As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

The afterglow of the setting sun turns into beautiful scenery, and the clouds are billowing.

The lights in the warm room were bright. He Yue was sitting on the couch, with silk thread tumbling in her hands. Her lowered brows were serene and beautiful, like a painting.

After dinner, He Yue continued to knit. She found the fun in it and was in high spirits.

There were several wooden boxes on the table, filled with threads for making threads, as well as precious and rare jade and wooden beads of various colors. Xiaobi would sort them out from time to time.

Hui Qing was carefully folding the washed and dried bellyband with an expectant look on her face. The little master would be born in more than five months. Would he be a little prince or a little princess?

The Queen and His Majesty are both extremely beautiful, and the young master should be equally adorable.

These bellybands were all made by the Empress herself. She made a lot, which is enough. In fact, the pattern is secondary. The most important thing is that the fabric should be as soft and close to the skin as possible.

As for the children's clothes, shoes and socks, the Queen is not able to make them with the skills she has now.

On the table on the other side was a pile of memorials from Ning Rushong, and Xiao Guanzi was grinding ink non-stop.

Your Majesty was reviewing memorials, immersed in the affairs of state. His aura was profound and majestic, and the majesty of an emperor was radiating silently.

There was harmony in the hall, except for Xiaobi, who was suffering. She was trembling with fear.

Xiao Liu's meowing could be heard from the hall, so He Yue sent Xiao Bi out. "Xiao Bi, go out and see what's wrong with Xiao Liu."

"Yes, your Majesty!" Xiaobi's pretty face was filled with joy that could not be concealed at all, and she hurriedly left the warm room.

"Click." The imperial pen was put down.

Ning Rusong rubbed his brows and said slowly, "He is someone who can't take responsibility."

For Ning Rushong, Xiaobi's only purpose is to entertain He Yue, otherwise the talisman alone would be enough to kill her.

He Yue changed into a comfortable posture, the pearls on her temples swayed slightly, her eyes drifted towards him, and she said lazily, "If you can't take the responsibility, then don't take it. Being simple has its advantages."

At least it makes people feel relieved.

But even with He Yue's protection, Xiaobi was changing rapidly and would probably be unrecognizable within three years. He Yue was thinking about the future arrangements for Xiaobi and decided to find a good home for her as soon as possible, as palace life was not suitable for her.

People's hearts are fickle, and He Yue cannot absolutely guarantee that she will continue to protect Xiaobi in the future, so she is busy looking for a way out for her.

He Yue didn't realize that her thoughts at this moment were so similar to Ning Rushong's at the beginning!

Why can't I guarantee it? Because I know that once I turn cold, my heart will be cold forever, and all my past tenderness will turn into empty hope.

Ning Rusong didn't like simple people, he just felt annoyed, but he didn't refute He Yue, "Since Yueyue likes her, then her use has been fulfilled."

His voice was clear and his eyes were gentle, like the gurgling of flowing water. His gentleness in front of He Yue was expressed more and more vividly.

He Yue took the newly woven silk net, put on the jade pendant and gold ornaments, got off the bed and came to Ning Rusong, "Chi Jue, try it on."

Xiao Guanzi couldn't help but twitching his forehead. The Queen's use of colors was really bold, with gold and jade mixed with purple and red, just like what the newly wealthy merchants would use. There was no elegance at all!

Ning Rushong stood up without changing his expression and let He Yue hang it up. It was so horrible in comparison with the elegant clothes.

But Ning Rushong had an outstanding appearance, and his bone structure was naturally dignified and majestic. Overall, his ugliness was not particularly prominent.

He Yue glanced up and down and nodded, "It's beautiful."

She really believed it. How golden and luxurious it was!

Hui Qing turned around and saw Xiao Guanzi who was also in a daze. The two of them looked at each other with a sense of sharing weal and woe.

His Majesty was still agreeing with the Queen, without any reluctance in his words, "Very elegant and noble, Yueyue wrote it well."

At night, Xiao Guanzi pulled the small leaves to the tops.

"Master, what's wrong?" Little Ye asked in confusion. Why did the master look so mysterious?

Xiao Guanzi flicked his whisk and lowered his voice, "Xiao Ye, how many silk threads has the Queen made for His Majesty recently?"

"Including today's, there are four in total." Little Leaf said respectfully, "Don't worry, Master, I've taken good care of every one of them!"

Xiao Guanzi pulled his wrist and said, "You must put this necklace at the bottom, at the innermost layer, and try to make His Majesty wear it less often."

Xiao Ye nodded, "Don't worry, Master."

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In the middle of the night, in the bedroom of the main hall, Ning Rushong drew aside the curtain, her brows tightly furrowed, her untied hair hanging loose, and she rarely looked weak.

He walked slowly to the table, his hand on the handle of the teapot, and then He Yue's voice came from behind him, her voice like a deep stream in an empty valley.

"Chijue, there is medicine prepared by the imperial physician on the table on the other side. You can drink it." He Yue straightened up and sat on the bed. "I felt nauseous at night, so I asked the imperial physician to prepare it for me."

He Yue did not have any morning sickness at all. This medicine was originally prepared for Ning Rushong.

Ning Rushong's personality was extremely proud and noble. He would never ask Xiao Guanzi to prepare this kind of medicine himself. The most likely possibility was that he would just endure it.

Although I don't know what kind of strange method Ning Rushong used to make all her pain be transferred to him.

But that method obviously went wrong. As time went on, although He Yue could not feel the pain, she could sense Ning Rushong's emotions.

When on the grassland, I could only occasionally feel Ning Rushong's overly intense emotions, such as the overwhelming murderous intent and the lingering fear and worry!

Gradually, He Yue began to feel some fragmented emotions. Although she felt comfortable and happy most of the time, she sometimes felt depressed and melancholy, especially at night.

Ning Rushong was stunned for a long while before he responded with an "OK" and turned to the table, where there was indeed a bowl of medicine.

He picked up the medicine bowl, stroked the wall of the bowl with his hand, lowered his eyes, drank it, and relaxed for a while. The nausea was gradually suppressed.

Nothing was said between the two as they returned to the bed.

Even though this layer of window paper couldn't be thinner, no one was willing to break it.

He Yue looked at him in the dim light, and after a moment, she spoke slowly, "Chi Jue, I will leave a bowl of medicine every night from now on. Drink it when you feel unwell. The palace people will think it was me who drank it, so you don't have to worry."

Ning Rusong held He Yue in his arms, his voice slightly deep, "Yueyue, how much do you know?"

He Yue sat in his arms with her back to him, leaning back against him naturally, her eyes falling on the empty bowl on the table, "Probably, I don't know the specific details."

When Ning Rusong was about to explain, He Yue interrupted him with an erratic voice, "Chi Jue, it's not important, let the past be the past."

Ning Rushong had said this to He Yue many times, and now He Yue actually said it to him.