Ning Guifei listened and thought that the people in the palace had not served him well, so he came to the cold palace to ask her to simmer soup. She hurriedly smoothed her hair: "This servant will go now."

  After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply to him and then followed the palace staff in the direction of the imperial dining room.

  Li Huailian looked at her back, knowing he should say a few kind words and be nicer to her, but seeing that she didn't seem particularly upset, he thought to himself, no need, she's probably not that sad either.

  He withdrew his gaze and drove back to Heping Palace to wait.

  The soup in the pot was bubbling with creamy white foam, and Ning Yuwei stood beside it, staring off into space.

  "Which of the ladies in the palace would personally come over to cook soup?" The chef outside whispered.

  The maid beside her said: "I heard it was the emperor's will, and let the noble concubine simmer the soup before returning to He Xi Palace."

  "Isn't this just another way of bullying people?"

  It was indeed a cruel thing to do, taking back the favor without explanation and sending her to the Cold Palace without warning. Ning Wanwei still doesn't know what she did wrong, thinking about it over and over again, she can only feel that His Majesty is having a temper tantrum and venting his anger on her. After all, recently the Long Princess's faction has formally opposed the imperial court, and since she was favored by the Long Princess in the past, now she should also be implicated because of her.

  As for her as a person, Your Majesty has no feelings.

  As the time was almost up, Ning Guifei took a handkerchief and wrapped it around the sand jar, removed it from the stove, and poured out the soup.

  "Milady." A maid from behind spoke cautiously, "I'm here, your hand..."

  Ning Guifei smiled warmly and shook her head, then picked up the soup and followed the palace staff to He Xi Palace.

  Heji Palace is quite far from the Imperial Kitchen, a scalding hot bowl of soup, when it was carried over, some snowflakes had fallen on top, and it had already cooled down to lukewarm. She entered the palace hall, first paid her respects, then ladled out the soup to taste, furrowing her brow slightly.

  Li Huailian leaned on the soft couch and looked at her, feeling extremely relieved in his heart, and his face also eased a lot.

  "What? Doesn't it taste good?" he asked.

  "It's gone cold."

  The emperor picked himself up, took the spoon from her hand and drank a mouthful, slightly raising his eyes, his gaze inadvertently sweeping to her hand.

  A bright red blister had formed on her slender finger, with yellow pus accumulating inside.

  His movements stiffened, Li Huailin narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone: "How stupid are you?"

  Ning Guifei's face turned pale, she pulled over her sleeve to cover her hand and explained in a low voice: "It's just that it's gotten a bit cold, my hands aren't very nimble, it wasn't like this before."

  Li Huailian was speechless.

  He was worried about her, but after she heard what he said, it seemed like he was disgusted with her.

  She nodded to the palace maid to bring the medicine for scalds, and Li Huailin held the bowl of warm soup and drank it slowly. He said in a low voice: "Apply the medicine yourself."

  "Thanks for your kindness!" Ning Guifei curtsied and stepped aside to avoid his gaze, lowering her head to wipe away tears.

  It's still the same as Hee Palace, but she is here, and it's completely different from Shu Fei being here. Li Huailin wasn't quite sure what was different, but looking at her figure, his tense body relaxed for a day.

  Li Huailian's heart skipped a beat as he put down his bowl and reached out to pull this person over.

  Ning Wanwei was still applying the medicine, and in a moment of instability, her body fell into his arms, subconsciously raising her hand to prevent the medicine from staining his dragon robe.

  Li Huailian hummed softly and opened his mouth to bite her neck.

  "Wait!" she exclaimed in alarm, "I haven't even changed clothes or washed up yet!"

  "What's it to you?" he muttered.

  Ning Wanwei was stunned, extremely slowly blinked her eyes, feeling his temperature, and her nose tip slightly turned red.

  "According to the rules, imperial concubines must bathe before serving the emperor in bed."

  "In this palace, I am the one who makes the rules."

  Her body trembled slightly, Ning Yuwei supported him as he fell onto the soft couch, subconsciously stretching out her hand to comfort his back.

  Noticing her movements, Li Huairan was not calm, his actions became even more violent, like a suddenly enraged beast, roughly tearing open her collar. Ning Yuwei followed his force, letting him do as he pleased, with a dazed and slightly bewildered look in her eyes.

  The emperor's mind is really hard to guess. One moment he was in the cold palace, and the next moment he could get his favor. Has he been thinking of her for several days without seeing her?

  Wrapped in a daze, she was rolled into the quilt, Ning Yuwei had been thinking about this issue, with a little hope and some trepidation.

  The next day, the emperor went to court, and Ning Guifei flipped through the imperial calendar, her eyes falling on yesterday's date, thinking for a moment, suddenly enlightened.

  On the nineteenth day of the tenth month, it is the birthday of Princess Chang of Danyang.

  It's not because I miss her, but because I miss Chang Gong Zhu.

  Ning Wanwei stood still for a long time, then smiled again.

