Quick Wear: Villain Happiness System

He hugged Xiao Yi tightly, as if he wanted to merge him into his body.

Xiao Yi didn't dare to look at him, for he was afraid that he would be lost in those tender eyes, and he was afraid that he would involuntarily touch that familiar face.

"Shen Xuan, my poison has been cured. You don't have to come to the palace unless summoned. As for the previous incident, I will not pursue it for the sake of Lord Shen. You can leave." Xiao Yi tried his best to say this without any emotion.

Shen Xuan's body stiffened. He looked down at Xiao Yi, a hint of hurt in his eyes, but he still chuckled and let him go.

"Since Your Majesty is fine, I will withdraw." His voice trembled a little, but he still remained calm and respectful.

Xiao Yi looked at his departing back, feeling a complicated emotion welling up in his heart, and he suppressed the urge to keep him here.

[Host, is our mission going to fail this time? ] Xiao San's tone was depressed.

"Don't worry, Xiaosan." Shen Yan's tone was somewhat soothing.

【Host…….】

"Stop thinking about it, let's go home." Shen Yan walked out of the palace.

Looking at the street lights coming on and people coming and going, Shen Yan also smiled with relief.

As soon as Shen Yan stepped into the bamboo garden, he saw Ping An dozing off at the door.

Shen Yan patted his shoulder gently.

"Your Majesty, you are back."

Ping'an rubbed his sleepy eyes and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Prince, I'll go to the kitchen and bring up dinner." Shen Yan nodded, walked into the inner room, sat at the table, and rubbed his temples tiredly.

Ping'an served dinner and poured a cup of hot tea for Shen Yan.

"Prince, please enjoy your meal." Shen Yan nodded, thanked him, and started eating.

After dinner, lying in the bathtub, Shen Yan felt more tired than ever before.

He closed his eyes and let the hot water soak his body. His fatigue seemed to slowly dissipate.

"Xiao Yi..." He murmured Xiao Yi's name with a bitter look in his eyes.

After bathing, Shen Yan changed into plain clothes, sat in front of the desk, and began to organize his thoughts.

Ping An lit incense for him and the room became quiet.

[Meow...Host.] Xiao San, revealing her cat body, lay in Shen Yan's arms.

Shen Yan stroked Xiao San's hair, with a look of helplessness and tenderness in his eyes.

"I am fine."

The days passed uneventfully, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Yan read military books and practiced martial arts every day, and his life was quite comfortable.

Inside the palace.

With a "bang", all the objects on the table fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty." Xiao Fuzi knelt on the ground in fear.

Xiao Yi frowned, holding the table with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, trying to suppress the nausea that was surging up in his heart.

His initial reaction was much more serious than expected. The daily vomiting had exhausted him and his mood was becoming increasingly unstable.

"Your Majesty, I will go and get Doctor Lin right away."

Xiao Yi nodded.

Xiao Fuzi stood up and ran quickly to the door.

Soon, Imperial Physician Lin rushed over and took Xiao Yi's pulse and made a diagnosis.

He frowned and looked at Xiao Yi's haggard face.

"Your Majesty, your vomiting symptoms are quite severe, and you need to rest and recuperate." Doctor Lin said carefully, "I will prescribe some tranquilizers for you, take them on time every day, and pay attention to a light diet and avoid emotional fluctuations."

Xiao Yi nodded silently.

After Xiao Fuzi sent Doctor Lin away, she stood beside Xiao Yi with a conflicted look on her face.

Seeing the coldness on Xiao Yi's face, Xiao Fuzi finally mustered up the courage and said, "Your Majesty, your servant..."

"Speak." Xiao Yi's voice showed no emotion.

"Your Majesty, why don't you let Master Shen go back to his duty?" Xiao Fuzi whispered.

"I feel that Prince Shen is sincere to Your Majesty." Xiao Fuzi looked at Xiao Yi's face and added cautiously.

"Really?" Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Fuzi, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You think he is sincere to me, so I want to keep him by my side as a reward?" Xiao Fuzi fell to his knees in fear when he heard this.

"Your Majesty, please understand. This is not what I meant. I just can't bear to see Your Majesty suffer so much every day... At least when Prince Shen was around, Your Majesty was happy every day and would not be like this..."

"Enough!" Xiao Yi suddenly shouted.

Xiao Fuzi lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

He knew that his words had touched the emperor's sore spot, and he couldn't help feeling a little panic.

The emperor was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Xiao Fuzi, I know you are doing this for my own good. However, some things are not as simple as you think. Please step down!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiao Fuzi whispered and retreated silently.

Xiao Yi leaned back in his chair, stroking his brows with his fingers, and sighed deeply.

"Shen Xuan...what have you been doing these days!" As soon as Xiao Yi finished speaking, a black figure knelt in front of him.

"Your Majesty, Prince Shen... has been practicing martial arts in the Marquis' Mansion these days, but today he went to Prime Minister Wang's Mansion to appreciate the flowers..." the secret guard replied respectfully.

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest of the chair.

Prime Minister Wang's Mansion!!

Flower viewing!!

Wang Wanqing!

He remembered that the woman Shen Xuan loved seemed to be the concubine in Prime Minister Wang's mansion.

A sour feeling suddenly came over me.

Is this your true love for him?

Accompany the beauty to appreciate the flowers!

With a "bang", his palm slammed on the table.

"Your Majesty." Looking at the angry emperor who was about to leave, the secret guard lowered his body even more.

"Step back." Xiao Yi said.

The secret guard responded and disappeared into the hall.

Xiao Yi leaned back in the chair, his fingers still gently stroking his brows, his eyes deep, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, Shen Yan was in Prime Minister Wang's mansion, but he did not appreciate the flowers with Prime Minister Wang's daughter Wang Wanqing.

Instead, he was dragged by Yang Shi to attend a poetry reading in Zhongzhuxuan of the palace.

"Brother Shen, look, that's my wife Zhao Qing." Yang Shi pulled Shen Yan with a boastful look on his face.

Shen Yan looked at the man who was writing a poem in the center of the poetry gathering. He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and was very elegant.

He was writing a poem with a brush, which drew cheers from the people around him.

Shen Yan didn't understand, but he could tell that this person was very talented.

He turned around to look at the rough-looking Yang Shi, then looked at the elegant Zhao Qing in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

When these two people stood together, they looked like a beast and a white crane, really not a match.

But this is someone else's family affair, so Shen Yan couldn't say much.

"Good, this is a really good poem." Shen Yan clapped his hands and praised, "As expected of the young master of the Zhao family."

"That's right, my Qing'er is the best." Yang Shi said proudly.

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows, but saw that Zhao Qing was also looking at him, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he nodded and smiled.