The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

The night was silent, and the footsteps stopped at the door for a long time, but there was no further movement. The candle swayed strangely even though there was no wind.

The King of Xiang listened attentively, secretly alert in his heart, with his brows slightly furrowed.

Time seemed to be stretched out. I didn't know how long it had passed before I heard the sound of footsteps fading away outside the door, slow and even, as if deliberately wanting to let people know of its presence.

When the sound completely disappeared, the surroundings returned to silence again, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

King Xiang sat on the bed without moving. After a long time, he slowly stood up, stood barefoot on the floor, and walked lightly to the door. He put his fingers on the door and felt the movement outside.

After making sure there was no one there, he held his breath and carefully opened the door.

The moonlight outside the door was like water, pouring down from the high walls, reflecting a hazy silver glow inside the red walls. Prince Xiang glanced around and when he looked down he saw a small paper roll placed in front of the door, so simple that it was inconspicuous.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, bent down to pick up the paper roll, and confirmed the movements around him again, and found that the guards disappeared without any reason.

"interesting."

King Xiang raised a playful smile, closed the door, and turned back to the room.

The candlelight was still flickering. He sat back on the bed and unfolded the paper scroll.

On the fine paper, a few words were written in ink: "Luo Xuan became suspicious of Prince Jing'an." The handwriting was a bit messy, obviously written in a hurry.

After reading it, the King of Xiang was silent for a moment, then chuckled.

"It's you..." He whispered to himself, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Who else could this person be who is unwilling to change his address to 'Your Majesty'?"

He shook his head and smiled, muttering, "Prince Jing'an? Aren't the two of them in cahoots with each other? Why are you still suspicious? Sure enough, wolves are wolves after all, and one day they will bite each other."

There was a hint of coldness in his laughter. He slowly put the paper roll into his mouth and chewed it carefully, as if he was holding some rare delicacy in his mouth.

After chewing, he drank a sip of water to completely eliminate all traces.

Gently open the window and look at the endless night sky.

"Prince Jing'an..." He repeated the name in a low voice, with a cold flash in his eyes, "I really want to see how you will fight."

I blew out the candle and lay back on the bed, the room suddenly plunged into darkness.

After closing his eyes, Biluo's face appeared in his mind, with a bit of coldness and gentleness. It was a beautiful figure that he could never forget.

"I don't know what's happening with Biluo..." He muttered to himself, his voice gradually becoming lower and lower and swallowed up by the night.

The night, carrying King Xiang's concern, quietly came to Biluo.

It was so late at night and all around was silent, with only a slight breeze occasionally coming in through the window, swaying the candlelight this and that. Biluo curled up on the bed behind the secret door, staring at the ceiling with his eyes, his thoughts in a mess.

She couldn't sleep.

Ever since she woke up from the ground, that invisible feeling of oppression has been lingering. She realized that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.

I slowly stood up and looked around the small room. The lights were dim, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

The scroll depicting the Prince of Xiang's "Beloved" has not been found to this day.

"Your Highness..." Biluo murmured softly, with a hint of uneasiness and confusion in her tone.

"What on earth is going on..." She muttered to herself, trying to sort out her thoughts.

There was a note lying quietly in Biluo's sleeve pocket. It was the note that inexplicably appeared in her palm after she woke up from the ground that day.

The words above left her at a loss.

"Don't trust anyone, including the King of Xiang."

Time flies and days pass by like flowing water.

The Queen is not in a very good condition and has been bedridden for the past few days. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse. Because she is bedridden, she has also been spared the opportunity to watch the occasional pornographic "experience card".

"Cough cough cough..."

When Nanny Pan heard that the queen had woken up, she hurried over.

"My queen..." His tone was filled with worry.

The queen's face was as white as paper, and her whole body was soaked in the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

She leaned on the bed, looking exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained away.

"Mammy, what time is it?" She asked in a weak and hoarse voice.

"Your Majesty, it's already 3 p.m." Nanny Pan answered softly, glancing at her cautiously, her heart full of worry.

The queen closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath: "Well...it's afternoon..." She swept her eyes across the empty bedroom, as if confirming something, and whispered, "Help me up, cough cough cough..."

Nanny Pan responded quickly and gently lifted the queen's upper body, letting her lean against the bed.

The jade bead curtain swayed slightly with the movement, making a crisp "rustling" sound, and a faint sandalwood scent diffused in the bedroom.

The queen stared blankly at the carved window lattice outside the bead curtain, with a complicated look on her face.

Apart from the three parties involved, not even Nanny Pan knew that His Majesty had "invited" her to watch a live sex scene. She held back a bitter sneer but could not suppress the humiliation and anger in her heart.

However, Nanny Pan thought that the Queen was so ill because she was overly worried about the Crown Prince.

"My queen, you must take good care of yourself! The Crown Prince is almost fully recovered and can walk now. You don't need to worry too much."

Hearing the word "Crown Prince", the Queen's eyes moved, but then returned to being empty. Her voice was slightly hoarse, but with a hint of coldness: "Ahem... Mammy, what do you think I'm worried about?"

Nanny Pan was stunned for a moment. After the experience of the last "slap", she didn't know how to respond. She could only smile awkwardly and lower her head: "Your Majesty is busy with state affairs and worried about the prince. It must be for the country..."

The queen suddenly sneered, and her smile was as sharp as a knife, which made Nanny Pan shiver. She was scared to death. Did she say something wrong again?

Her voice was a little tired: "Mammy, do you think that in this deep palace... Oh, forget it, I won't say anymore..."

However, the depression in her heart made the queen murmur: "Your Majesty...what do you want to give me in exchange for his pleasure in these years?"

Upon hearing this, Nanny Pan dared not say anything more. She could only pick up the medicine bowl beside her and respectfully handed it to the queen: "Your Majesty, please drink the medicine first."

The queen glanced coldly at the medicine bowl, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed, took the bowl, and drank it with a frown.

The bitterness of the Chinese medicine spread across her tongue. The queen closed her eyes and handed the bowl back to the nanny.

Suddenly, a maid's voice came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Rong requests to see you."