  It's good, at least when he thinks of his sister, she can comfort him a bit.

  Early in the morning, all the ministers found that the emperor's mood was good, although he had been distracted many times, but there was a smile on his lips, which was completely different from the coldness of the past few days.

  "In the past month, the imperial court has lost 3,000 soldiers and taken down seven cities in Pingling. Minister Si Tu Jing reported, "There have been outbreaks of conflict in various places in Ziyang and Danyang. Three days ago, there was a riot in the main city of Ziyang, which was quickly put down, but it is enough to show that the people are also dissatisfied with the Lord of Ziyang."

  "Excellent." Li Huailian smiled.

  Liu Yunlie stood beside him and listened to Situ Jing boasting, unexpectedly he didn't say a word.

  Ziyang's chaos is what they have done, not the people's will. There's nothing to be excited about at all. The current Pingling War, because the commander-in-chief of Feng Jun's side is a useless person, has been at an advantage all along. Once Jiang Xuanjin takes command, the situation will be unpredictable.

  It's fortunate that Li Huaiyu is about to give birth soon, which has delayed Jiang Xuanjin, and they still have time to prepare a countermeasure.

  However, Situ Jing did not do anything else, but instead took credit for it first.

  He shook his head slightly, Liu Yunlie let out a soft sigh. He didn't open his mouth to remind the emperor on the throne, nor did he come out to refute Sutu Jing's words. A pair of heroic eyes slowly scanned the entire imperial court.

  In March, the spring breeze blows across the city, Qi Jin said that his wife is about to give birth, and it will be in these few days.

  Jiang Xuanjin stared motionlessly at Li Huaiyu's belly, having done so for half a time period. The nearby Cheng Xu couldn't bear to watch and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, you don't have to be so tense."

  It's no use getting anxious!

  "Which eye are you looking at me with tension?" Jiang Xuanjin raised his chin coldly.

  Li Huaiyu smiled and crooked his finger at the palm of his hand, which was wet with sweat. His eyes shone brightly as he said, "Yes, when we face thousands of troops and horses arrayed before us, we don't bat an eyelid; why would we be nervous about something so trivial?"

  As she spoke, she teasingly opened his palm and gently wiped it with a handkerchief.

  "Mind your own business."

  He looked fierce, but Li Huaiyu burst out laughing, wiped his hands dry and intertwined their fingers: "Lunch hasn't been eaten yet, eat a little bit?"

  His heart felt like it was being pulled by a rope and hung in his throat. Jiang Xuanjin shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

  Hua Yu cried and laughed at the same time: "If I don't give birth, you won't eat anymore?"

  "No." He frowned.

  The palm that had just been wiped dry was sweating again, Huai Yu sighed and let Cheng Xū bring over the food, softly coaxing him: "I'm not seriously ill, you eat a couple of bites first, later I'll listen to you, sleep well for a while, how about that?"

  She has been unable to sleep recently, and the dark circles under her eyes have become more pronounced. Jiang Xuanjin has tried every method, but he can't get her to sleep for more than an hour at a time.

  At this point she said so, he nodded even if he had no appetite.

  Murong Qi glanced at the outside room and couldn't help but click his tongue twice: "No wonder."

  No wonder Ziyang Jun would bring Li Huaiyu back, this Danyang Princess is indeed gentle to him, although she's rough with others. She's clearly uncomfortable herself, yet she's coaxing him.

  However, Pingling was beaten so badly, Jiang Xuanjin still sat here with his wife, and he could really hold his temper.

  "Hey, why aren't you eating celery?" Huai Yu fed it to him, her eyebrows raised in a smile. "Does Lord Zi Yang still pick at his food?"

  Jiang Xuanjin looked at the green and white thing with great distaste: "It's disgusting."

  "It's not bad at all, it's delicious. And Qi Jin said that eating this is good for your body."

  "No."

  Really stubborn, Huai Yu pouted her mouth and was about to say something else when her stomach suddenly tightened.

  She paused for a moment, realizing something, and turned her head to Qing Si: "Let Dr. Qi come over first."

  Jiang Xuanjin's jaw clenched tightly as he grasped her and asked: "What's wrong?"

  "It's nothing, just let her take your pulse." Li Huaiyu's face relaxed and he smiled at him, "But I suddenly feel like eating a green jade bean bun."

  This thing is only available in Lu Jingxing's wine shop, and Cheng Yu was just about to say that he would go buy it when Madam grabbed his hand and said: "Will you help me buy it?"

  Normally, Jiang Xuanjin would have gone out riding his horse already, but at this moment, he stared at her for a while, his hands suddenly clenched tightly, and his eyes were momentarily flustered.

  "Hey, don't be in a rush." Knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, Huai Yu lost her smile, "I'm fine, really nothing happened, I'm perfectly fine!"

  “”

  "Even if you're going to give birth, don't make that face. I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't eat any more green jade bean buns, hold onto me, don't be afraid."

