After her luck was taken away, she fell in love with the woman who traveled through time.

Cui Ling didn't say much. After sending the clothes out, he came back with a hot water bottle. Seeing that she was already lying down, he half-knelt beside the bed and stuffed the hand warmer into the quilt.

When she felt the warmth coming from her abdomen, Liang Tan turned sideways and looked at him with a smile: "Whoever can marry my Cui Ling in the future will be blessed."

Cui Ling said calmly: "You are confused, I am a eunuch."

"I'm not a real eunuch. I'll have a chance to clear my name and get married in the future." Liang Tan's voice was a little weak due to the onset of menstruation, but it sounded a little more gentle at first.

Cui Ling stared at her for a long time, until she gradually became uneasy because of his eyes, then he smiled at her: "I already have a partner now."

Liang Tan was stunned for a moment, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry until he was about to leave: "How can they be the same?"

Cui Ling turned around and looked at her, with a restrained and hidden tenderness in his eyes.

When Liang Tan met his gaze, his heart suddenly warmed up. Before he could see the emotions in his eyes, he turned and left.

"Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Don't worry about me." Cui Ling also noticed her awkwardness, so he spoke first.

Liang Tan sighed when he heard this: "How can I not be worried when a man as old as you stand in front of me?"

Cui Ling's lips curved slightly: "Am I a grown man in your eyes?"

Liang Tan wanted to say of course, but when she met his gaze, her heart suddenly moved. Before she could study this sudden feeling, her lower abdomen ached again. She suddenly curled up her body and groaned softly.

Cui Ling frowned, but couldn't help her: "Just take a rest, if the sheets are dirty, just wash them."

After saying that, he stuffed the hot water bottle into the quilt, picked up the dirty sheets that had just been changed and left.

Liang Tan looked weakly in the direction he left, then closed his eyes because of the pain in his lower abdomen.

The guards in the palace were particularly strict during this period, so much so that even the emperor heard about it.

"It's just a ritual assembly, why make such a fuss?" The emperor called him to his side, his words full of dissatisfaction.

Cui Ling lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty has not been in good health recently. I am afraid that someone might have bad intentions, so I am on high alert."

The emperor's expression changed.

Cui Ling looked at him and said, "Your Majesty, there have been more and more memorials asking you to appoint a crown prince recently."

"How dare you!" The emperor suddenly swept the things on the table to the ground, and then picked up the things around him and started smashing them, shouting angrily, "I think they just want me to die sooner, that's why they are so aggressive!"

His face turned purple and he was staggering. Cui Ling took a step back calmly, but was still injured on the neck by the flying porcelain pieces, leaving a thin wound.

After the emperor had vented his anger, he looked at him and said, "You are right. We should be on guard against others and investigate more strictly to prevent anyone from having any undesirable thoughts."

Cui Ling lowered his eyes, and the wound on his neck was bleeding along the skin.

The emperor glanced at him and said, "You can leave now."

"Yes." Cui Ling responded and turned and left.

A quarter of an hour later, Cui Ling sat in his own room, and the reward followed.

Liang Tan waited for him to take the things and close the door before coming out from behind the screen: "He knows how to give a sweet date after a slap in the face."

Cui Ling raised his lips and threw the things on the table. Liang Tan didn't even look at it, but walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and carefully examined the wound on his neck.

In order to see how deep the wound was, she unknowingly moved very close to him. The air she breathed was moist and gentle, and when it brushed his neck, the hairs on Cui Ling's neck stood up slightly.

"The wound isn't deep, but you still need to apply some medicine." After confirming the situation, Liang Tan was about to step back. However, because he had been standing on tiptoe for too long, his calves were sore and he didn't even notice it. He took a step back and his legs went limp.

Cui Ling was quick to support her, but Liang Tan fell into his arms due to inertia.

When her cheek was buried in his chest, Liang Tan's mind went blank for a moment, and then she heard the rapid heartbeat. She came to her senses and quickly stepped back. When she met Cui Ling's eyes, she saw a flash of restraint.

"Are your legs hurting?" He asked calmly.

Liang Tan stared at him blankly, and when he asked the second time, he suddenly came to his senses and coughed and replied, "It's a little sour."

Upon hearing this, Cui Ling immediately brought a stool over. Liang Tan thanked him and sat down, lowering his head and gently massaging his calves. Occasionally, he would look up and see him standing quietly in front of him.

