Changchun Temple

  "This palace thought Su Jing was a clever one, but it turns out she's just a fake fox who only knows how to show off her tail," Xian Fei said disdainfully.

  Not long after returning from the Chonghua Palace, I received an edict from Empress Shu to inform the six palaces, and then Su Shunxian also transmitted the emperor's oral decree.

  Some people are mocking Li Xiao Yi, and some people are also ridiculing Su Jing Bao.

  Relying on favoritism and becoming arrogant, being so pleased with oneself as to forget one's shape or appearance.

  "It's just a pregnancy, but she really thinks she can produce something extraordinary," Xian Fei sneered, "In the past, even Shu Gui Fei didn't dare to be as presumptuous as her, and yet she is indeed young."

  "Then our plan will continue?" Qing Yi asked, standing on one side.

  Xian Fei furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment. "Forget it, let's do it this way for now. The Emperor has replaced the servants around Fu'er with new ones, and we've lost several useful people again. With fewer people, things become harder to manage, and mistakes are more likely to happen."

  "The princess is right."

  "Later, we must plan carefully before taking action, one strike is enough," Xianfei sighed, "As for the person in Guan Yu Palace, let others take action, there will always be someone who can't bear it, besides, looking at her like this, I'm afraid she will eventually suffer the consequences."

  "You're absolutely right."

  Xian Fei smiled faintly, "Has Fu Er's fever gone down?"

  "Go back, young lady, the Second Princess's fever has subsided, the imperial physician says she should wake up soon."

  Xian Fei responded with a sound, thinking of something her face turned gloomy again. "This palace will not let them off so easily. My child, how could they possibly lose to a child who has already lost their mother? It can't be that Fu Er's illness was for nothing."

  "The princess is just a little child under someone's protection, whatever the empress wants to do can be settled with just one word." The maid in green tried to comfort her.

  "If it were said before, I would have believed it, but now it seems that Su Jing is determined to protect the Grand Princess. The Emperor may also think that death is a great thing, and no matter how great the crime, once a person is dead, there will be no further investigation."

  "The slave thinks that the Grand Princess is now eight years old and will be selecting a husband in a few more years, so it's not too late for Her Majesty to take revenge"

  Xian Fei nodded in approval, taking a glance at her. "What you said is right. Moreover, Su Jing had been pregnant for many months and would soon be too busy to care for herself. The Eldest Princess was an outsider after all, she wouldn't always be able to take care of her. Let's just wait and see for now."

  "Yes, I understand."

  "Let's go with Ben Gong to see Fu Er, she should be awake by now."

  "Yes."

  Guan Yu Temple

  Su Jing thought that Zong Zhengjin would be angry with her for a while, at least for several days, but tonight, he still came to Guan Yu Palace.

  Su Jingxi said she was very happy.

  She raised a big smile and immediately got out of bed to welcome him.

  Zong Zhengjin caught her steadily at the door of the inner room, frowning, "What are you running for?"

  Su Jingxi hugged his waist, smiling sweetly, "I'm so happy."

  Zong Zhengjin's slightly annoyed mood had completely turned around at this moment, but the next second it turned bad again. "You come over without wearing shoes?"

  She was wearing only a nightgown on her body, with bare feet that were smooth and lustrous. On the slightly dark floor, they appeared to be delicate and fair. Her pajama pants were loose and transparent, faintly revealing two straight legs.

  He had always known what kind of enchanting scenery was inside.

  Su Jing saw that he didn't speak, only staring at her feet with a stern face. The next second, she stepped on his dragon boots and said, "Your Majesty, carry me."

  Zong Zhengjin's face was extremely cold, and he didn't even think about seeing her, but like this, he wrapped his arms around her and walked step by step towards the bedside, walking very slowly, fortunately, the distance wasn't long.

  Su Jing hastily climbed onto the bed and quickly put her feet into the quilt.

  Zong Zhengjin stretched his hand in from outside, and as soon as he touched it, it was icy cold. He didn't even bother to get angry, and instead lowered his eyes and remained silent.

  Su Jing thought he would scold her a few words, and then she would pout, and this matter could be passed.

  But he didn't speak now, nor did he look at her, which made her feel a bit uneasy.

  He pulled his sleeve, "Your Majesty"

  “”

  "Your Majesty"

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  Su Jing suddenly pounced on him, and as expected, he steadily caught her. Before he could speak, she directly said, "I thought you were ignoring me."

  Zong Zhengjin was originally going to get angry, but later realized it was futile and silently thought about how to make her remember this lesson. Unexpectedly, she suddenly pounced over, and he subconsciously caught her.

  Zong Zhengjin sighed and patted her head, "You can't let me worry less"

  Su Jing saw that he had relaxed his tone, and she took the opportunity to get closer, kissed his chin, and smiled, "Your Majesty should put me in your heart, so I can let you worry less."

  Zong Zhengjin raised an eyebrow, his heart was not very big to begin with, and most of it had been occupied by the mountains and rivers of Chu Zhou country. The small remaining part had also been unknowingly taken up by some other things.

