The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

On the other side, Cen Yuan arranged everything in an orderly manner and even had a simple dinner with Tang Chujun.

He had no appetite and put down his chopsticks after eating only a few bites.

Although Tang Chujun was sad, he still ate a lot of food.

She has to run back and forth many times a day between Yao Sheng and her daughter, and she needs to have the energy to do so.

She also advised her son-in-law to eat more, "Now, you have to take good care of your health. We are all counting on you."

Cen Yuan was forced to eat one more bowl before saying, "My father came to our house for dinner today, why don't you entertain him?"

"How could I have the time to entertain...ah, what did you say? Your Majesty, he he he came here specially to have a meal?" Tang Chujun didn't understand. Is it because the treasury is empty and there is no food in the palace?

Come here specially for dining!

Cen Yuan silently glanced at her stupid mother-in-law and changed the subject, "Mother, I will stay in Xia'er's room tonight to take care of her, you don't have to worry."

Tang Chujun wanted to stay and take care of his daughter. Seeing his son-in-law's serious and stern look, he didn't say anything. He just nodded and said, "You have to take care of yourself too."

"Don't worry, mother. I'll have to take care of my mother. Also, Dr. Shen and his future daughter-in-law will live in our house in the future..." He explained everything clearly and in detail.

Tang Chujun was in tears as he listened, "Yuan'er, what happened to you? You were the one who was unconscious a few days ago, and today it's Xia'er? Can you tell me what's going on? Also, how did Xia'er get hit by the Zhuyou technique?"

Cen Yuan was silent for a moment, then said solemnly, "Mother, I can't explain this to you right away. But don't worry, Xia'er will be fine."

After saying this, he stood up, bowed and left.

The moment he turned around, he said solemnly, "Mother, what I am most grateful for is that you are willing to betroth Xia'er to me in this life."

Tang Chujun's tears slid down his cheeks, but he smiled, "Kid, why are you saying these things? I have been muddle-headed in my life and have not done many right things. This is the only thing I have done best. Yuan'er, I feel relieved that Xia'er has you to protect her."

She was so busy being sentimental that she didn't hear the key point of her son-in-law's words: this life.

Cen Yuan bowed again, turned around and went out, asking someone to move his quilt to the west wing.

He asked Hong Que to help Shi Anxia wash up, and he also took a bath and changed into clean clothes.

When he came back, he went around the study again and found a ball of blood-soaked paper in the trash can.

I opened the paper and saw names written all over it, connected by lines.

Wang Chengyou, Lu Shiliang, and Wu Hongbo were on the top floor, and on the next floor were Wang Jinglun and Zhuo Qiran.

Finally, a name was circled.

The blood just covered the name completely, but it was still vaguely visible: Shi Chengyi.

No wonder Shi Anxia fainted. She already knew everything.

He chose not to tell her because he was afraid that she would be sad, but she deduced the truth by herself. It is hard to tell whether it is good or bad for a person to be too smart.

Cen Yuan crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can again.

He returned to the house, dismissed everyone, and quietly lay down beside Shi Anxia. He gently took her hand and placed it on his chest.

The moonlight shines into the room, casting a faint silvery light on the ground.

He thought about it, then reached out and let down the curtain.

In the small space, there were only him and his wife.

It felt wonderful. For the first time, I felt so safe and confident lying with her.

Peace and tranquility.

His anxious heart suddenly became calm.

Perhaps he felt that this was not intimate enough, so he stretched out his arms, passed through her neck, and gently embraced her petite and light body in his arms.

Almost immediately, she curled up in his arms, shivering like a kitten caught in the rain.

Shi Anxia was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

The war horses neighed and the swords were swung, causing a bloody rain to fall from the sky.

The man was covered in blood and it was hard to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

He swung his sword forward, and blood rained down.

"Retreat! Retreat!" he ordered quickly, and alone he blocked thousands of troops.

Finally, he was drowned in the blood rain.

The enemy rushed forward and chopped off the head of his horse like a corpse.

The spear pierced the man's body and he fell straight down.

Shi Anxia cried out, "Qingyu! Qingyu! Don't die! Don't die! Wait for me..."

The scene changed, and screams echoed in the magnificent palace.

The man was tortured to the point of being unrecognizable.

He kept shouting, "Kill me! Kill me!"

The people around him couldn't bring themselves to do it, so he drew out the dagger himself and stabbed it accurately towards his neck.

Blood was all over the bed...

Shi Anxia cried and threw herself into the blood, hugged his skinny body, and buried her head in his chest, "Qingyu... Qingyu... I'm sorry, it's all because of me, it's all because of me..."

Someone came over and dragged her away, cursing at her, "You are a woman who brings disaster upon herself! Get out!"

"Destroy the bridge after crossing it! Betrayal!"

She was unwilling to give up, so she struggled to crawl to the man again and still hugged him.

The man pushed her away coldly, "Go away! Go back to your North Wing! Go and be your high and mighty queen mother forever."

"Anyway, others are always more important than me."

"You don't have to pity me!"

Shi Anxia was speechless, her face full of tears, "Qingyu..."

Outside the house, Bei Hui heard the lady crying and couldn't help asking, "Young Master, do you need a candle?"

Cen Yuan said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Bei Hui pushed the door open and came in, lighting a candle in the dark. "Young Master, I heard Madam crying. Did I hear it wrongly?"

"She's crying." Cen Yuan hugged Shi Anxia, ​​who was crying, and gently wiped away her tears, patting her gently like coaxing a baby.

"How about letting me take over the night watch? You are too tired."

"No need. Go and rest. There's no need to keep watch outside." Cen Yuan stood up and poured a glass of water.

Bei Hui quietly walked out the door and withdrew the night watchmen.

Shi Anxia never woke up, and the entire Young Master's Mansion was cast into a shadow.

Cen Yuan didn't go anywhere and stayed in the room these days.

Shen Siyuan moved into the Young Master's Mansion and came to Tinglan Court a few times, but he didn't solve any problems. He still said, "Wait until she wakes up."

Cen Yuan gritted her teeth and said, "What if she can't wake up?"

"Then you won't wake up."

Cen Yuan: "..."

What use is there for you!

Shen Siyuan smiled bitterly, "Don't be so cold to me, Prince Consort! You know your family's affairs best. Is this a common disease? Is it a problem that can be solved by a few injections and a few medicines?"

Cen Yuan remained silent.

Shen Siyuan proposed a novel plan for himself and for everyone else, "Prince consort, don't be gloomy all day long. Your scary look ruins the whole aura. This is why she can't wake up. Do you understand? She will think you don't welcome her to wake up."

If you still don’t believe it, I can’t cure you!