The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

She even deliberately moved closer to the emperor in order to show her obedience. With this move, her already loose clothes slipped down.

With his fragrant shoulders slightly exposed, the emperor swallowed his saliva and took a step back. He stared deeply at Meng Wenyao for a long time, then suddenly turned around to pick up the clothes on the ground, put them on and pushed the door open.

What does this mean? The emperor only likes to take things by force? She just said a word softly, and his passion subsided?

Or was Meng Wenyao willing to devote herself to the emperor in order to protect An Changsheng, causing him to be insulted?

The emperor not only left, but also left completely. He did not appear again for the next two days. If the favorability value had not dropped, Meng Wenyao almost thought that the emperor disliked her.

An Changsheng came very frequently in the past two days. He came over in the morning to ask how Meng Wenyao was doing, and in the afternoon to ask if she wanted to go back.

Of course, he never saw Meng Wenyao even once, so it was all Huazhi's story.

Huazhi's simple mind could no longer understand the current complicated relationship. One moment she persuaded Meng Wenyao to go home with the prince and live a good life, and the other moment she persuaded Meng Wenyao to obey the emperor and make the prince angry to death.

On the third day, Mrs. Yuan came over and said that it was Marquis Wu'an's birthday. She missed her very much after not seeing him for a long time and wanted to have a reunion banquet with the whole family.

To be honest, Marquis Wu An is a pretty good person, and she is not very reluctant to wish him a birthday.

And Meng Wenyao had no suitable excuse not to go back now, so she forced herself to commit suicide, forcing the two nuns to agree that she should follow Mrs. Yuan back to the Marquis Mansion.

There were no accidents on the road this time. Meng Wenyao couldn't help but start to wonder, is the emperor planning to let go?

Back in the mansion, Meng Wenyao received high-level treatment. After paying homage to Marquis Wu'an in the main courtyard for his birthday, she returned to her own courtyard to rest.

An Changsheng quickly brought Bao'er over, said all his good things, and expressed that he wanted to have lunch with Meng Wenyao.

Meng Wenyao looked at An Changsheng coldly. Last time, she expressed her affectionate desire to have a child with Meng Wenyao, and now she began to promote Bao'er vigorously. It seemed that Lin Shuang'er had been working hard in the past few days.

"I eat a light diet, and I'm used to being clean these days, so I won't have lunch. We can all have dinner together."

After An Changsheng was sent away, he went to the main courtyard to meet Mrs. Yuan.

"Mother, Wen Yao still doesn't want to get close to me."

"She has been wronged a lot. It's normal that she doesn't want to get close to you now. Try to persuade her to drink more wine at night. You can send her back to her room and consummate the relationship by the way. As time goes by in the future, she will slowly become devoted to you. Thank you for your hard work."

The mother and son happily discussed consummating their marriage that night. The emperor in the palace was so angry that he almost stabbed the chief guard to death.

"Why didn't you stop it?"

"Wei Chen deserves to die. Miss Meng threatened to die. Wei Chen did not dare to stop her. The guards who went back and forth to report to the emperor never heard back, so Wei Chen had no choice but to let Miss Meng go."

The emperor was furious and it was all his fault, that damn Prince Cheng.

After his early court appearance, the queen personally came to ask him to inspect the studies of Prince Cheng. Therefore, he was delayed in the harem and missed the best time for the secret guard to report, causing consequences that are now beyond control.

"Go, let grandma tell her to go back to the other courtyard immediately after dinner. If you delay for a quarter of an hour, I will chop off one of her Meng family heads."

"Yes."

"When you come back, tell her to come back soon and don't talk about beheading her."

The captain of the guard wiped his sweat away. The emperor's bloody method of pursuing a woman would most likely fail, and as those who serve closely, their future would be bleak!

Meng Wenyao woke up from a nap and heard the message from her mama. She sneered and didn't answer, thinking silently in her heart, could the emperor finally bear it after three days?

Now that she has stepped into the gate of the Hou Mansion, how can she go back easily? She wants to make the emperor anxious to death, that is, she has to repeatedly lower his bottom line so that when she gives him sweet things in the future, he will never forget it.

Dinner arrived as promised, and the paralyzed Marquis Wu An also attended, and the whole family was present.

Mrs. Yuan served Meng Wenyao like a daughter-in-law as always, and Lin Shuang'er also kept her posture very low, and even kowtowed to her, which was something she didn't do the day she entered.

An Changsheng even looked at her affectionately, and everyone treated her like a Bodhisattva at the altar, toasting her and picking up their dishes.

She accepted everything that came her way. There were two nuns from the palace behind her, and there were many of the emperor's secret guards out of sight. There was no need to worry about safety issues. She ate and drank without any scruples, and it was fine anyway. Poison does not invade.

With the cooperation of Meng Wenyao and the efforts of other people in the Hou family to please, the atmosphere of the dinner was very good.

At the end of dinner, An Changsheng offered to send Meng Wenyao back to her room.

"It's dark and you've drank a lot. I'm worried that you won't be able to walk steadily. How about I hold a lantern for you in front?"

Meng Wenyao ignored the expressions of the two nuns and said softly: "Thank you, sir."

The moonlight shone like a gauze on the earth. The emperor was waiting anxiously in the other courtyard, so he climbed directly onto the wall of the Marquis Wu'an Mansion, wanting to take Meng Wenyao back.

The rich and handsome man held a glass lamp and illuminated the front. He turned around from time to time to tell the woman behind him to be careful where he stepped.

The woman is slender in gauze and fluttering, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, looking at the man tenderly.

When the emperor saw this scene, he could no longer hold back his anger. He wanted to kill An Changsheng no matter what.

"Don't let An Changsheng see the sun tomorrow."

The emperor ordered the secret guards around him, jumped off the wall, and followed the two of them until they entered the room.

Meng Wenyao noticed physical discomfort when she returned to the room, and her heart felt unbearably hot. She probably had something spiked in the wine she drank tonight.

However, she has taken the Poison-proof Pill, so the effect of aphrodisiac drugs will be greatly reduced, and it will not be to the point of being intolerable.

"It's late at night. Bao'er and his mother are waiting for the prince to return. I'm not far away."

An Changsheng, who was thinking about what excuses to use to stay, became excited when he heard this. He said sincerely: "Wen Yao, it was all my fault in the past. Let's live a good life in the future and be a real husband and wife. I, I will... I’ll give you a child later, a child for both of us.”

He said that he was about to come over and hug Meng Wenyao, but before he took two steps, he was hit on the back of the head by a heavy object and lay down.

The emperor's angry face came into view.

Meng Wenyao had already guessed this situation, but still pretended to be shocked on the surface.

"Your Majesty, what did you do to my husband?"

Meng Wenyao said that she was about to rush over to check. As soon as she took a step forward, she was hugged by the emperor.

"He insulted you and hurt you. Do you still want to get back together with him?"

Although Meng Wenyao was being held by the emperor, her eyes were fixed on An Changsheng, and her hands were struggling to reach An Changsheng.

They looked more like a pair of miserable mandarin ducks who had been separated. Unfortunately, the dressing mirror was placed a little far away, and Meng Wenyao could not appreciate her wonderful acting skills.