  What can be left for her is very small, no need to think about it.

  Zong Zhengjin stroked her scattered hair, still feeling smooth to the touch. "You were very bold today, what if I hadn't agreed to you back then?"

  "I don't know, I just think the eldest princess is too pitiful. Thinking that if my child didn't have a mother in the future and suffered such bullying, if someone was willing to help her, I would be at peace even in death," Su Jing buried her face in his shoulder, sitting facing him.

  Zong Zhengjin heard her muffled voice coming from behind his ear, and his heart felt a bit dull. "What are you always thinking about? You won't be in trouble."

  Zong Zhengjin couldn't put into words the feeling in his heart. He knew he shouldn't be angry with her, as what she did was actually to his liking. What she did were things that he himself couldn't do, at least not openly and aboveboard.

  She is not wrong.

  "But who can guarantee production? If I really have some mishap, Your Majesty, you promised me that our children will definitely not be affected."

  "I won't agree," Zong Zhengjin said, looking her straight in the eye, "If something unexpected happens to you, your child will only be your child, I won't take care of him."

  Zong Zhengjin was very displeased with her unreserved conjecture, even if he didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but he also didn't want her to say such things.

  What if it really happens?

  He didn't even want to think about it.

  Su Jing did not think it was a taboo, but rather felt that there was a need for discussion. After all, in this dynasty, medical technology was not very advanced, and childbirth was already a matter of life and death for women, with difficult labor and postpartum hemorrhage being common occurrences.

  When she heard his blunt and resolute rejection, Su Jing's heart felt stuffy, and tears fell down, "Woo woo"

  She had thought about such things, and it was precisely because she had thought about them that she could more rationally realize the importance of this matter. Handing over matters after one's death is not something everyone is willing to do, but given her current situation, it should be all the more necessary.

  At first when she was pregnant, she had thought about this issue, but after careful consideration, she still wanted to follow his wishes, because like him, she also wanted a child.

  She and his children.

  She was uncertain how long she could live, the only thing she was certain of was that she was willing to go all out for him to nurture flesh and blood, even if it meant risking her own life.

  The crazier she is, the deeper her love is.

  Zong Zhengjin was stunned for three seconds, seeing her burst into loud sobs, unlike the elegant tears of the past. At this moment, she didn't have a single beautiful expression, her delicate features were all distorted, only those half-open eyes were filled with misty water, shining brightly.

  Thanks to these eyes, barely passable.

  He helplessly used his hand to wipe away her tears, but it was in vain as they fell at a speed much faster than he could wipe them dry. "Alright, stop crying."

  "Okay, don't cry," Zong Zhengjin stroked her little head.

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  "Don't cry, listen," Zong Zhengjin didn't know how to comfort her.

  He had never seen a woman cry before. In the past, those women who cried in front of him were just trying to get his sympathy. If he was in a good mood, he would comfort them with a few words; if he was in a bad mood, he would simply walk away.

  But at this time, he was in a bad mood, but couldn't leave.

  The ghostly messenger accidentally leaned over to kiss away her tears, warm and salty, with long eyelashes blinking rapidly, feeling a bit itchy.

  Itchy in the heart.

  Su Jing was tickled by him, but because she was held captive in his arms and couldn't move, she could only passively endure it. Helpless, she stopped crying and stared at him with wide eyes, "Your Majesty".

  Zong Zhengjin slightly loosened his grip on her, his eyes reddening, and the eyelashes also stained with the remaining water mist that had not yet dispersed. His entire eye socket was filled with bright light, and he couldn't help but lean in to kiss her gently, "Hmm."

  Amused by her expression, "had enough of crying"

  "Hmm," Su Jing nodded her head, looking a bit embarrassed.

  Zong Zhengjin saw her shyness and continued to coax in a good temper, "Don't be shy, I won't laugh at you."

  Su Jing didn't believe his nonsense and could tell from the curve of his mouth.

  Crawling inside, "I'm going to sleep."

  Zong Zhengjin raised an eyebrow and said in agreement, "Then let's arrange it."

  Two people sleep in each other's arms.

  Zong Zhengjin didn't know when it started, but when he slept with her, he was no longer lying flat and straight as before, but instead curled up beside her, sleeping face to face.

  They were alike in other respects as well.

  For example, their favorite thing was to sit opposite each other, with her sitting on his lap, close enough to count the eyelashes in each other's eyes.

  For example, when they are in love, their posture is also the most traditional one, and they can see the changes of each other's facial expressions clearly.

  Su Jing closed her eyes and after a while, she found that she didn't feel sleepy at all. She must have slept too much during the day.

  She then opened her eyes and looked at his face.

  Tracing his facial outline with her fingers, he really looks good.

  Zong Zhengjin sighed in his heart, even though his sleeping posture had changed, but his vigilance had not disappeared, especially with her piercing gaze, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.

  Palace Concubine (Yi) / 33 / 33265

  Gong Shu