Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Spring in the Palace

Ling Yunche's senses were a little fuzzy, he hadn't been able to sleep for a long time.

As soon as night fell, he would see Yan Wan's glance and smile in front of him. Sometimes he would suddenly have some hallucinations, as if in a blink of an eye, Yan Wan was right beside him, smiling at him.

His brain was a little cloudy, and the familiar vague pain filled his head again. Ling Yunche's thoughts were also a little confused, but he still said, "I will guard the way you came and remember it for you, so that no matter what, you will not lose your original intention."

Ruyi walked aside with her head down, a smile on her face, but still with a hint of reserve. She was the emperor's concubine, so it was normal for Ling Yunche to follow her loyally, but it was the first time she had heard such straightforward words.

Ruyi smiled and took a breath, her beautiful eyes looking forward.

"Ling Yunche, thank you so much." Ruyi's voice was full of gratitude, as if it was mixed with water, very soft. She looked up at Ling Yunche, her face full of happiness of being understood.

The two of them strolled under the moon. Ruyi repeatedly turned her head to look at Ling Yunche's expression. She saw that although he had just said such straightforward words of loyalty, his face was cold and hard, as if he was thinking about something.

"You are not young anymore, it's time for you to get married and start a family." Ruyi said jokingly.

As she walked, her dark blue sleeves gently brushed against Ling Yunche's sleeves. Their steps crossed, and their clothes touched each other for a moment.

Ling Yunche chuckled, and his face was in pain again. He felt his headache getting worse. He shook his head and said, "I don't have these thoughts."

He turned to look at Ruyi, and Ruyi also looked at him. The two looked at each other, and their hearts were slightly moved.

Ling Yunche felt his vision blur for a moment, and two faces overlapped, as if the person walking next to him was not Concubine Xian, but Yan Wan.

"I just want to stay by your side..." Ling Yunche murmured sincerely, "Yanwan..."

The expression of having everything under control on Ruyi's face disappeared, the flesh on her cheeks relaxed as her smile faded, and her pink lips were pursed into a straight line.

She turned her head back and looked ahead calmly, expressionless, her eyes dark and without light, like a beautifully carved piece of wood, "You still can't let go of Wei Yanwan."

Ling Yunche touched his forehead in some pain, "I don't know what happened to me, I just remember all the good things about her. Her every frown and smile concerns me."

A little bit of cold rain fell in her heart, making her unhappy. Ruyi did not think deeply about the cause of her deep unhappiness. She just attributed everything to her concern for her friends.

"Ling Yunche, you still don't see through it." Ruyi swung her sleeves a little harder, lightly hitting Ling Yunche's sleeves, making a noise.

Her tone was filled with helplessness and deep sympathy.

Ling Yunche smiled bitterly, knowing that Concubine Xian was unhappy that he was indulging in a love affair, but he didn't want to make her even more unhappy, so he stopped talking.

It was already early November and the weather had cooled down, but Ruyi suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable in her heart. She did not like the scenery around her and the air was turbid and uncomfortable.

*The Jinchuan War was at a critical stage, and Nianqin delayed the opportunity and made a mistake. The emperor was furious and ordered him to be beheaded in front of everyone in the military camp. This was a warning that no one should be afraid before the battle.

When the empress dowager found out, she felt a little uneasy. The emperor was no longer the newly enthroned emperor. He had been in power for many years and was decisive in killing people.

But he didn't say anything. He just sighed and shook his head when he heard the news. He just hoped that the emperor would not vent his anger on Nianhulu, her, or her daughter because of Nianqin.

However, the empress dowager gave Yihuan a message, asking her to inquire a little more and not let the emperor really vent his anger on others.

* Hall of Mental Cultivation

The emperor was reviewing memorials while Yihuan was standing beside him grinding ink.

While grinding ink, she would occasionally steal a peek at the emperor's handsome profile and his charming posture when he was concentrating on government affairs.

The emperor saw that she had no intention of speaking, so he took the initiative to ask, "Yihuan, if I kill Nianqin, will the Empress Dowager blame me?"

Yi Huan was still immersed in the happiness of the two of them quietly accompanying each other, and said, "The Queen Mother only cares about the emperor's health and doesn't want the emperor to be angry. How could she have the intention of blaming him?"

"If I don't kill Neqin, the ministers won't be alert. I want to tell them that whoever dares to slack off, I will kill him." The emperor's face was cold, and the aura of an emperor was majestic without anger.

Yihuan only felt that the emperor was wise and domineering, and her heart was pounding, and she was quite moved.

Seeing that Yihuan didn't say anything, the emperor turned to look at her, only to see Yihuan tilting her head and looking at him affectionately with her eyes full of sparkling light.

"Your Majesty is right." Yihuan smiled at him and did not speak for the Queen Mother. She really did not want the Emperor to be upset.

The Queen Mother would only ask Yihuan to do something if she felt it would not cause trouble to the Emperor. Otherwise, she would ignore it.

It was just a slight punishment from the Queen Mother, she didn't care. She just wanted the Emperor to be happy.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" the emperor asked her.

"I only hope that the emperor is happy, and then I will be happy too." Yihuan smiled gently and lowered her head to grind ink.

"You are quite obedient." The emperor reached out to hold Yihuan's hand, "You have been grinding ink for so long, are your hands a little sore?"

He put down his brush, having finished reading the memorial, and thought it was time to let Yihuan take a break, so he pulled her to the couch to read a book and chat.

Yihuan's hands were white and slender, as tender as the freshest bamboo shoots, but not petite. She often wrote and read, so her nails were not long, only two centimeters long, with rounded tips that felt smooth.

The hand was held by the emperor and then held back.

Yihuan didn't want to be restrained, so she didn't often wear armor. They held hands, and there was only the warmth of human bodies between them, without any cold objects blocking them.

He owed her a lot over the years. The emperor thought to himself that it was time to spend more time with her.

It would be nice to have a daughter as beautiful as Yihuan. Although Jingse got married and lived close to the capital, she couldn't stay in the palace every day after getting married. The emperor had a little space in his heart and needed a lovely daughter to comfort him.

*Yonghe Palace

"Yan Wan said that you have excellent medical skills. With her seal, I trust you a little bit." Bai Ruiji stretched out a hand and let Jiang Yebin take her pulse.

Jiang Yebin felt the pulse through the silk and had the answer in his mind, "Please forgive me for speaking frankly, but does the queen have a bleeding problem?"

Concubine Mei withdrew her hand, turned her head to look into the distance, and nodded.

"My monthly period is always heavy and continuous, and can last for more than half a month." Jiang Yebin said a little awkwardly.

"Ever since my child passed away, he has suffered from this symptom." Bai Ruiji's eyes were dull, and she thought of her poor child again.

"I have read the prescriptions you took before. The imperial physician has done his best to treat you, and has protected the essence in your body, preventing it from being lost and damaging your foundation." Jiang Yubin said.