After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

"Come, come to me." Xiao Xuanchen's voice was low and magnetic. He waved his hand gently, his eyes slowly wandering over Zhang Menghan with a bit of ill-intentioned scrutiny. The desire surging in his eyes was like an undercurrent, becoming more and more turbulent.

Zhang Menghan knew clearly the meaning behind that look, but she could only suppress her unwillingness, put on an extremely docile smile on her face, and slowly moved forward.

When she reached the table, she gently placed the exquisite food box in her hand on it. Just as she was about to move away, she suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from her waist. Xiao Xuanchen had pulled her into his arms. His hands were like the finest silk, gently covering her soft and slender waist. An undisguised lustful look appeared on his face, and the fire burning in his eyes almost devoured her.

"Your Majesty...what are you going to do?" Zhang Menghan's voice was thin and trembling. Her slender fingers gently pressed against Xiao Xuanchen's solid chest, trying to keep the last bit of distance. However, this weak resistance seemed to add a bit of arousal, making the lust in Xiao Xuanchen's eyes like a wild horse running out of control.

"I have been busy with state affairs these days and neglected my beloved concubine. Do you have any complaints?" There was a hint of teasing in Xiao Xuanchen's voice. He gently lifted Zhang Menghan's chin. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He stared at her with fascination and eagerness. His breathing gradually became heavy, and a hint of blush quietly appeared behind his ears.

"How dare I complain? It's just that the Empress Dowager ordered..." Before Zhang Menghan could finish her words, she was pressed on the dragon throne by Xiao Xuanchen in an irresistible posture. His hot lips covered her delicate and tempting red lips, blocking all her unfinished words.

"Hmm..." A trace of disgust flashed across Zhang Menghan's eyes, but the good stuff in the chicken soup couldn't be wasted. So, she pushed Xiao Xuanchen away with all her strength, looking embarrassed but determined.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Xiao Xuanchen's face, and a hint of anger emerged between his brows. Seeing this, Zhang Menghan quickly put her arms around his neck, tears in her eyes, and her tone was full of grievance. She said delicately: "Your Majesty, I miss you very much in my heart, but Queen Mother... I am really afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? I know what's going on in Zichen Palace. I won't let my mother know a thing." Xiao Xuanchen's words were filled with unquestionable determination. His hands had quietly slipped away and untied the delicate jade belt around her waist. Everything seemed to be sliding in an unpredictable direction...

Zhang Menghan was slender, with a gleam of alertness in her eyes. She moved swiftly but gently, and gently grasped Xiao Xuanchen's hand. She said softly, "Your Majesty, you haven't drunk the chicken soup I brought you yet? The Queen specially ordered the palace servants to make it for you, and it's still hot. Your Majesty should drink it while it's hot!"

After she finished speaking, her eyes moved and she inadvertently cast a seductive glance at Xiao Xuanchen. Her eyes showed a woman's tenderness, as well as a bit of teasing and expectation.

Zhang Menghan opened her red lips slightly, her voice charming yet solemn: "I came here to bring chicken soup to Your Majesty. I have completed the task assigned to me by the Queen, so that I can serve Your Majesty better!"

The smile on Xiao Xuanchen's lips became deeper and deeper, and he finally couldn't help laughing out loud. His laughter was hearty and refreshing. He picked up the bowl of chicken soup and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Zhang Menghan lightly moved her lotus steps and gracefully stood up from the dragon throne. She took a delicate handkerchief beside her and wanted to wipe the corner of Xiao Xuanchen's mouth, but she saw that he had thrown the handkerchief casually on the ground. Then he picked her up and walked straight to the table, sweeping the pile of memorials aside. The two figures overlapped, their clothes gradually untied, and the air was filled with strong ambiguity and desire, heavy breathing and low moans...

The eunuch in front of the emperor stood outside the palace and heard the noise inside. Although he was shocked, he did not dare to slack off. He quickly waved his hand to signal and sent all the palace servants away. He warned them solemnly: "You all must keep your mouth shut about what happened today. If anyone dares to leak a word, watch out for your heads." Hearing this, the palace servants all turned pale and panicked, and bowed their heads one after another, "Yes."

During this time, a young eunuch sneaked out of the Purple Palace and ran all the way to the Weiyang Palace.

In the Weiyang Palace, Zheng Xiyan was patiently teaching Xiao Shuyue how to read. Biluo approached quietly and whispered in her ear, "Your Majesty, Concubine Yi has already stayed in the Purple Palace."

Zheng Xiyan's brows did not show any ripples when she heard that. She just responded calmly: "I know. The Shoukang Palace has kept it a secret. Don't let the Queen Mother know." There was no warmth in her tone.

"Yes, your majesty, don't worry." Biluo said meaningfully.

Zheng Xiyan continued to lower her head, her eyes fell gently on Xiao Shuyue, and she smiled as she taught her to recognize words.

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Inside the Zichen Palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated a messy scene. The luxurious decorations looked even more decadent in the interweaving of light and shadow.

On the bed, Xiao Xuanchen lay quietly, his face pale, dark circles under his eyes, he looked very tired, and had fallen into a deep sleep.

On one side, Zhang Menghan was frail, with her shoulders half exposed. Her skin glowed slightly under the dim candlelight, but it was not a blush of joy, but a flush of struggle and unwillingness. Her hair was a little messy, and she was sweating, clinging to her delicate face. Her chest and neck were covered with kiss marks. A teardrop quietly slipped from the corner of her eye, crystal clear, but carrying endless sadness and disgust.

Afterwards, Zhang Menghan forced herself to calm down, got up and walked into the bath room to take a bath. In the mist, she carefully washed every inch of her skin. After the bath, she changed into a simple and elegant dress, dancing with a light gauze. Although she was still gorgeous, there was a hint of coolness and tenacity between her eyebrows.

More than half an hour later, everything had returned to its former order. The palace servants lowered their heads and cleaned up the mess swiftly. The extravagant atmosphere in the air seemed to have faded a lot, and the memorials on the table were neatly arranged again.

Zhang Menghan sat on the edge of the bed. Xiao Xuanchen slowly opened his eyes and felt weak and exhausted all over. He had this feeling just now. He always felt very tired and his physical strength was not as good as before, but he was only thirty years old this year.

"Your Majesty, is you awake?" Zhang Menghan immediately smiled and looked at him with moving eyes.

Xiao Xuanchen propped himself up and sat up, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How long have I slept?"

Zhang Menghan said in a tender voice: "It's been more than half an hour. Did your Majesty sleep well?" In fact, she could also feel that Xiao Xuanchen was not as good as before, and the medicine had taken effect.