I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

"But His Majesty, His Majesty's friendship for you..."

"Favor?" Su Minglang sneered contemptuously, "Can something as vague and illusory as that have such meaning?"

"Your Majesty is the ruler of a country. He can favor me today, and favor someone else tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, he can banish me to the cold palace at will, and I will spend the rest of my life in the cold and desolate world."

All the events of her previous life reappeared before her eyes. The cold eyes in the palace were more chilling than the cold wind in the coldest days of winter.

The indifference of her family, the helplessness of being alone, the humiliation of her lover, the betrayal of her adopted son, all these things made her dare not trust anyone anymore.

"A dodder that depends on others to survive will never grow into a towering tree."

"Nanxing understands."

Nan Xing lowered his tone, looked at Su Minglang with worry in his eyes, and swore again and again in his heart.

"I will do my best to protect you!"

"Nanxing, I don't need anyone's protection, and you too... cough cough cough! cough cough!" Su Minglang was halfway through his words when he suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing violently, "Cough cough! Cough!"

"Master!" Nan Xing hurriedly stepped forward to support her shaky body, "Master, I'll call the imperial physician right away!"

"Wait!" Su Minglang grabbed Nan Xing's hand and looked at the blood on the handkerchief with a gloomy expression, "Don't make a sound, I'm fine."

"Master, you are coughing up blood! How can you be okay?"

"It's okay. I know my body well." Su Minglang shook his head. "Wait a little longer. It's not the right time yet. Wait a little longer."

Su Minglang felt a surge of anger in her body taking away the strength from her limbs. She often felt dizzy these past few days and thought it was because she was too worried to sleep these days. However, she didn't expect that some people would be unable to hold back and attack her so quickly.

"Ahem!" Su Minglang stroked his heaving chest, "Go, go and call Xiaoye."

"Yes, master!" Nan Xing looked at Su Minglang worriedly. Seeing her determined face, he knew that his words would not be able to influence her decision to sit down. He could only suppress the worry in his heart.

"Wait," Su Minglang said weakly, "Please move the incense on the table. The smell makes me uncomfortable."

"Yes!" Nanxing obediently put down the incense, lowered his head and walked out of the hall, but missed an inconspicuous sight in the corner of the bedroom.

"Master, you're looking for me?" Xiao Ye heard about Su Minglang's condition and ran in anxiously, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"It's okay," Su Minglang raised his eyelids with great effort, "I asked you to deliver a letter back to the Su Mansion a few days ago. Has your grandfather sent a letter?"

"Lord Su read your letter. You didn't explain the reason in it, so Lord Su just said he would try his best."

"Old fox!" Su Minglang cursed, and waved his hand with a gloomy look, "Send another message. I will ask my mother to come to the palace in a few days. Tell her to find a way to bring the person I want in. Just say I want to give it a try."

"Yes, Master, your body..."

"Go down."

Su Minglang didn't say much, "Wait until mother sends the person I want in, and then you will know."

"Oh, right!" Su Minglang suddenly remembered something and ordered, "This matter must be kept secret from Qinghe and the others."

"I understand, Master."

When Nanxing came in, she saw Xiaoye passing by her with a sad face. Nanxing didn't even have time to say hello to her.

"Master, how are you? Are you going to see the Queen today?"

"No," Su Minglang shook his head, "Come with me to the kitchen. I want to cook a bowl of Tremella soup."

"Master, if you want to drink Tremella soup, just tell me. Why bother to cook it yourself?" Nanxing frowned and said disapprovingly.

"Who said it was for me to drink?" Su Minglang barely mustered up the strength and slowly stood up with the help of Nanxing.

The sound of porridge cooking in the clay pot could be heard. As a sweet smell wafted over, Su Minglang's thoughts drifted away.

Cicadas were chirping in the trees outside the house, but there was no breeze to be seen for a long time. Su Minglang was sweating profusely around the stove, but a satisfied smile was on his face.

"What are you doing? I smelled a fragrance before I even walked in."

Xiao Heng put his hands behind his back and looked at the busy little figure with a smile.

Su Minglang was startled by him. She trembled and turned around to glare at him with a coquettish look on her face. "Why is your Majesty here? Why didn't you ask someone to inform him?"

"I can't let Langlang come to see me all the time!" Xiao Heng did not blame her for her presumptuous behavior. Instead, he reached out his hand lovingly to wipe the sweat from her brows.

"Your Majesty!" Su Minglang's face turned red with shame at his intimate behavior, and she hummed twice in embarrassment.

"Still calling you Your Majesty!" Xiao Heng pretended to be angry and looked at her unhappily, scaring Su Minglang so much that she quickly changed her address. She turned around, opened the lid of the pot, scooped out a bowl of food and handed it to Xiao Heng in a flattering manner.

"Ah Heng, I cooked some mung bean soup. Would you like to try it? It's the best way to cool down."

"Okay!" Xiao Heng took the bowl of soup handed to him by Su Minglang with a smile on his face. The mung beans in the bowl floated gently as it was shaken, and a sweet aroma rose with the hot steam.

At that time, Su Minglang was immersed in the love of his sweetheart, and never thought about what kind of cruelty was hidden behind his sweetheart's smile.

Su Minglang pulled himself out of his memories, smiled self-deprecatingly, and secretly spat in his heart, wondering that even now he still had an attachment to him.

"The rock sugar is boiling. Nanxing, turn down the heat and simmer it slowly. Your Majesty likes it softer."

"Okay," Nan Xing responded, pulling out a few pieces of charcoal from the pottery stove, "My lady, this porridge will take some time to cook. You should go back and rest first. I will just watch over you here."

Su Minglang shook his head upon hearing this, "This porridge has to be cooked by me personally."

The weather in early autumn had gradually become cooler, but even so, Su Minglang still broke into a sweat when he served the Tremella soup. His body was already weak, and after another sweat, his already fair cheeks looked even paler.

"His Majesty should still be in the study at this hour. Go and call Qinghe to come with me."

"Yes, master," Nanxing responded, put the Tremella soup into the food box, helped Su Minglang sit down before turning around and leaving.

After a while, Xiaohe followed Nanxing in.

"My lady, Qing'er has gone to prepare the sedan chair. She should be waiting at the palace gate now." Xiaohe walked forward and bent her knees slightly. She did not look up and naturally missed Su Minglang's inquiring look.

"No, I won't ride in a sedan chair today. You can walk with me."

"But how about your body?" Xiao He was a little surprised and asked with concern.

"With my position as a Zhaoyi, I have no right to ride in a sedan chair. I have let the other sisters see me and feel resentful."

Su Minglang said this casually, but considering what happened in the past few days, everyone knew what she meant.