Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1893

Upon hearing this, Cen Yuan retracted her arms, pressing her palms against Shi Anxia's lower back with varying degrees of force. Her heartbeat suddenly became heavier, like a drum muffled in cotton wool.

"I'm angry..." He suddenly turned over, his shadow completely covering her, crushing his voice into their breathing, "You gave birth to a child before you grew up, and I wasn't by your side when you gave birth..."

He felt sorry for her. If he could do it again... Actually, he had done it many times, but why did he miss it every time?

His heart was filled with tenderness and hidden pain, and the sound of the leaking clock was drowned out by the intertwining of their lips and their rapid breathing.

He knew that she had recovered her memory, but she was no different from before. It was just that when she was emotional, she occasionally muttered the name "Qingyu", which made him even more fanatical.

When An Xia woke up the next day, the red silk tent was empty. Only the fresh scent lingering beside the pillow proved that last night was not a dream.

She propped herself up and sat up. When the quilt slipped down, several red marks were revealed on her shoulders and neck. Her waist was sore as if it had been run over, but there was a satisfied look in the corners of her eyes.

Nan Yan came in holding a gilded washbasin and helped the lady get up.

She wanted to change the lady's clothes, but was refused.

Shi Anxia was afraid that Nan Yan would see the red marks on her body, "I'll do it myself."

"Madam..." Nan Yan chose her words carefully, "But am I not serving you well?"

"Hmm?" Shi Anxia raised her eyes, "Why do you have this idea?"

Nan Yan was about to cry, "Now you never let me serve you."

Shi Anxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reached out to poke her between the eyebrows, "Why are you so suspicious all day? If you have the time, why don't you look around to see if there's anyone you like, and I'll make the decision to marry you off."

"Nan Yan won't marry, so Nan Yan will stay with his wife."

Shi Anxia said softly, "Look, Xiyue is marrying Lord Kang, and Beihui is about to marry Lord Zhuo, aren't you envious?"

Nan Yan's eyes widened and she spoke without restraint, "I'm not envious. Once I get rid of Sister Bei Hui, I can serve Madam anytime and anywhere."

Bei Hui happened to come in with a basket of wintersweet petals, the fragrance was everywhere, "Then you can't wait any longer. You can't keep me away, I have to serve Madam forever."

Nan Yan chuckled, "You have Master Zhuo to serve, so you can't be distracted. My dear sister, don't fight with me, the lady is mine."

The two girls were very affectionate with each other in their conversation, closer than some sisters at home, and they would not have any grudges against each other because of fighting over anything.

Shi Anxia was happy.

She sat down in front of the bronze mirror and said, "Please comb my hair for me. My Nan Yan is the best at combing hair."

Nan Yan responded happily, only to find that the lady in the bronze mirror was three times more beautiful than Rouge.

The morning light shines through the window screen, turning the fallen hair between the teeth of the comb into golden threads.

The sky had unexpectedly cleared up. Today, Jiang Zhongxin was to be executed on the execution platform in the west of the city. Three thousand soldiers in iron armor stood around, and the people of Gongcheng filled the long street.

The people were whispering to each other and Emperor Zhaowu was squeezed in the crowd.

"Have you heard? The princess wants to increase taxes."

"General Jiang was framed because he stopped this matter."

Someone in the crowd deliberately raised his voice, "The court is trying to force us to death!"

Someone cried out, "General Jiang!"

Someone behind him shouted, "General Jiang!"

One wave is higher than the other, rising one after another.

Once the noise died down, someone would whisper, "The princess is ruthless..."

The people thought of the moldy rice they had eaten and the deaths of their loved ones who had not been able to receive medical treatment in time.