Hey, you are reborn too?

The queen, who usually dresses meticulously and always wears formal attire, was now only wearing a pink inner garment.

She sat on the edge of the bed, gently turned sideways to face the emperor, and looked at him tenderly.

"Why?" The emperor stood there with his hands behind his back, his clothes buttoned neatly, and he was totally unromantic. "Does the queen have something to tell me?"

"Oh," the queen was tired of one pose, so she twisted slightly and changed to another pose. This time, she tried hard to squeeze out the mist in her eyes, "Your Majesty, how long has it been since you last touched me?"

"I don't know," the emperor said calmly, swallowing his saliva, "when did the queen need me so much?"

"Look at what you said," the queen saw that the emperor would not come over, so she took the initiative to stand up and gently touched the emperor's heart, "Who in the harem doesn't need your majesty?"

The queen paused for a moment, then tenderly embraced the emperor's waist and said, "Your Majesty, please be gentle with me."

"Which woman in the harem doesn't need me?" The emperor's eyes wandered, and he muttered to himself. He suddenly patted the queen on the back, and his voice became joyful, "Yes, I should go see her!"

The queen frowned in confusion, keeping her head buried in the emperor's arms, and immediately adjusted her expression.

After the malice on her face and in her eyes disappeared, she slowly raised her head and looked into the emperor's eyes.

"Your Majesty, what does this mean? I don't understand."

"It's nothing." The emperor narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up, which was rare. He gently broke free from the queen's embrace, and his eyes were already glancing outside the palace. "I remember that today is not the first day of the month, nor the fifteenth day, right?"

The Queen thought she understood the Emperor's hidden meaning and replied happily, "Yes, today is neither the first nor the fifteenth day of the lunar month. I am very happy that the Emperor can come to my Fengyi Palace on a day other than the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month."

"It's not those two days, that's good," the emperor nodded gently, turned around and left, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. The queen can stay by herself."

"Your Majesty, wait a minute!" The Queen didn't care about her manners at this moment, and grabbed the Emperor's sleeve, "You haven't drunk the tea I made for you yet, at least drink it before you leave."

Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by someone, and the emperor was extremely displeased.

He suppressed his anger, frowned, took a deep breath and turned around.

"Why do we have to drink tea now?"

"Your Majesty, this is the magnolia branch that my brother specially collected for you," the queen tiptoed and whispered in the emperor's ear, "Drinking it can prolong your life."

After she finished speaking, the queen picked up the celadon teacup from the table beside her and respectfully presented it to the emperor with both hands.

Can it prolong life?

Even though the emperor was usually very cautious, he couldn't help but be tempted at this moment.

After all, I have been sick for too long.

Moreover, he did not want to let go of this kingdom of Dayuan!

As the queen expected, the emperor took the teacup and drank it all.

"I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty."

Tingyun Pavilion.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

"My beloved concubine!"

As soon as the emperor stepped into the palace, he shouted towards the inner room with a smile on his face. At this moment, he did not look like a king, but more like an innocent child.

"Hey," a voice came from inside, and a woman in a light blue palace dress walked out. Her face was lightly made up, and she looked like a lotus in clear water. The jade bracelet on her wrist made her skin look even whiter than snow, and there seemed to be thousands of stars in her light-colored eyes. "What wind blew the emperor here today?"

"Yin'er," the emperor held her slender waist, bent slightly, leaned close to her neck and sucked twice, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, "You still smell so good."

"Oh," Concubine Chen gently pushed the emperor but didn't move him, "I'm asking you a question. Why are you here today for no reason?"

"I missed you," the emperor said, closing his eyes and reveling in the aroma, his voice slightly lowered, "I just wanted to come and see you."

Concubine Chen patted his back, and said helplessly: "But I am making incense here. I can't make it now that you are here."

"What kind of fragrance?" The emperor was also intrigued. He raised his head and looked into the hall. "Is it the same fragrance as yours?"

"No," Concubine Chen took the emperor's hand and asked him to sit down at the table. She tapped the items on the table and said, "Mian'er has been working hard lately and always complains about not sleeping well. I thought of making some incense to calm his nerves."

"Mian'er?" The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He still remembered what Uncle Zhang had just said - the Seventh Prince had arbitrarily violated the laws of Dayuan and tortured the criminals to extract a confession.

The emperor pinched his brows. He had just asked Uncle Zhang to draft an edict to deprive the Seventh Prince of all his rights in the Chizhou case.

I heard from his mother that he has been working hard these days. Could it be that he is torturing criminals privately?

"Oh?" The emperor raised his eyes, his eyes slightly gloomy, "Did he tell you what he was busy with these days?"

"He didn't say that explicitly," Concubine Chen tilted her head slightly, pretending to be thinking hard, "It seems he said, 'I'm busy with the case given by my father.'"

"Hey," Concubine Chen poked the emperor's shoulder, she smiled sweetly, her eyes sending a wink, "You old emperor are really bad, don't you know what mission you assigned to Mian'er? Why are you asking me?"

She didn't dress up much, with a light layer of powder on her face, but she seemed to be emitting a dazzling light. Her light-colored eyes were captivating, and there was a hint of tenderness on her lips.

The emperor's eyes lit up and he held his breath unconsciously.

Yin'er has been married to him for so many years, gave birth to princes for him, and managed the affairs of the six palaces, but her beauty has not diminished, and she does not look like someone who has given birth to a child at all.

The emperor swallowed softly.

Officials of the previous dynasty all called Concubine Chen "the evil queen" and secretly accused themselves of being too fond of Concubine Chen and giving her the power to assist in the management of the six palaces. As a result, Concubine Chen was the most powerful person in the harem, and even the queen could only be on an equal footing with her.

The emperor would always be furious when he heard such rumors.

Yin'er is obviously just a stunningly beautiful woman, how could she be a disaster to the country and the people as they say?

However, Concubine Chen took the initiative to find the emperor and told him that it was inappropriate for her to live in Huayin Palace, as the feng shui there was not favorable for raising a prince. In addition, she was busy worrying about the prince's affairs and could not devote herself to managing the six palaces. She requested the emperor to take back the right to assist in the management of the six palaces.

The emperor felt sorry for her and agreed to her idea of ​​moving to Tingyun Pavilion, but he firmly asked her to continue to assist in the management of the six palaces and not to care about other people's opinions.

Over the years, perhaps to avoid suspicion, Concubine Chen has been living in seclusion in Tingyun Pavilion.

Because the emperor was busy with the affairs of the previous dynasty, he rarely entered the harem, so he never had such interactions with Concubine Chen again.

After many years, they met again today. The emperor found that his feelings for her were still the same as before. Like dry wood and raging fire, it can be ignited at a touch.

He couldn't help but nod secretly, feeling that what his ministers said was true.

A woman with such beauty, no matter which dynasty or era, in which emperor’s harem, would become the “Enchantress”!

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

The light-colored eyes blinked slightly.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Soon, laughter was heard from inside the gauze tent.