Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chen Yanrou was wearing a light apricot-colored dress at the moment, with her dark hair scattered behind her back, casually tied up with a golden hairpin.

The makeup on her face had long been removed, revealing her dark yellow skin, a slightly bulging belly, and a panicked look.

Obviously, she had gone to bed at this hour.

Coming here in such a hurry, he must have known that Jun Zeyuan was going to lead the army in person.

Jun Zeyuan put down the letter in his hand, hurriedly stood up and helped her up.

Her tone was gentle: "Rou'er, why are you here?"

Seeing that she was only wearing a thin apricot-colored dress, he frowned and said, "It's a cold night, why don't you wear a coat?"

The senior palace maid Jinjuan knelt down hurriedly and said in panic, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty left too fast and I couldn't catch up with her at all."

Jinjuan still felt a little scared when she thought about what happened just now.

When the queen heard that His Majesty was going to lead the army in person, she ran out of the palace and almost slipped. Fortunately, the Bodhisattva blessed her and her stomach was fine.

Jun Zeyuan glanced at Jin Juan, took the coat from her hand and put it on Chen Yanrou.

"You all go out, I will be alone with the Queen for a while."

"Yes."

Everyone retreated.

"Ayuan!"

Chen Yanrou tightly grasped Jun Zeyuan's hand. Her usual dignified, virtuous and gentle expression was completely gone at this moment. She only looked flustered and helpless, with slightly red eyes.

"Ayuan, can you not go?"

Her voice was close to begging.

Jun Zeyuan's heart choked.

Then he hugged her trembling body to ease her anxiety, and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "Rou'er, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty cannot be destroyed in my hands. Don't worry, I will protect myself."

He was excited about leaving the palace and going to war.

But the only thing he couldn't bear to leave was his Rou'er, and now she was pregnant with their child.

Jun Zeyuan reached out and stroked her slightly bulging belly, with a smile on his face: "Just rest assured and take good care of yourself. Don't worry about me. This is our first child, you can't scare him. Don't worry, I will definitely come back safely."

Chen Yanrou choked up, tears flashing in her black eyes: "Ayuan, you must come back safely. I will give birth to our child, and I will take good care of him and wait for you to come back here."

She was the queen of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, she couldn't act on her own, she knew it all along.

Jun Zeyuan caressed her soft hair reluctantly, hugged her tighter, and said in a low, hoarse voice: "Okay."

His chin rested on her black hair, allowing himself to inhale the unique sweetness of her body.

"Rou'er, I will carry you back to the palace to rest."

She leaned against his chest, feeling his warmth, and nodded, enduring the loss in her heart: "Okay."

When Jun Zeyuan was carrying Chen Yanrou out of the imperial study, he saw Zhuang Biyao standing outside.

She must have been here for a long time, but she saw Jun Zeyuan and Chen Yanrou inside, so she didn't come in.

Zhuang Biyao was wearing a white dress, her black hair was draped softly around her waist, and her face was as pale as paper.

Her originally round face was now as thin as a palm, and she looked completely different from when she first entered the palace.

Jun Zeyuan remembered that Zhuang Biyao used to love to laugh.

He and his second brother were both students of Master Zhuang, so he had met Zhuang Biyao several times. At that time, she loved to laugh and was humorous, a very lively woman.

There were many concubines in the palace, but Jun Zeyuan often went to the residences of the Queen and Concubine Zhuang.

Everyone in the palace knew that His Majesty liked the fruit wine brewed by Concubine Zhuang, and he would always go to Concubine Zhuang every few days.

But His Majesty never sleeps with the Concubine.

Everyone said that His Majesty loved Concubine Zhuang's wine, not her as a person.

If Concubine Zhuang didn't have the skill to make wine, she would have fallen out of favor and been sent to the cold palace.

How could they know that it was Concubine Zhuang who was unwilling?

Jun Zeyuan thought about making it up to her, but he never forced anyone to do anything.

Besides, he didn't want to make his Rou'er sad again.

He knew that Concubine Zhuang still had that man in her heart.

When Zhuang Biyao saw Jun Zeyuan carrying Chen Yanrou out, she hurried over to greet him, bowed her head and saluted him, saying, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Jun Zeyuan paused, raised his eyes and looked at her, vaguely guessing why she came.

"Is there anything wrong, Concubine?"

Zhuang Biyao knelt down without saying anything.

"I want to accompany Your Majesty and lead the army in person. I have come to ask Your Majesty to grant my consent."

It was cold in the middle of the night, her clothes were as thin as paper, she knelt on the cold ground, but her brows did not frown.

She lowered her head, frowned, and her dark black hair fell on her cheeks as she knelt down.

"Sister, what are you doing? The ground is cold. If you have something to say, get up and talk."

Chen Yanrou had already stepped down from Jun Zeyuan's arms, and quickly walked to Zhuang Biyao's side, reaching out to help her.

"If your majesty does not agree, I will kneel here forever."

Her tone was firm, revealing a sense of determination.

Jun Zeyuan's face was gentle, but his black eyes were fixed on the woman kneeling calmly.

She also looked up at him.

In addition to determination, there is also begging in his eyes.

Chen Yanrou stood aside and called out helplessly, "A Yuan."

She didn't know how to persuade him.

Chen Yanrou has seen everything Jun Zeyuan has done to Zhuang Biyao these days.

As long as the queen has it, Concubine Zhuang will definitely have it.

No matter how busy he was, he would always make time to sit with Concubine Zhuang.

Chen Yanrou thought that Jun Zeyuan felt guilty towards Zhuang Biyao.

Although he told her again and again that he loved her, it was clear that Jun Yichen had special feelings for Zhuang Biyao.

As time goes by, Chen Yanrou can see from Jun Zeyuan's eyes his feelings for Concubine Zhuang.

To say it wasn't painful would be a lie.

But she is the queen. It is not normal for Ayuan to have three palaces and six courtyards. The emperor should treat everyone equally.

But A Yuan never stayed overnight at Concubine Zhuang's place.

She also understood that it was not that A Yuan was unwilling, but that Concubine Zhuang would openly send her away when the time came.

A Yuan came to her several times, and although he was extremely gentle to her, she knew that he was feeling lost.

"Empress Zhuang, the battlefield is dangerous. I don't need you to accompany me."

He looked at her deeply, his face still gentle, but there was an inexplicable feeling of loss in his heart.

Zhuang Biyao raised her eyes and looked at him: "Your Majesty, I must go."

"Why do I have to go?"

Zhuang Biyao smiled sadly: "Your Majesty, why do you ask when you already know the answer?"

Jun Zeyuan smiled.

Of course he knew it.

I never thought that such an unreliable person would be so important to her.

He already had a plan in mind, but he still said indifferently: "Did Concubine Zhuang forget that you are my concubine now?"

"Your Majesty, he was the only one who defended Luocheng and survived a life-threatening situation. I, your concubine, just wanted to see him for the last time."