The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

That night Xiao Yu stayed in Chunxi Palace.

Fei Wan couldn't sleep with him, so he just lay next to her. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she felt a heaviness on her shoulder. It turned out that the emperor's arm was around her.

She moved and took his arm away. He came closer to her again, half asleep and half awake, with his head against her and his body curled up in the quilt, like a cat sleeping beside its owner, rubbing against her all the time.

Fei Wan changed her posture and relaxed her stiff body, but he came at her again.

And held her hand.

But she still didn't wake up, and just subconsciously grabbed him in her sleep.

Fei Wan held him in her arms, allowing him to sleep even more soundly.

He was very reluctant to get up early. Only after the palace maids outside the curtain reminded him several times did he get up with a sigh.

"I haven't slept so soundly in a long time. I wish I could sleep until the sun is high in the sky every day without having to get up early."

Fei Wan laughed at him, "Then Your Majesty, please don't go to the morning court and continue sleeping. Spring nights are short, so from now on, you can sleep here with me until noon every day, and you can even eat lunch in the bedroom."

"It's getting even more mean-spirited!"

The emperor tapped Fei Wan's nose.

Tell her not to get up and just take good care of it.

He went to court to discuss matters, and came back at noon. He had lunch placed in the bedroom and personally fed Fei Wan two mouthfuls of soup.

Xiao Hui was standing nearby at the time and later sighed, "His Majesty has become even better to the Empress."

"Yeah." Fei Wan nodded, "I earned it with great difficulty."

Everyone knows that money needs to be earned, but they often forget that close relationships also need to be earned, and even require more effort than earning money.

Fei Wan's way of winning the emperor's affection is not upright, and she is full of scheming.

Just because she never wanted the emperor to love her.

She just wants pampering, lots of pampering, enough for her to advance in rank and call the shots, enough for her to accomplish what she wants.

If the emperor had a trace of true feelings in these favors, he would expect to get a true response from her.

Congratulations to him then.

It's his bad luck that he will never get it.

He was lucky because Feiwan would pretend to give him everything he wanted.

For example, even now, despite being injured and lying in bed all day, she still cared about his health. She would bring soup and water to Chenqian Palace several times a day. If he came, she would fight with her exhausted body and order the palace servants to do this and that to serve the king.

Xiao Yu was touched by her, but he also blamed her for not getting enough rest: "You were never so dedicated before, and now that you're seriously injured, you're worrying about me instead."

Fei Wan rested her head on her arms, her long hair cascading down like black satin, her face as bright as moonlight, and she smiled meekly when she heard that.

"Your Majesty, are you blaming me for not being attentive to you in the past? I have always been favored and have spent a lot of time with you. I am even more afraid to send gifts to you, and I want to leave the opportunity to other sisters."

Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the bed, drinking the chicken soup that Fei Wan had stewed for two hours. He asked with a smile, "Then why are you so unwilling to give others a chance now? You have given me so much food and soup these past two days?"

Fei Wan looked at him reluctantly.

She whispered, "I don't want Your Majesty to be lonely."

"I'm lonely?" Xiao Yuwen smiled.

"Hmm." Fei Wan's eyes gradually misted over as she whispered, "After this experience, I realized that the Queen Mother didn't care about Your Majesty at all. I heard that you were raised under the Queen Mother's name from the age of four, and your biological mother passed away when you were seven. For so many years, the Queen Mother was your only mother. But such a mother is probably not only unable to protect her child from the wind and rain, but she herself is the storm. At the birthday banquet, I was only confused, but after this experience, I fully understand the pain you have felt since childhood."

Xiao Yu put down the soup bowl.

His face darkened.

"Don't talk nonsense about the Queen Mother."

The two palace maids in front of her knelt down, not daring to look up.

Fei Wan lay there in the same posture and expression, looking at the man in front of her with a gentle and compassionate look.

She continued, "Although I have been a slave for many years and have suffered a lot, my heart is always warmed when I think of the love my adoptive parents gave me as a child. During the most difficult times, I sometimes thought of committing suicide. But when I think of the hard work my adoptive parents put in raising me, I persevere and dare not let them down. Their kindness to me warmed the first half of my life. In the second half of my life, I have Your Majesty, and you treat me better than they did. But Your Majesty..."

A tear slid down from the corner of Fei Wan's eye.

Her expression was filled with sorrow. "You were so young when you left your birth mother's arms, spending every day with people like the Queen Mother. Later, even your birth mother passed away, and you couldn't even see her occasionally. I dare to say... you suffered even more than I did."

"I will rely on you for the rest of my life. Who can you rely on? The country is on your shoulders. All I can do is bring you more soup."

"Zhao Qing, please take a rest."

The emperor listened silently, looked unhappy, and stood up and left.

He took away the palace maids waiting outside.

Most of the palace people were in the Chunxi Palace of the Palace Administration Office, and the place became quiet and deserted again.

"My Lady, your words..."

Xiangyi and Xiaohui stood up from the ground, both a little worried.

Isn't what Your Majesty said too presumptuous?

Fei Wan told them not to worry.

The emperor walked away, not because he was really angry, but because no concubine had ever dared to say such things to him, and he was too surprised to face the revelation of his scars.

His resistance and rejection of the Queen Mother did not develop overnight.

Fei Wan was unsure in the early days of her reign as the emperor's favorite, but today, the things that had happened and the emperor's subtle and fleeting emotions were enough for her to infer the relationship between the empress dowager and the emperor.

On the eve of the coming storm, the deepest hidden vulnerability in his heart was peeled off, making him recall the old people and old things again, and relive the domineering suppression of his stepmother for many years.

It will only make him more reckless in dealing with the Queen Mother.

And, she was the first person he talked to about his childhood trauma.

It will only make his heart unable to help but get closer.

She wanted to be a special and irreplaceable woman to him.

“Sister, the Queen Mother secretly sent someone to see me and gave me this.”

Zhishu, who was in the middle of postpartum confinement, came at night.

Wearing a dark green hat, he blended into the night.

As soon as he entered the house, he took out a sachet from his sleeve.

"It belongs to Concubine Hui." Fei Wan recognized it at the first sight.

Concubine Hui didn't have many ornaments on her body, but she often carried this sachet with her. Many people had seen it, and it had an eagle soaring in the sky embroidered on it.

"The Empress Dowager's Ciyu Palace is sealed off, can anyone still be sent out?" Fei Wan smiled knowingly.

People become better with age.

The empress dowager, who has been immersed in the palace for many years, must have her own way to send someone out of confinement.

That’s not the point.

Zhishu didn't stay long, she just talked about business and asked Feiwan to open her purse.

"The Empress Dowager told me that the lining of Concubine Hui's purse is a rare rouge brocade, and it was newly supplied this year."

This year's new rouge brocade?

Xiang Yi recognized it immediately: "This pattern is the one that His Majesty gave to the Queen."