“San Dezi, send this plate of milk cake to the Noble Concubine. That little glutton might still be waiting.” When Nan Shaotian mentioned the Noble Concubine, his expression softened.
San Dezi responded with a smile: “Okay, I will send it to the Noble Concubine.”
The smile on Concubine Xian’s face froze on the spot. It was not because he wanted to eat milk cake, but that the Noble Concubine wanted to eat it, so he came over and asked her to make milk cake for the Noble Concubine.
Who is she in the eyes of the Emperor? Is she Bei Yutang’s cook?
Concubine Xian was resentful and angry, wishing that Bei Yutang died without a burial place.
Nan Shaotian suddenly felt very sleepy and yawned twice in a row.
“Your Majesty, you must be tired. Let this concubine give you a squeeze.” The golden buyao on Concubine Xian’s head swayed non-stop, and a colorless and odorless breath filled the air. (T/N: Finally, I knew why Bei Yutang was so generous, haha…)
Nan Shaotian waved his hand, “No, let’s settle.”
There was a hint of disappointment in Concubine Xian’s eyes, but she cheered up and undressed him.
Concubine Xian lay shyly on the bed, waiting for Nan Shao to give her favors. As long as she was pregnant with the dragon seed, there was no need to worry about a good life. However, after she lay down, there was no movement from the person beside her for a long time.
She could not help but be bold and glanced sideways. She saw that Nan Shaotian had already closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Concubine Xian looked at his sleeping face and held her hands tightly.
Hanxuan Palace—
Xia Yuwei waited day and night. Finally, when she got the news that he had come out of Chenxiao Palace, her heart began to beat again. She began to look forward to it again.
However, what did she expect? What did she expect?
He entered Xianfu Palace and had not come out until now. Xia Yuwei sat by the window and looked at the bright moonlight outside, feeling gloomy in her heart.
It had been a month. More than a month, and he hadn’t come to her once.
It was a last resort in Chenxiao Palace, so was it also a last resort in Xianfu Palace?
Xia Yuwei told herself countless times that she should believe in him, that she should trust him, and that he loved her, but her heart was disappointed again and again. She could no longer believe it.
The next day, Xia He entered the bedroom and was shocked to see her master sitting by the window.
“Your Majesty, you will be exposed to the cold wind.” Xia He picked up the clothes from the rack nearby and put them on her.
Xia He looked at her pale face. Her eyes filled with distress, “Your Majesty, let’s go find the Emperor.”
According to the Emperor’s love for her master, he will definitely not disappear. Waiting for the Emperor to come over is not an option, they have to take the initiative.
“Your Majesty, this slave will prepare the soup later and you can deliver it to the Emperor.” Xia He continued.
Xia Yuwei did not respond but had a bitter smile on her lips. When did she start competing with other women for his favor? They were just pawns used by Shaotian to control the court, but she was his wife and his lover.
“Good.”
Seeing that her master agreed, Xia He’s face showed joy.
She also wanted to ask herself what happened during this period. Did he really change his mind or was he still acting?
Chenxiao Palace—
“Your Majesty, Concubine Xian is here to pay her respects.”
Bei Yutang leaned on the soft couch, held a book in her hand, and said casually: “No see. Tell her to have a good rest and seize the opportunity.”
“Here.” Jin Chai left and conveyed the original words to Concubine Xian.
After hearing this, Concubine Xian said with a smile: “Thank you Your Majesty for me.”
“Yes.”
Concubine Xian turned around, and the smile on her face immediately faded.
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