After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

The night deepened, and it was time to go to bed.

After washing up, Chu Qinghuang, wearing a white nightgown, leaned against the head of the bed and flipped through the military books habitually.

Fu Cang stood aside, hesitant to speak.

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Fu Cang said: "I just learned that the two ladies of the Ling family entered the palace in the afternoon and went to see Concubine Duan."

"Just meet them, it's expected." Chu Qinghuang said, "How is Ling Jing?"

"He has entered the West Courtyard." Fu Cang said, "When the Ling family guards brought him here in the afternoon, the five people in the backyard went together to pick him up."

Together?

Chu Qinghuang's expression was a little subtle, and he asked casually: "What do you think?"

"I don't have any opinion." Fu Cang lowered his eyes, "Ling Jing offended the master, and he should be taught a lesson."

Since he entered the princess's mansion, Ling Jing didn't have to go out before he took his last breath.

Chu Qinghuang hummed, lowered his head and read quietly, and said nothing more.

Fu Cang quietly raised his eyes, and his eyes could not help but fall on Chu Qinghuang's hands again. He stared at them for a moment, and then lowered his eyes without leaving a trace.

"It's getting late." Chu Qinghuang raised her lips, "Go to sleep."

Fu Cang replied, got on the bed quietly, pulled his own blanket over and lay on the bed, with his hands exposed outside the blanket, folded on his abdomen, just like the posture before going to bed every day, impeccable and quiet.

Chu Qinghuang closed the military book and put it aside, raised his hand to turn off several lights, leaving only one in the inner hall.

The light was dim and soft.

Not long after, Fu Cang wrapped in a thin blanket moved over like a silkworm pupa, quietly wrapped around Chu Qinghuang's waist, and fell asleep quietly.

Chu Qinghuang looked at the hands around her abdomen leisurely and lazily, with a luster in her eyes. In a moment, her eyes moved little by little to Fu Cang's handsome face that was almost demonic.

This face is really good, as beautiful as an ancient painting.

After staying in the dark place like the dark pavilion for so many years, this face can still be so handsome, which shows that it is born beautiful.

Children from ordinary families should rarely have such amazing looks.

Chu Qinghuang closed her eyes, thinking about something.

The inner hall was quiet, without any sound.

Not long after, Fu Cang quietly opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping Chu Qinghuang. His eyes turned slightly and fell on her hand. The slender white hand looked particularly beautiful, not like the hand of a martial artist at all.

He was silent for a moment, as if he was a little hesitant, but the desire in his heart was greater than the uneasiness. Finally, he quietly reached out his hand and took her hand little by little. During this period, he quietly observed Chu Qinghuang's reaction twice.

After making sure that she was not awake, the arc of the corners of his mouth was slightly relaxed, but with a little bit of nervousness like a thief, he took her hand and put it on his head, which looked like she was actively touching his head, with a little intimacy.

After doing all this, Fu Cang adjusted his posture contentedly, put his arms around Chu Qinghuang's waist, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Chu Qinghuang opened his eyes, his eyes fell quietly on his head, and couldn't help wondering, how could he, a person with such high martial arts skills, think that she could still sleep soundly after being manipulated like this?

Who gave him such great confidence?

Chu Qinghuang frowned, staring at his head leaning on her shoulder, wondering if this guy has become a little bold recently?

Taking advantage of the situation and being spoiled?

Climbing up the pole little by little?

Isn't he afraid that she will suddenly return to her previous "nature" and whip him until he bleeds?

Chu Qinghuang didn't say anything, but couldn't help thinking in his heart, should he continue to indulge his increasingly presumptuous behavior, or remind him to be careful?

It was late at night.

The palace was not peaceful at this time.

"Concubine Duan hasn't had dinner yet?" The emperor was surprised and looked at Madam Zhao who came to report, "Why?"

"The queen can't eat." Madam Zhao lowered her head, looking worried, "Your Majesty..."

The emperor understood, put down the red pen, stood up and walked out: "I'll go and take a look."

The personal eunuch hurriedly ordered: "Go to Ganquan Palace!"

The brightly lit inner hall of Ganquan Palace was shrouded in a low pressure.

Concubine Duan was lying on the brocade couch, looking listless, haggard and pale.

Accompanied by the announcement of "The emperor has arrived", she was about to get up from the brocade couch to greet him, and saw His Majesty the Emperor in bright yellow had walked in quickly.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you--"

"My beloved concubine, there is no need to be polite. If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down first." The emperor hurriedly stopped her from bowing and sat down next to Concubine Duan. "What happened? I heard that my beloved concubine had no appetite for dinner? Who is so bold as to make my beloved concubine so angry?"

It would have been fine if he didn't speak. As soon as he spoke, Concubine Duan's eyes turned red and tears fell down. This instantly startled the emperor: "What's wrong with my beloved concubine? Don't cry, let's talk it over."

Concubine Duan didn't speak, but just wiped her tears quietly. It seemed that she had really suffered a great injustice.

The emperor kept comforting her, but he couldn't help but start to analyze the situation in his heart.

Concubine Duan had been favored for more than 20 years. The emperor thought he understood her temper. Although she looked gentle, she was not a person who would swallow her anger.

Moreover, as a favorite concubine of the emperor with a strong family background, there is almost no one in the palace who dares to provoke her directly. Even the queen will not directly confront Concubine Duan, so the person who can make Concubine Duan angry and cry secretly...

His Majesty the Emperor sighed silently, besides Qinghuang, who else could be there?

"what is going on?"

Concubine Duan wiped her tears and looked sad: "I don't know where to start..."

"Speak directly, there is nothing to hide."

"Qinghuang is a little dissatisfied with me because of Ling Jing. The emperor has also reminded me before that Qinghuang's marriage is not urgent for the time being, so I plan to ask the two sisters-in-law to invite Qinghuang to have a meal and make things clear in person. Just pretend that the marriage proposal has never been mentioned." Concubine Duan looked sad, "My sister-in-law sent the message to the eldest princess' mansion three days ago, inviting Qinghuang to visit her."

His Majesty the Emperor listened silently and asked casually: "Qinghuang doesn't give you face?"

"It would be better if she just didn't give face." Concubine Duan said, unable to help but blush again, and quickly wiped it with a handkerchief, "But she was so ridiculous that she brought all the male favorites with her."

Well?

His Majesty the Emperor was shocked, Qinghuang actually dragged his family to visit the Ling family?

Concubine Duan wanted to marry Ling Jing to her before, but she brought her male favorite there openly?

Are you sure you're not here to cause trouble?