I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

"You know why I asked you to come here, right?" Yan Buwan fiddled with the pearl flowers on her head in front of the mirror.

"I don't know." Jiang Xingkuo expressed his innocence.

"Oh, I can't reach it. Come, help me put the flowers in the pin." Maybe it was because she was pregnant, Yan Buwan couldn't reach the back of her head.

Jiang Xingkuo didn't know what she was up to, but he went over anyway. "Which one do you want to wear?"

"You are so smart, how come you don't know what I am thinking?" Yan Buwan elegantly picked up a pearl hairpin and handed it to her.

"Even though I'm so smart, I still don't know what you want to do. You don't want the emperor to see me, right? It was you who asked me to come to your palace." Jiang Xingkuo took the pearl hairpin, the handle of which was very sharp.

Yan Buwan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "You are really sharp-tongued. It's a pity...you won't live long!" But there was no smile in his eyes.

Jiang Xingkuo gestured in front of the mirror where to insert the pearl hairpin, and said calmly: "You want to kill me?"

"His Majesty has already been eyeing your face. I'm afraid you can't keep it." Yan Buwan said, looking at Jiang Xingkuo in the mirror with fierce and ruthless eyes.

The next second, Jiang Xingkuo held a sharp pearl hairpin and pressed it against her bulging belly. She was so scared that she opened her mouth and wanted to scream.

"Madam, do you think the people outside came in faster, or...my movements were faster?"

Jiang Xingkuo said coldly, pushing the pearl hairpin a little deeper.

Feeling a slight pain in his belly, Yan Buwan was covered in cold sweat. "What... do you want to do!"

"I should be the one asking you what you want to do." Jiang Xingkuo leaned over to her ear and whispered, "I've died once. Do you think I'm still afraid of death?"

Yan Buwan was so frightened that his face turned pale, but he still said stubbornly: "If you dare to touch me, I will make you die miserably!"

Jiang Xingkuo suddenly chuckled and said, "If I stab you, I'm afraid the fetus will die, and you too will die! Then what can you tell me to make me die miserably?"

Yan Buwan's lips trembled and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Seeing that she was so frightened that she was sweating profusely, Jiang Xingkuo put away the pearl hairpin and put it back on her head.

"Your Majesty, please stop making things difficult for me. Otherwise, once His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knows that you are so vicious, the good impression they just built up might be gone!"

She inserted the pearl hairpin and put her hands on her shoulders again.

Hearing this, Yan Buwan became even more panicked: "This palace... This palace doesn't know what you are talking about!"

As she spoke, she pretended to look in the mirror and touched the inserted pearl hairpin with trembling hands, but in fact she was observing Jiang Xingkuo's expression guiltily.

really.

Jiang Xingkuo caught a glimpse of her little action, picked up the poetry collection from the dressing table and threw it in front of her, saying with a half-smile: "The Crown Prince's handwriting is too easy to recognize. Your Majesty should be more careful..."

Yan Buwan hurriedly grabbed the book, held it in his arms, and stammered, "I...I just...asked the prince for some poetry to read. It doesn't mean anything."

"Whatever you want." Jiang Xingkuo shrugged. "I just want to tell you one thing: there's no need to be hard on me. I don't want to hurt you, and you don't want to hurt me either."

After saying that, she opened the door and walked out, leaving Yan Buwan alone inside, feeling very uncomfortable.

In the imperial study, the emperor was not interested in government affairs. In his mind, all he could think of was Jiang Xingkuo's dark and cunning smile and deer-like eyes, which made him think about her day and night.

His favorite Yan Buwan is pregnant, and the women in the harem are more boring than each other.

His appetite was really whetted. The queen had just died and it was still a period of national mourning. He really couldn't do anything he wanted to do.

It's so suffocating!

The prince suddenly came.

He listened absentmindedly to the prince's report.

The prince glanced at the emperor and continued, "Father, there is one more thing. The governor of Jingzhou secretly took a concubine during the national mourning period, held a banquet at home, and drank and had fun. This is really treasonous. Please issue an order to punish him."

"...The national mourning period..." The emperor suddenly raised his head, "Let it end here."

"...Father?" The prince suspected that he had heard it wrongly.

"That's enough. It's too long." the emperor said again.

The prince's face turned ugly, and he said with difficulty: "My mother's body is still warm..."

"I have treated her well enough!" the emperor interrupted him loudly, "I have given her everything she wanted! What else is there to be dissatisfied about? In addition, I have spent a lot of money to give her a grand burial. I have done my best!"

The prince looked at his father in disbelief. At this moment, he felt that the person in front of him had become so strange.

It seems that there is no need to argue with him anymore.

The prince walked out of the imperial study in silence.

The snow outside has slowly melted into a pool of spring water.

Spring is coming, and Yan Buwan is about to give birth.

It was very strange. Ever since that time, Yan Buwan had become very strange towards her. Sometimes he would scold her harshly, and sometimes he would flatter her for her knowledge.

Well, that's okay, as long as she doesn't make things difficult for me.

An Huanyan even made an appointment with her that after Yan Buwan gave birth, she would let Jiang Xingkuo return to Piyun Palace.

As for how Yan Buwan agreed to it, she thought that there must be someone who mediated between them.

As the year draws to a close, the palace has begun to be decorated with lights and red lanterns are hung in every palace.

The Huining Palace was already filled with midwives, wet nurses, and a series of experienced palace maids.

And what’s strange is that there is only one imperial physician.

Jiang Xingkuo was very surprised. Doctors are the most important. The more the better.

But when she heard that it was Yan Buwan's request, she vaguely felt that something was being hidden beneath the calm surface of the water.

One night, Jiang Xingkuo was resting with his eyes closed, and there was already a lot of snoring sounds around him.

Suddenly, there were hurried sounds of running and shouting outside.

"What happened? What happened? Is there a fire?"

She opened her eyes, and the palace maids beside her sat up in a daze.

"Hurry up and get up! Concubine Shu is about to give birth!"

"Quick! Quick!"

"Go find the midwife and the wet nurse!"

Everyone got up in a hurry and prepared. Jiang Xingkuo lay in the quilt and sighed.

"Tonight is destined to be a difficult sleepless night."

Jiang Xingkuo had nothing to do with it. After all, Yan Buwan didn't trust her and didn't let her prepare for the delivery.

"Where is Doctor Chen! Where is Doctor Chen!" Yan Buwan lay on the bed, screaming heartbreakingly.

"Here he comes! Doctor Chen is here!" The palace maid hurriedly pulled in Doctor Chen, who was still in his pajamas.

Doctor Chen was carrying his medicine box and had empty hands.

Yan Buwan was already sweating profusely at this time, but he was not confused at all.

"Where is the thing I want?!" she shouted harshly.