan still didn't notice the dissatisfaction in Murong Shun's tone, and her face was slightly shy, "It is the right thing for a slave to serve the emperor."
Murong Shun smiled slightly, then turned and shouted coldly: "Drag Xiao Fuzi down and kill him with a cane."
This sudden anger made Ling Yan startled. She looked at Murong Shun in astonishment, wondering why.
"A slave is a slave and can never become a master. Do you understand?"
Ling Yan was slightly startled, seeing the evil look in Murong Shun's eyes, she lowered her head and fell on the ground, her tone became trembling, "I don't dare, I understand."
Murong Shun glanced at the complaining Chun Se, and then looked at Ling Yan's slightly stunned expression. The anger on his face gradually subsided, and he smiled.
"In this case, these people should step back. I don't want this to happen again. Do your duty."
"Yes." Although Murong Shun's tone was extremely calm, it revealed endless oppression. No, Ling Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but shudder.
The group of women wrapped in gauze all retreated. Ling Yan raised her head slightly, glanced at Murong Shun, and said, "I have something to say, I don't know whether I should say it or not."
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at Murong Shun's nonchalant look and continued: "This slave is pregnant with the emperor's child."
Murong Shun was slightly surprised. This sudden child brought Murong Shun some surprises, but he was thinking more about Qin Wan'er.
After careful calculation for some days, the people led by Ling Qingyun should have arrived at the border.
Ling Yan looked at Murong Shun's slightly lost expression, knowing that he must be thinking of Qin Wan'er, and the jealousy in her heart was already surging.
Asalie didn't dare to do anything to Qin Wan'er, but restricted his freedom to the tent. Qin Wan'er's head was a little dizzy. She had been detained here for several days, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried.