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In the early morning, Yuan Ying woke up leisurely in Murong Xuanyi's arms. As far as he could see, Murong Xuanyi's enlarged face was looking at him with a smile.

"Awake?" Murong Xuanyi's voice was deep and magnetic, as if it could reach the softest part of people's hearts. He gently pushed the loose hair on Yuan Ying's forehead behind her ears.

Yuan Ying looked at Murong Xuan, and the scene of last night came to his mind. He still had traces of last night's passion on his body. The two looked at each other with some embarrassment.

Seeing her like this, Murong Xuanyi found it even more interesting. He couldn't help but tease her, "Princess, am I the Seventh Wonderful Young Master? Hmm?" Then he pretended to kiss her again.

Yuan Ying stared at him angrily. Damn, what a Seven Seconds Man, he was simply a King Kong lion. He had been annoying her so much last night that she really wanted to kick him off the bed, fearing that the wedding night would leave a psychological trauma on him. In the end, she showed mercy.

She quickly pushed him away and said, "You are so frivolous!" As she spoke, she hurriedly tidied her clothes, got out of bed and went to wash up.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi followed behind her and said, "Yesterday I asked the nanny to select four maids for you to take care of your daily life." Knowing that she didn't like to have maids, he only picked four for her. In the end, she still did everything by herself.

Yuan Ying paused for a moment while holding the jade comb in his hand, and turned his head to look at Murong Xuanyi and said, "I was born in the military camp, and I'm used to doing everything myself. You don't have to worry about me, just keep your habits."

She knew that the royal nobles were served by servants in their daily lives, and that everything from dressing to washing was provided. Although this was not a lifestyle she approved of, she could still respect it. Only in this way could the two of them live in harmony.

Murong Xuanyi smiled and took the jade comb from Yuan Ying's hand. He gently combed Yuan Ying's long hair with gentle movements. "Then, I'll do as you say. You are the most important person in the palace, and you have the final say!"

The two of them packed up and went to the front hall.

The table was filled with breakfast, with many varieties, but each portion was small, and they were all exquisite snacks. Murong Xuanyi glanced at Yuan Ying cautiously.

Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, Murong Xuanyi was also in a good mood, and he would pick up some food for her from time to time.

The prince had specifically instructed that the princess never liked to have anyone stand by to serve her while she ate, so after Yuxi led the maids to set the breakfast, she consciously left.

After breakfast, Murong Xuanyi led Yuan Ying to the ancestral hall. Inside the ancestral hall, there was only one tablet enshrined, which looked particularly solemn.

Yuxi had been waiting quietly in the ancestral hall. She held incense and candles in her hands. When the two entered, she respectfully lit the incense for them and called softly, "My Lord, my Princess, please burn incense."

Murong Xuanyi said slowly to the tablet with full respect: "Mother, I am married to the best woman in the world, her name is Yuan Ying."

After saying this, he bowed deeply. Yuan Ying followed closely behind him, also bowing to the tablet with a pious heart, saying: "Mother, I will spend my life with Xuan Yi and live up to your expectations."

In the ancestral hall, the smoke of incense curled up, and it seemed that even the air was filled with a solemn and warm atmosphere.

Murong Xuanyi turned to look at Yuan Ying, his eyes full of tenderness: "Yan'er, thank you!"

Afterwards, Murong Xuanyi took Yuan Ying out of the ancestral hall and introduced her to the various scenes of the palace as they walked. Yuan Ying had also lived in Prince Jing's Palace for a few days before, but had never visited it. She had never expected that the Prince Jing's Palace was so big.

In modern times, you have to buy tickets to enter royal palaces, but now you can visit them freely for free and it’s like your own home. Who understands this feeling?

The back garden of Prince Jing's Mansion is full of lush flowers and trees, with beautiful and elegant rockery, as well as a large artificial lake and a waterside pavilion overlooking the lake.

The autumn breeze is warm, and the red railings and green boards, the winding corridors, the green trees and the white flowers create a luxurious and beautiful scene. Especially the flowers planted against the railings are all extremely rare and precious varieties. In the lake, pairs of jade-like mandarin ducks are leisurely and contented, and red-crowned white cranes are graceful. Their shadows are reflected in the water, adding a bit of rarity and elegance.

Before they knew it, it was already noon. Murong Xuanyi brought Yuan Ying to the pavilion in the garden, where the servants had already prepared a sumptuous lunch. Outside the pavilion was a sea of ​​flowers, and the breeze blew, bringing bursts of floral fragrance.

"This is my favorite place to rest on weekdays." Murong Xuanyi poured a glass of wine for Yuan Ying, "It's a special feeling for you and me to drink together here today."

Yuan Ying raised his glass, took a sip, and said with a smile: "This wine is quite good."

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Yuan Ying suddenly remembered that she had not yet paid respects at the palace, so she asked, "Murong Xuanyi, should we pay respects at the palace as newlyweds?"

Suddenly, Rong Xuanyi's face darkened slightly, and he sighed softly and said, "Well! I'll go."

Yuan Ying thought that the emperor was poisoned and had not recovered yet, so he didn't think much about it.

Inside the palace.

Hua Qiansong no longer gave Emperor Kang Ren a medicinal bath. Instead, he gave him acupuncture, making his whole body look like a hedgehog.

Emperor Kang Ren frowned, but endured the pain, his eyes flashing with determination. Hua Qiansong was skilled, and each needle was extremely accurate. "Your Majesty, although this acupuncture method is painful, it can dredge the meridians and eliminate the remaining poison. Please be patient."

"Qiansong," Emperor Kang Ren's voice sounded a little tired, but it revealed unquestionable majesty, "how long will this treatment take me?" After saying that, his gaze once again turned to Hua Qiansong who was busy with the silver needles, his eyes full of expectation.

Hua Qiansong looked focused and serious. After he paused for a moment, he slowly said, "After this treatment is finished, I will take your pulse carefully to see how your condition is."

Emperor Kang Ren sighed heavily. This road of treatment seemed like a year.

At this time, Murong Xuanyi had already entered the palace gate, feeling mixed emotions. He knew that if his father insisted on killing Yan'er, then he... He took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the magnificent palace with firm steps, having already made up his mind.