Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, this scene was simply jaw-dropping - Your Majesty, he was actually caressing the tender place that once belonged to the former Crown Prince, and was so close to the former Crown Princess, his identities and boundaries blurred at this moment.

The two were filled with shock and fear, but could only look at each other in silence.

"Your Majesty..." Eunuch An's voice trembled, trying to break the incredible tranquility, but seemed afraid of disturbing the delicate atmosphere.

Chunmei opened her mouth, but finally had to cover it with her hands, fearing that her scream would become a discordant note in the silence.

Murong Shuo seemed unaware of the unusual surroundings. His gaze was gentle and deep, lightly passing over Eunuch An and Chunmei, with a barely perceptible hint of helplessness and pity.

He straightened his slightly messy hair again and his gaze fell on the woman in front of him again. She was his former daughter-in-law, but at this moment, he felt an indescribable emotion surging in his heart.

"Your Majesty..." Eunuch An spoke again, his voice a little anxious, as if he wanted to ask something but didn't dare to speak directly.

Murong Shuo gently waved his hand, signaling Eunuch An to calm down, and then said to Chunmei, "Come here and try to wake her up and get her to eat. If that doesn't work, go get the imperial physician."

There was an unquestionable determination in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Chunmei and Eunuch An exchanged a quick glance and then left.

Eunuch An hurried off to prepare food and summon the imperial physician, while Chunmei approached cautiously.

"Girl, girl, wake up..." Chunmei's voice was soft and urgent. She gently patted the woman's cheek, trying to wake her up.

However, the woman still kept her eyes closed and showed no reaction at all.

"Miss, it's your servant. The emperor is here to see you in person. Please wake up."

Chunmei's voice sounded a little more anxious. She increased her strength and gently shook the woman's arm, but Zhang Tianai remained motionless.

Chunmei knew in her heart that the girl was deliberately unconscious. She could feel the cunning and complacency hidden behind her tightly closed eyes.

But she also knew that this play had to go on until the girl achieved her goal.

Murong Shuo's gaze never left Zhang Tianai, and there was both expectation and worry in his eyes.

"Girl..." Chunmei continued to call softly.

Murong Shuo's eyes swept over again, his brows furrowed, and he finally lost his patience: "Chunmei, hurry up and urge the imperial physician. Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

When Chunmei heard this, she felt confused - hadn't Eunuch An already gone to ask for a doctor?

But she also understood that it was not wise to leave the emperor and the girl alone at this moment.

So she retreated slowly, taking every step cautiously, for fear of disturbing the delicate atmosphere.

Murong Shuo stood alone beside the bed, staring intently at the sleeping face.

His slender fingers involuntarily shuttled through her hair again, gently parting it, slowly sliding down along her delicate brow bone, and finally stopping at the tip of her small and straight nose.

Her nose, as white as jade, added an indescribable agility and elegance to her.

His fingertips gently slid across her cheek, finally resting on her slightly pale lips.

The lip color is so light that it is almost transparent, but it has a faint, barely noticeable blush, like a newly opened petal, which arouses endless imagination.

He couldn't help but want to add a touch of vitality to this paleness, make her lips more vivid, and bring back the radiance to her face.

He couldn't help but ask himself, why did he care so much about her? She was clearly so sick, yet she still stubbornly refused all food and water. Was this torturing herself, or was it testing his patience and determination?

"You..." He whispered, his voice full of helplessness and heartache.

He patted her cheek gently, so gently as if afraid to disturb her dream.

Then, he leaned forward slightly with his tall body, almost touching her face, and looked at her carefully, with a look that contained both admiration and confusion.

He knew very well that there were many women in the world. Some might be stunning at first sight, but would appear mediocre upon closer inspection; others would become more and more boring the more he looked at them, and even lead to a feeling of disgust.

However, she, the woman who was once his daughter-in-law, seemed to possess a kind of magic that could make him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself, whether he was looking at her from afar or up close.

At this moment, even though she is sick, she still exudes a unique beauty, like an exquisite porcelain doll, making people want to protect and cherish her.

His hand unconsciously stroked her lips again, as if he wanted to engrave this beauty in his heart forever.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his hand, stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the waves in his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, strong and powerful, yet with a barely perceptible tremor.

In that delicate moment, he put his hands behind his back, silent as the night, with unknown waves hidden in his deep eyes.

And she, sleeping like a baby, was completely unaware of everything around her.

