The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

The footsteps are getting closer.

Every movement made Ning Ruxin nervous. The shadows of the trees dispersed, as if a fig leaf had been torn off and everything was exposed.

But she couldn't get up. She couldn't leave here on her own. The blood seemed to twist in her sight and condense into what she wanted most.

What it was? A fair and tender baby, smiling happily at her.

In an instant, it turned into her nightmare every night, with the sound of a crying baby.

She smiled and coaxed him, "Don't cry... Mom is here... Good boy..."

Ning Ruxin stretched out her hand, her fingers were covered in blood. She smiled gently and warmly, looking at the man standing in front of her.

"Your Majesty, look... it's your dragon heir..."

Zhu Dingyuan's black pupils were calm as he stared at her.

And the unknown guard next to her.

Concubine Fang said, "Your Majesty, I heard that there was a ghost in the imperial garden, so I invited you here. How could it be... How could it be Concubine Ning?"

Ning Ruxin laughed and crawled to Zhu Dingyuan's feet. She tried to touch his clothes with her bloody hands, but was pulled away by Huang Quan.

She smiled, but her eyes were full of tears: "Your Majesty, look, it's our child, we finally have a child, I finally gave birth to a child, hahahaha!"

Zhu Dingyuan didn't say anything. He just looked at her expressionlessly, without any emotion in his eyes.

It was this that suddenly made Ning Ruxin sober up. She asked sharply, "Zhu Dingyuan! Why don't you speak? The person lying next to me is another man, why aren't you angry? Why aren't you angry?"

Her face was painted with inappropriately seductive makeup to hide her remaining shame.

But what was driving her crazy at the moment was that nothing she did could get any ripples from the man.

"Why aren't you angry? Why don't you drag him away and kill him? He is the one who killed our child. Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I put so much effort into conceiving a dragon heir!"

Zhu Dingyuan looked at the guard beside her. He was just an ordinary low-ranking guard. He even cut her neck the moment he came.

Ning Ruxin pulled the person next to her, but when she saw a strange face and the blood on his neck, she was stunned again.

"What's going on...what's going on..."

Her mind was full of confusion and she couldn't figure it out. She could only look at Zhu Dingyuan and then at Concubine Fang: "It's you! It's you who set me up!"

Zhu Dingyuan's silence represented everything. He glanced at Concubine Fang, and a hint of impatience finally appeared in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, leave it to me."

Ning Ruxin cried in panic, "Your Majesty, where are you going? Don't you care about me, Your Majesty? I am pregnant with your heir!"

Unfortunately, there is only Zhu Dingyuan’s back.

She always looked at Zhu Dingyuan's back.

Ning Ruxin sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the blood all over the ground, and laughed at herself: "Where's Yan Yang?"

"Ning Ruxin, Yan Yang gave you a chance, didn't he?"

"What chance?" She gritted her teeth, her eyes grim.

Suddenly she froze.

Yan Yang said: "Who am I?"

Yan Yang said: "What do you think of me?"

Concubine Fang looked at her with cold eyes: "Are you happy to trample on someone who truly loves you?"

Ning Ruxin looked at her, her eyes empty and she was speechless.

"If you choose Yan Yang, do you think he will take you away from here?"

-

A bucket of cold water was poured on Yan Yang's face, and he finally came back to his senses.

Wei Ruoming sighed and said, "Brother, you are really deeply in love. There is no hope for you."

She carried him from the Imperial Garden and almost exhausted him to death: "You have lost so much weight, how come you are so heavy."

Water dripped down Yan Yang's face, and his clothes stuck to his body. The cold made him sober up: "Where is this?"

"The cold palace." Wei Ruoming smiled roguely and moved to his side: "Come, come with me, and meet the queen."

Cold Palace, is the Cold Palace so exquisite?

Yan Yang raised his eyes, his hazy vision became clearer and clearer, and when he saw the person sitting there, he pursed his lips.

She leaned in the man's arms, no, in the eunuch's arms, with a charming face, looking around and smiling at him, her red lips moist, as if she had just eaten some juicy fruit, and still shining with water.

Is this still the concubine in the cold palace?

"Zhao Yue." Yan Yang called her name. He always heard this name from Ning Ruxin's mouth, and she always hated it when she said it.

Wei Ruoming slapped him on the head: "Where are your rules!"

He still looked at Zhaoyue, with self-mockery in his eyes: "It was you who sent someone to send the jade pendant and love poem."

"it's me."

"That time at the Pillow Book House."

"also me."

Zhao Yue looked at him: "Yan Yang, I gave her two chances, but unfortunately... she still abandoned you."

"You hurt her." Yan Yang's voice lowered.

He Quan supported Zhao Yue and walked in front of him. Her face was so beautiful under the moonlight that it didn't seem like a real person.

"I hurt her?" Zhao Yue curled her lips: "What did I hurt her? Did I hurt her to recognize her own heart and abandon you?"

She leaned over and got closer to Yan Yang. Her flawless face made Yan Yang hold his breath.

"Or did it harm her and make her lose the so-called dragon heir?"

Yan Yang was speechless. He wanted to say something, but when he got to his lips, it seemed as if everything was Ning Ruxin's own fault.

She kept cursing and screaming that she could not get His Majesty's favor. She treated him as a tool to conceive a dragon heir.

"Why did you save me?" Yan Yang's voice was dry.

Ning Ruxin was discovered. If he had not been rescued, he would have been killed by Your Majesty now. What crime had he committed?

He had an affair with the concubines in the harem and had his entire nine clans exterminated.

Zhao Yue straightened up and gave him a playful smile. When her slightly raised eyes moved, it seemed as if some bad idea was about to come out.

She asked: "I'm curious, if Ning Ruxin had chosen you just now, would you take her away, would you continue to help her regardless of the past?"

Yan Yang's pupils trembled, but he didn't say anything.

His face was pale, his handsome features were stiff and pitiful, he gritted his teeth, and veins popped out at his forehead.

Zhao Yue leaned in He Quan's arms, hooked the pearl necklace around his neck, and said unhappy: "Boring."

"It's cold, come in." He Quan stroked her hand worriedly and held her waist.

From behind, Yan Yang's desperate voice came: "Yes."

Zhaoyue turned around and looked at him.

His sunken eyes were empty and cloudy, but he shed many tears. He was like an empty shell with his soul taken away, and he bit his lips until they bled.

He repeated it once more, his voice a little louder: "I am a bitch. The moment I went to see her, my heart was beating very fast. I told myself not to trust her anymore, but I couldn't help it."

"If she had chosen me just now, I would have helped her."

Zhao Yue looked away and went in with He Quan.

Her voice had a hint of warmth in the cold night: "Wei Ruoming, let him go."