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

Xiao Xuanchen slowly sat up from the couch, his hands unconsciously touching his forehead. After a moment, he felt groggy like a tide, and he couldn't help but frown. His voice was low and slightly hoarse: "Have you...slept for so long?"

Zhang Menghan stood at one side, her eyes gentle but hiding an imperceptible indifference. She spoke softly, warmly but tactfully: "Your Majesty is busy with all kinds of affairs. You are indeed too tired. You might as well rest for a while." Her smile was gentle, but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

However, Xiao Xuanchen seemed not to notice this subtle change. He suddenly lifted the quilt, and the movement was so big that it brought a breeze and blew away the silence in the room. His face was gloomy, and his eyebrows were condensed with unquestionable determination: "I'm not going to sleep anymore."

Seeing this, Zhang Menghan quickly stood up, knelt on the ground, and carefully put on Xiao Xuanchen's shoes with both hands.

After Xiao Xuanchen was dressed, Zhang Menghan gently took his arm and carefully helped him walk out of the inner room.

Walking into the study, a gloomy atmosphere hits you. On the desk, memorials are piled up like a mountain. Xiao Xuanchen sits in front of the desk, his eyes sweeping over those heavy memorials, and a bit of worry appears on his face. He takes a deep breath, looking at these memorials, and the enthusiasm that he just felt disappears instantly.

Zhang Menghan stood aside, her slender and soft hands gently resting on Xiao Xuanchen's broad shoulders, her fingertips conveying endless care and tenderness, and she said gently, "Your Majesty, I see that you seem tired between your brows. Are you feeling unwell or have you been working too hard for state affairs? If not, I am willing to accompany you to rest for a while."

Hearing this, Xiao Xuanchen tilted his head slightly, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, slowly falling on Zhang Menghan's worried face. But the next second, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was both playful and imperceptible. His fingers unconsciously pinched her fair cheeks, with a bit of intimacy and ruffian in his movements, and his tone was lazy and a little teasing: "My body is very strong, why should my beloved concubine worry about me? As for how my body is, haha, don't my beloved concubine know yet?"

After hearing this, Zhang Menghan almost rolled her eyes and lowered her head in a shy manner. She never expected Xiao Xuanchen to speak so bluntly. She quickly covered her face with her sleeves and lowered her head in a shy manner. She looked like a budding flower in spring, hesitant to speak, with a unique charm. She whispered, her voice as thin as a mosquito, "Your Majesty, you... you really don't know how to answer this..." After she finished speaking, her face became more complicated, with shyness and a hint of imperceptible anger, but it also made her look more charming and lovely, making people feel pity.

An indescribable arc appeared on the corner of Xiao Xuanchen's mouth. In that smile, there was greed for Zhang Menghan's beauty, and mixed with a trace of indescribable emotion, which made the look he gave Zhang Menghan seem even less innocent...

At night, Zhang Menghan naturally stayed in the Zichen Palace. That night, the flickering candlelight in the Zichen Palace illuminated the overlapping figures of the two people, presenting a love story that was both absurd and helpless.

Inside the Weiyang Palace, the room was silent, with only the faint candlelight and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window interweaving into the prelude to the night.

Zheng Xiyan sat upright in the dormitory, gently stroking the yellowed poetry collection in her hand, with a faint smile on her face. Although she was reading, she was thinking about other things.

At this moment, Biluo walked into the room quietly, walked lightly to Zheng Xiyan's side, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of caution: "Your Majesty, the lights in the Zichen Palace have been off for a long time, and water has been called twice..." Biluo's words were not finished, but the meaning was self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xiyan gently closed the poetry collection, raised her eyes slightly, a barely perceptible coldness flashed across her eyes, and then she snorted softly, "Don't let the news leak out, especially to Shoukang Palace."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have made all the arrangements and will never let any news leak to the Empress Dowager." Biluo assured repeatedly.

"I am always confident in your work." Zheng Xiyan nodded with satisfaction, and slowly stood up from the couch with graceful and calm steps. She walked to the bed and sat down with deep eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

After a moment, she whispered, "We also need to take care of the Shangqin Bureau so that they know how to act. I don't need to say more."

"Yes, Madam." Biluo and Shuangning stepped forward and helped Zheng Xiyan undress with gentle and skilled movements. When everything was ready, the two gently lowered the curtains and left the bedroom, leaving only a dim light in the room and Zheng Xiyan who was about to fall asleep.

The next day, it was past the time for court. On the dragon couch, Xiao Xuanchen was still sleeping, with an unusual paleness between his brows. Zhang Menghan had an ominous premonition in her heart. She approached quietly, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently shook Xiao Xuanchen's arm: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, you should get up."

Outside the palace, the eunuch paced anxiously outside the threshold, trying to push the door open several times, but stopped abruptly, fearing that he would offend the emperor. Until the voice of Concubine Yi in tears came from the palace: "Your Majesty, please don't scare me!" This call was like thunder, instantly shattering the defense line in the eunuch's heart. He could no longer hold back, and suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in.

On the bed, Xiao Xuanchen's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was as thin as a gossamer, as if he would disappear into this world at any time. Zhang Menghan was already frightened to the point of losing her color, kneeling on the ground, calling out in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, wake up! Don't scare me..."

At this time, the little eunuch who had sneaked into the Weiyang Palace yesterday saw that the situation was not good. He took advantage of everyone's panic and quietly slipped out of the Zichen Hall. He hurriedly headed straight for the Weiyang Palace.

The eunuch in front of the emperor was looking at the unconscious emperor on the couch. He was shocked, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice: "Quick! Go and call Doctor Yuan!" Although his voice was steady, it could not hide his panic and anxiety.

Upon hearing this, the palace maids all looked pale and scattered in panic, fearing that they would be punished by the Queen Mother and the Queen for their negligence. Not long after, Queen Zheng Xiyan walked into the palace with a majesty that could not be ignored. Her eyes first lingered on Zhang Menghan, and then turned to the eunuch in front of the emperor. She pretended to be anxious and asked, "How is your Majesty?"