He waited patiently, his eyes occasionally glancing out the window, searching for some indescribable comfort.

At this moment, Zhang Tianai seemed to sense something, her eyes slightly opened, and a lazy light flashed in her eyes.

The ex-father-in-law's fingers just gently brushed across her cheek, and lightly stroked her lips, then stood up. His forbearance and restraint seemed even deeper under the cover of night.

He was clearly at the door, so why was he still so restrained? The urge in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, but he could only suppress it silently.

"Just hugging her in my arms, isn't that the right script at this moment?" He sighed inwardly, but saw that Zhang Tianai had quietly adjusted her posture, as if preparing for the upcoming intimacy. The tacit understanding and expectation slowly spread in the air.

However, in the end, she just sighed softly and continued to maintain that false sleep, waiting for the next turning point of fate.

Murong Shuo stared at her again, his eyes finally falling on her small and soft hands. He reached out his hand involuntarily, gently held them, and his fingertips gently stroked the almost invisible scar on her palm.

Zhang Tianai seemed to feel this tenderness, her body moved slightly, and she uttered a few soft and seductive murmurs.

She turned around gently, and the quilt slipped off, revealing her half-undone clothes. Her bright red bellyband was faintly visible, like a rose blooming in the morning light, so beautiful and tempting.

She took the initiative to shake his hand back and led him towards the bed. That silent invitation was enough to move even the hardest-hearted person.

A hint of surprise flashed in Murong Shuo's eyes. The scene before him was as beautiful as a painting, which was captivating, no matter whether it was red or snow-white.

However, he looked at the door again, and finally couldn't help but bend down and squat, put his lips to her lips, and kissed them lightly.

Just as he was about to indulge in this gentle paradise, hold the beauty in his arms, and savor the taste he had longed for, a voice of "Your Majesty" suddenly rang out, like cold water poured over his head, instantly bringing him back to reality.

The figure of Eunuch An came closer and broke the moment of tranquility and beauty.

Murong Shuo's face instantly darkened. He abruptly pulled his hand back and turned to look at the untimely intruder, his eyes full of displeasure and anger.

What was interrupted was not only the tenderness of this moment, but also the dream he had carefully constructed.

He glared at Eunuch An, as if he wanted to drive him out of this world with his eyes, because disturbing him at this critical moment was the greatest blasphemy to his feelings.

"Your Majesty." Eunuch An called out, and he also noticed that His Majesty was unhappy. What happened?

He couldn't help but wonder if he had accidentally entered into some area that he shouldn't have touched.

This thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately rejected it. He muttered to himself: How could this be? If something really happened to the former Crown Princess and the Emperor, what would the world think?

He didn't dare to think about it any further, for fear that once the unspoken secret was exposed, it would cause the whole world to be stunned, as if even their eyeballs would fall out of their bodies in shock.

"Is the meal ready?" Murong Shuo's voice was mixed with a barely perceptible irritation, but he then realized that even if he was disturbed, how could he violate the rules in this situation?

He suppressed his anger and asked instead.

Seeing this, Eunuch An felt relieved and quickly replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, the meal has arrived, and the imperial physician will be here soon."

Before he finished speaking, Chunmei's light figure walked in from outside the door. She followed Eunuch An and bowed with a gentle gesture.

Murong Shuo's eyes flickered between the two of them, and he finally ordered Chunmei to ask the imperial physician to come in. Chunmei obeyed the order and quietly withdrew again.

Eunuch An took the opportunity to step forward a few steps, stood beside Murong Shuo, and waited for the arrival of the imperial physician.

The hall was silent for a moment, with only the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the window and the faint candlelight inside the hall complementing each other.

Soon, the imperial physician hurried in. After a thorough examination, he slowly said, "Your Majesty must have fainted temporarily. She should wake up after a short rest."

Although there was a hint of uncertainty in his words, he also revealed the calmness of a doctor.

When Murong Shuo heard this, although he had some doubts in his heart, he knew that it was not appropriate to ask too much at this moment and could only wait and see how the situation developed.

At this moment, Chunmei called softly again, gently waking up the sleeping Zhang Tianai.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Murong Shuo standing beside the bed. She called out softly, "Your Majesty."

Murong Shuo's eyes met hers. He knew very well that his feelings for the former Crown Princess were beyond common sense. Even though he had said that he would never come again, he still couldn't help but step into this forbidden area.

He secretly warned himself that as an emperor, what could a mere visit mean? If he really wanted to, why couldn't he do it?