Like an ever-reliable sentinel, always guarding and protecting.

She pursed her lips and focused her attention on her legs.

Cui Ling took a break from his busy schedule that day because of the extra wound on his neck. As soon as the wound healed, he became busy again.

Liang Tan stayed alone in the Silijian. All day long he either strolled around the courtyard or went to the small kitchen to make some snacks. After a while, he became familiar with all the servants in the courtyard.

It has been nine years since Concubine Chen passed away. Now, those serving in the Imperial Household Department are all young palace maids. They had never had the opportunity to see Concubine Chen before, so they didn't care too much about her appearance. Liang Tan felt quite comfortable getting along with them.

"Master, the pastries are ready. Would you like to try some?" Because they didn't know what to call Liang Tan, the people in the courtyard just called him master.

Liang Tan responded after hearing this and followed him into the kitchen.

The palace maid skillfully took out two pieces of cake from the steamer and held them in front of Liang Tan. Liang Tan tasted it and nodded with a smile: "It's not very sweet. Cui Ling should like it. Leave a few pieces for him."

"The master is really good to the Master Seal Holder," the palace servant praised sweetly, "The Master Seal Holder is also good to the master. I have been in the palace for five years, and I have never seen anyone who dares to address the master by his name. You are the first. He really dotes on you to the core."

Liang Tan laughed: "Just calling someone by their name means you love them to the core?"

"Of course, there is more than that," the palace servant added hurriedly, "The Master Seal holder also cares about you in every detail. Even when he is on duty in front of the Emperor, he would summon servants to ask questions from time to time. He is also willing to help you and make snacks for you. And, when you were not feeling well before, he washed your clothes and sheets himself..."

Liang Tan had just ignored what he said, but when he heard the last part, he was suddenly stunned: "What did you say?"

"I said clothes and sheets...but what did I say wrong?" The palace maid knelt down in panic. Although Liang Tan was usually kind, no one dared to anger her.

There is no other reason, it’s just because she is the one who holds the seal.

Liang Tan didn't expect to scare people like this, so he quickly told them to get up: "I didn't mean anything else, I just asked a question."

The palace maid stood up tremblingly, and only felt relieved when she saw that she did not blame her any further.

"So," Liang Tan said with mixed feelings, "Is it true that he washed all my clothes during those few days?"

The palace maid was a person who forgot the pain after the wound healed. Upon hearing this, she nodded immediately and said, "Yes, Master. The Master Seal Holder really dotes on you. No eunuch in history has been so kind to his concubine. He treats you like his wife from the bottom of his heart."

Liang Tan curled the corner of his lips and looked down at the snack in his hand that he had not finished eating.

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night and Cui Ling came home late again.

When he saw that the candlelight in the room was still on, he was stunned at first, and then he quickened his pace.

"Liang Tan, why haven't you slept yet?" He spoke as soon as he stepped into the room, and the next moment he met a pair of thoughtful eyes.

He felt nervous for no reason.

Liang Tan hesitated for a long time before finally shaking his head: "Forget it, it's okay."

If she said this normally, Cui Ling would definitely ask more questions, but today she was inexplicably nervous and gave up after a long silence: "I heard that you made cakes today?"

"Well, come and try it." Liang Tan called him over.

Cui Ling walked forward with a smile, picked up the osmanthus cake on the table and took a bite: "Delicious."

"It tastes better when it's fresh out of the pot, but repeated steaming will ruin the taste, so I can only give it to you cold. Next time when you get off work early, I'll make it for you." Liang Tan said with a smile.

Cui Ling nodded and ate two more pieces before stopping.

It was time to rest again. Cui Ling waited for her to lie down, extinguished the candle, and went to the mat under the bed in the dark. He had been busy with the Dharma Assembly and was exhausted every day. He fell asleep as soon as he touched the quilt. Liang Tan, who usually slept well, had insomnia tonight.

She listened to the breathing sounds under the bed, and vaguely thought that he was lying next to her. When she turned her head to look over, she saw that there was no one beside her bed. She had to stretch her head and look down to see him sleeping.

Liang Tan sighed and stared at him for a long time. The more he stared, the more he couldn't sleep.

It was not until the daybreak that she drowsily closed her eyes, but she did not sleep well, tossing and turning in bed. As she tossed and turned, she fell to the edge of the bed, then turned around and fell down.

When someone fell into her arms, Cui Ling suddenly woke up, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw her stunned expression. She was confused and didn't understand why she fell.

