Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

Jiang Qingyan didn't dwell on the question of Mo Yan's future with the two of them anymore. She kissed each of them on the cheek and then ran into the bedroom.

Seeing Mo Ting sitting at his desk writing something, Jiang Qingyan curiously went over to him.

Mo Ting pulled Jiang Qingyan into his arms, and she straddled his lap.

He put his arm around Jiang Qingyan's waist and explained affectionately, "My lord, the Heartless Gu that the tribute scholar was afflicted with originated from the Western Regions. The only person who can use this Gu and cure it is the sole heir to the throne, Prince Aksu. I happen to have some connection with him, and this letter was written to him."

Jiang Qingyan raised an eyebrow. "Aksu? Just the name sounds like it's juicy, crisp, and sweet!"

How did a prince from the Western Regions end up with the same name as an apple?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingyan couldn't help but laugh out loud. She hugged Mo Ting's neck and laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, leaving Mo Ting full of questions.

Mo Ting pinched Jiang Qingyan's cheek and asked in confusion, "Why are you smiling so happily, my husband?"

Jiang Qingyan smiled and shook her head, pointing to the letter in his hand, "Then hurry up and send the letter out. I hope that Aksu apple... ah... no... Aksu prince... is willing to cure Mu Zhiqiu of the curse. I've heard that Mu Zhiqiu is extremely talented in literature. If he dies because of this curse, wouldn't our Da'an be missing a talented person?"

Mo Ting stared intently into Jiang Qingyan's eyes and said earnestly, "Husband, is it really just because Mu Zhiqiu is good at writing?"

Jiang Qingyan blinked her big, watery eyes. "Of course! Your husband has always been eager to find talent!"

Mo Ting slightly curved his lips and leaned down to kiss Jiang Qingyan's lips...

As they engaged in a passionate kiss, the desire in Mo Ting's eyes grew stronger. Just as he was about to get up and carry Jiang Qingyan to the bed, she grabbed his shoulders.

She looked into Mo Ting's eyes with dreamy eyes and said coquettishly, "Baby, we haven't tried it here yet..."

Hearing this, Mo Ting became even more excited and kissed Jiang Qingyan's lips again...

After a long while, Mo Ting gently stroked Jiang Qingyan's back, which was covered in fragrant sweat, and said softly while panting, "Husband, let me carry you to bed to rest."

Jiang Qingyan was already exhausted and limp, yawning and muttering, "Mmm... I'm so sleepy..."

Mo Ting kissed Jiang Qingyan's forehead affectionately, picked her up, strode to the bedside, put her down, then put on his outer robe and ordered the eunuch outside the door, "Quickly bring a bucket of hot water."

The young eunuch responded and quickly brought in the hot water that had been prepared beforehand, then bowed his head and retreated.

Having served her for so long, he had long since gotten used to preparing hot water even during the day, since the Emperor had so much energy...

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Qingyan had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Mo Ting gently lifted her up and placed her in the bathtub, tenderly wiping away the sweat from her body.

After a long while, he finally managed to lift Jiang Qingyan out of the bathtub, despite the heat in his body. He dried her off with a towel before carrying her back to bed.

Looking at the sweet and soft Jiang Qingyan beside him, Mo Ting couldn't help but smile. He put his arm around her waist and they both fell asleep...

With my husband by my side, my sleep quality has indeed improved a lot...

At night, Jiang Qingyan was walking towards Xuan Ye's residence when she was suddenly drawn by the sound of a woman crying...

Jiang Qingyan raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but shiver...

On this dark and windy night, where did the sound of a woman crying come from?

Could it be a female ghost seeking revenge?

I once saw a blogger mention in a video that most women in the ancient imperial harem never saw the emperor more than a few times in their entire lives, so many went mad or even committed suicide…

There were also innocent people who were framed and killed...

Growing increasingly frightened, Jiang Qingyan hid behind a young eunuch and slowly looked in the direction of the sound…

Mo Yan was squatting at the corner, hugging her knees, looking panicked and her face covered in tears, appearing exceptionally pitiful...

Jiang Qingyan quickly ran over and squatted down in front of Mo Yan, asking with concern, "What's wrong, Mo Yan? Why aren't you sleeping so late? Why are you crying here? Did someone bully you?"

Upon hearing Jiang Qingyan's voice, Mo Yan, as if grasping at a lifeline, threw herself into her arms and burst into tears: "Your Majesty... I'm so glad I met you... otherwise I would have died in this palace..."

Jiang Qingyan gently patted Mo Yan's back and asked in confusion, "What exactly happened? Tell me quickly!"

Mo Yan leaned on Jiang Qingyan's shoulder, sobbing, "There's a ghost in this palace... It knocked on my window... and told me to leave the palace immediately..."

Jiang Qingyan frowned. What the heck? A ghost?

What is Gui Nianchao Moyan doing outside the palace?

Seeing that Mo Yan was crying harder and harder, Jiang Qingyan had no choice but to comfort her, saying, "Don't be afraid. We are all high-quality talents of the 21st century. How can we believe in ghosts and gods? We have to believe in science!"

Mo Yan shook her head, looking aggrieved, and said, "Anyway, I'm scared... I don't dare to sleep alone tonight..."

Jiang Qingyan glanced at Xuan Ye's bedchamber, then looked at Mo Yan trembling in her arms. Helpless, she turned to a eunuch and instructed, "Go and inform Consort Xuan that I have something to do tonight. Tell him to go to sleep first and not wait for me. I will go and keep him company tomorrow night."

Seeing that the young eunuch had already taken his orders and left, Mo Yan couldn't help but reveal a triumphant smile...

It's just a matter of vying for favor; how could that be difficult for a time traveler who has watched countless palace dramas?

Even if the emperor is a homosexual who enjoys male beauty, it's only because he hasn't experienced the pleasures of women...

If you've tried her... how could you possibly become obsessed with the same sex again?

Jiang Qingyan patted Mo Yan's back and said softly, "Okay, don't be afraid. I'll go back with you now and watch you fall asleep before I leave."

Mo Yan nodded and slowly withdrew from Jiang Qingyan's embrace...

Jiang Qingyan stood up and reached out her right hand to help Mo Yan up, but after trying a few times with Jiang Qingyan's hand, Mo Yan pouted a little shyly and said, "My legs are numb..."

Jiang Qingyan pinched her brow helplessly, then bent down, picked her up, and strode towards Zhenxiang Palace…

Luckily, she exercises with Lu Nian in her spare time, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to carry Mo Yan...

Mo Yan rested her head on Jiang Qingyan's shoulder, looking triumphantly at the dark figure in the distance, her eyes full of provocation...

Upon arriving at Zhenxiang Palace, Jiang Qingyan gently placed Mo Yan on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and whispered, "Go to sleep. I'll sit on the small couch outside and keep you company."

After saying that, Jiang Qingyan turned and walked towards the small couch, but as soon as she took a step, Mo Yan quickly grabbed Jiang Qingyan's hand, looking at her with teary eyes, and murmured, "Can you lie down next to me? I want to hold your hand while I sleep... otherwise I'll be scared as soon as I close my eyes..."

Jiang Qingyan raised an eyebrow: "Huh? Sleep with me? Aren't you afraid of losing your reputation?"