  “”

  "Jiang Jing, I'm giving birth to a child, not going to die! You're the majestic Zi Yang Jun, how can you be scared into such a state?!"

  “”

  Murong Qi's face turned pale with fright as he stood outside the door, his lips twitching. Who was going to give birth? The one who was pregnant wasn't afraid of heaven or earth, but the ones who weren't pregnant were scared white.

  "Master Baihua, it's inconvenient here, let's go outside." Cheng Xiao hastily said as he quickly came out.

  Murong Qi shrugged and followed him out of the door. After standing for a while, he saw that people from the mansion had all arrived one after another.

  The doctor's face was solemn as she carried the medicine box into the room, Qing Si and Xu Chuyan also entered with things in hand, followed by a string of midwives, Zi Yang Jun was inside and had not come out yet.

  Murong Yi leaned against the stone pillar beside him, looking at the silent crowd waiting in the courtyard. Suddenly, he felt that Danyang Princess was actually not pitiful at all. It was said that she was being pointed at by thousands of people, but there were so many people around her who cared about her and had good intentions towards her, which was much better than him. The whole Eastern Jin Dynasty praised her, yet he didn't have a single person by his side.

  Hehe smiled twice, Murong Qi looked at the person standing in front of the courtyard.

  That seemed to be Princess Chang's close friend. Every time he saw him, he was wearing a white as snow cross-collared brocade robe, only the embroidery was different each time.

  Some people say he is a merchant, but no matter how much Murong Qi looks at him, he doesn't seem like one. Merchants are all fat-headed and big-eared, wearing brocade clothes with copper coins embroidered on them, while this person looks elegant and refined, like a "horse-riding, leaning-on-the-bridge, red-sleeved-and-waving" young master of the mundane world, without a hint of copper smell.

  He stood outside the door, listening to the movements inside the house, his face tense. After a long silence with downcast eyes, he suddenly clasped his hands together and bowed towards the sky.

  His sleeves fluttering in the wind, his elegance unmatched; even with a furrowed brow, Murong Qi thought he looked damn good.

  Subconsciously, she learned from him and bowed towards the sky.

  Even if you don't get along with Dan Yang, you still have to pray for her safe delivery of the child. As long as she's alive, there will be another chance to fight again.

  The sandalwood rosary on her wrist was pinched tightly by her, Li Huaiyu had been softly comforting the restless Jiang Xuanjin, but when her stomach really hurt, she turned pale and couldn't speak anymore.

  Jiang Xuanjin opened her fingers, took out the Buddhist beads, and stuffed his own hand into hers.

  Hua Yu listened to Wen Po's words and saved her strength, looking at his movements, but still couldn't help saying: "Are you doing it on purpose? You clearly know I don't want to pinch you."

  "No." His eyes narrowed, his whole body tense with unease, Jiang Xuanjin forced himself to remain seated. He said in a low voice, "A few days ago, you had a nightmare."

  She slept for nearly half a day, leaning against the soft pillow and muttering in her sleep, saying all the words she had said to him in the dead cell interrogation room, reciting them softly, with tears streaming down.

  He felt heartache.

  She owed him something, he didn't want to count it all anymore, but he owed her. He wanted to repay.

  Her belly was shrinking and getting more painful, Huaiyu panted, breathing as the midwife had told her to, forcing herself to suppress the fear in her heart.

  She couldn't panic, although she had never given birth before and was indeed scared, he was obviously more terrified than her. If she panicked, he would go crazy. But that's what she thought. When the pain was severe, her pupils were slightly scattered.

  "Sir, you'd better go out first?" The midwife knew the rules and repeatedly advised, "The delivery room has a heavy blood gas, it's dirty, you..."

  He raised his eyes coldly and stared at her, asking, "Where is it dirty?"

  The midwife was so frightened by his expression that she didn't dare make another sound.

  The time for the birth of the child is approaching. Generally, men are not involved, and the masters of each household are waiting outside drinking tea. Some even go out for a stroll and come back to hold the baby. As for Ziyang Jun, his status is noble, and I've heard that he has many taboos. I thought I was giving him an excuse to leave, but who would have thought that he could actually sit through this?

  "The master" looked at her with increasing pain, his face scrunched up, his eyes reddening, and said in a low voice, "Today is March 27th."

  On March 27th of the eighth year of Daxing, it was a day suitable for funerals. Someone drank poisonous wine and left with a heart full of resentment to go to the Yellow Springs.

  It can be done in the ninth year of Daxing, on March 27th, which is a very auspicious day, with no taboos. All things are suitable.

  In a daze, Huai Yu heard this sentence, the corner of her mouth twitched, revealing a pale smile, and she reached out to grab the person beside her.

  "I once hated you so much, so when I said 'long life to you', it was with venom. It seems like she remembered something, and she muttered to him, "But now it's different. Now I don't hate you anymore."

  Jiang Xuanjin's pupils constricted.

  The face in front of him was covered with sweat, haggard to the point of withering, yet he said to him: "You must live a long life of a hundred years."