"Are you hurt?" Cui Ling asked with a frown.

Liang Tan suddenly came back to his senses and tried to get up in a hurry, but because he was too flustered, he fell on Cui Ling's chest again.

This time it was Cui Ling's turn to groan in pain. She suddenly became nervous and unconsciously grabbed his collar: "Did it hurt you?"

She was looking down from above, her clothes were messy, and as long as she raised her head, she could glimpse the scenery through the loose collar. Cui Ling's face flashed a trace of unnaturalness, and one leg was bent calmly: "You come down first."

"Does it hurt somewhere?" Liang Tan was still worried.

“…Come down first.”

"Okay, I'll just..." He didn't finish his sentence.

The Master of the Seal, who usually keeps his emotions secret, rarely shows a stunned expression.

Liang Tan stared at him blankly, and after a moment he silently withdrew his hand and forced a smile: "Cui Ling has really grown up."

Cui Ling pursed his lips and sat up, not daring to look her in the eye: "I'm sorry."

"...I understand. He's a grown-up kid now. It's normal to have some reaction in the morning." Liang Tan said as he quickly went to bed, covered himself with the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

Cui Ling stared at her back for a long time, but finally said nothing. He changed his clothes, washed up, and went out.

While he was packing his things, Liang Tan didn't look back, but he kept listening to his movements with his ears pricked up, and fell asleep while listening.

When Cui Ling came back in the evening, the two of them kept silent about what happened that morning, as if nothing had happened.

But it was different after all. Liang Tan seemed to have suddenly realized that he had grown into a man. He no longer behaved casually in front of him. He often stared at his face in a daze and occasionally couldn't help but step back.

The two of them were awkward for a few days, and late one night, Cui Ling couldn't help but speak up: "Do you think I'm disgusting?"

"Of course not, why do you think so?" Liang Tan's eyes suddenly widened.

Cui Ling looked at her and saw many emotions in her eyes, but not the one he feared the most. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

Having said that, there was nothing else to say.

The two of them fell silent. Liang Tan couldn't help but look at him a few more times. He felt that a certain layer of window paper was so thin that it was almost transparent.

But now is not the time to talk about this. It will be the second day of the winter month in a few days. Their focus now should be on the upcoming assassination.

"Have you arranged the guards for the ceremony?" she asked seriously.

Cui Ling paused and said, "I have deployed the imperial guards to guard the gate."

Liang Tan nodded: "The family members must also be strictly checked. The assassin cannot pretend to be a servant, so he might pretend to be a family member."

"Don't worry, I've already given the order. Except for the wife, no other family members are allowed to be brought along." Cui Ling answered in a gentle voice, his eyes always staying on her.

But she didn't dare to look him in the eye: "Well, that's about it. Although it's a bit harsh, it's better to be careful... It's getting late, let's rest."

"it is good."

In the blink of an eye, the day of the Dharma Assembly arrived.

Liang Tan couldn't sleep early in the morning. He watched Cui Ling change clothes and wash up, and the worry in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

As soon as Cui Lingyi met her gaze, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"If you're more careful, I won't worry." Liang Tan curled the corner of his lips, and a strand of hair fell from his temple.

Cui Ling subconsciously reached out his hand, but stopped halfway through: "Hmm."

Liang Tan glanced at his hand, thought about it and said nothing.

Cui Ling turned and left. Liang Tan paced back and forth in the room. Finally, out of worry, he called in the eunuch who was waiting outside the door.

A quarter of an hour later, a young eunuch with delicate features left the Imperial Household Department and went straight to the warm room where the ceremony was being held.

Before she knew it, it was noon and the warm room was full of people. She appeared with her head lowered and her face pleasing to the eye, blending in perfectly with the other palace servants.

Not long after, the emperor and Cui Ling came, and she immediately lowered her head and hid behind them. Cui Ling looked over as if he had noticed something, but saw nothing. He quickly came to his senses and helped the emperor sit down.

The Dharma Assembly officially began, and the eminent monks who were found from nowhere sat at the top, closing their eyes and chanting strange Buddhist scriptures. Liang Tan hid behind the crowd and listened for a while, but she fell asleep. Then she looked at the princes and nobles who always sat at the Dharma Assembly, and they were all fascinated. She couldn't help but admire their good acting skills.

The Dharma Assembly started at noon, but everyone had already had lunch before it started, so it lasted until the evening.