After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Helian Xiao frowned after hearing this.

He was also worried about the issue of offspring. He had been in power for many years and had three thousand beauties in his harem. He treated all of them equally, but he liked the imperial concubine more and had sex with her more often than with other concubines.

Even so, he had never heard any good news from the harem. He used to think that those women were useless, but how could there be so many beauties and all of them be useless?

Recently, he also thought that it might be his own problem, but such a private fact was really hard to express aloud, so he secretly called the imperial physician in the dead of night, but the imperial physician said that he was in good health, and that the fact that he had no children yet might be because his destiny had not yet arrived.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, isn't there any one who is destined to be with you?

Helian Xiao always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't really put his finger on it.

Now, hearing Prime Minister Wen openly talking about the issue of offspring, Helian Xiao felt that every word he said was like a knife cutting into his heart. There was a sense of mockery in it, but he had to listen.

The imperial study was filled with dullness and silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Prime Minister Wen was suffocated by the emperor's pressure, and was also regretting in his heart why he spoke so much.

After a while, Helian Xiao's voice blended with the sound of rain: "The Prime Minister is absolutely right. It is indeed time to hold the selection."

Prime Minister Wen quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Helian Xiao's voice came again: "How old is the daughter of Lord Chu?"

His voice flowed under the bright light, as if there was something else behind his words.

Prime Minister Wen thought for a moment and said truthfully, "It seems like I'm sixteen this year."

Helian Xiao waved his sleeves, the crown tassels swayed, and the golden light shone: "Sixteen, you can also participate in the talent show."

When Prime Minister Wen heard his murmurs, he suddenly understood the deeper meaning of his words. He felt a chill down his spine, and the cold sweat that he had just wiped off overflowed onto his forehead again.

The last attempt to assassinate Chu Lanyue and frame someone else failed. After their emperor lay dormant for a few days, he had such a terrifying thought again. He was afraid that the selection was fake, and the real intention was to use it to restrain Lord Chu.

After all, Lord Chu treats this legitimate daughter like a treasure. If she enters the palace and becomes a concubine, her life will be in the hands of His Majesty.

Lord Chu should think carefully about what he is going to say and how he is going to say it in the future, otherwise he will regret it for the rest of his life for endangering his daughter's life.

However, each of the emperor's schemes was more sinister and vicious than the last, which was shocking.

Prime Minister Wen's thoughts turned into a thousand thoughts, but he could only nod and say, "It is indeed time to get old."

Helian Xiao looked at the sheep-horn palace lanterns that were swaying in the wind and rain, and his smile deepened: "Then let's get the selection done quickly."

Prime Minister Wen responded in the same way.

Under the wind and rain, strangeness slowly grows.

By midnight, the rain gradually subsided.

Wen Ranyan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, because of the loud noise of rain. Now, as the sound of rain died down, she began to feel sleepy.

Feng Qiwu sat under the candlelight, drank the bitter medicine and some pigeon soup. His complexion was still good, and under the candlelight it looked even more smooth.

After sitting on the stool for a while, Feng Qiwu stood up.

Perhaps because he was afraid of waking up Wen Ranyan, he pushed the door open very quietly, as if on tiptoe.

He stood in the dark corridor of the inn. The stained glass windows were open and the wind coming in made his sleeves rustle. There was a hint of moisture in the wind, and the blend of moisture and the fragrance of flowers was intoxicating.

"Master." Qi Jiuzhu came out from the darkness.

"Did anything happen in Beijing during the time I was away?"

There was a flower planted in the porcelain pot under the flower window. When Feng Qiwu was bored, she would pinch the tender petals and play with them. The juice of the petals stained her hands, and the rich fragrance also permeated her fingertips.

Qi Jiuzhu said: "The capital is peaceful and tranquil. However, His Majesty has been having a lot of fun in the palace these days, often playing until late at night. He seems to be enjoying himself so much that he doesn't want to leave."

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu couldn't help but sneer.

Of course he is happy here and doesn't want to leave.

After all, the news of his going to the Western Desert was revealed to Ashina Ba, in an attempt to use Ashina Ba to get rid of him. If this were to succeed, Helian Xiao would be able to reap the benefits. I'm afraid he is still fantasizing about something at this moment.

Feng Qiwu curled his lips and said casually, "Then let him be happy. He won't be happy anymore in a few days."

Qi Jiuzhu deeply agreed with this.

"Go and help me check some things..." Feng Qiwu suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Qi Jiuzhu.

The color of his eyes was like a touch of chill in the deep winter, so cold that it chilled people to the bone, making people feel afraid and dare not look directly at him.

Qi Jiuzhu felt a chill down his spine and responded immediately.

Feng Qiwu waved her sleeves and said, "Report immediately after you find out."

Qi Jiuzhu responded again, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

Feng Qiwu stayed under the flower window in the corridor for a while before going back to the house.

As soon as he opened the door, Feng Qiwu's eyes met Wen Ranyan's.

"Didn't you say that the poisoning when you were young was a thing of the past and not enough to disturb your mind? Why are you so impatient to ask someone to investigate now?"

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes as she spoke.

Her eyes were sparkling under the candlelight, and when she looked at people with a smile, there was a different kind of charm in her, as if she was alluring.

Feng Qiwu stood beside her bed and smiled condescendingly: "Whether it disturbs your mind or not is not inconsistent with whether to investigate or not. Although it is an old matter, we should still investigate it thoroughly."

Wen Ranyan changed her posture, resting her hand on her head, her posture seductive and graceful: "What will happen after we find out?"

Feng Qiwu said: "Of course I will pay it back a hundredfold."

His voice rose and fell as lightly as a feather, and the smile on the corners of his lips was as gentle as the bright moon, but the cruelty and violence growing in his eyes surged like a tide, and his cold roar was captivating.

Wen Ranyan looked at him, smiled and said nothing.

Feng Qiwu sat beside her bed, stretched out his hand to caress her pretty face, his eyes burning like fire: "When did you wake up?"

"I woke up as soon as you left." Wen Ranyan said truthfully.

Feng Qiwu's fingertips meandered and landed on her collarbone, gently twisting it: "So, you eavesdropped?"

Wen Ranyan held his fingers and corrected him unhappily, "How can you say it's eavesdropping? I was listening openly."

Feng Qiwu smiled without saying a word. His gaze moved away from her pretty face and fell on her crystal clear and plump lips. The candlelight was intoxicating, and her lips were also tender and juicy.

His eyes were half-closed, and there was a burning heat in them.

Wen Ranyan released his fingers, rolled over to the other side of the bed with the quilt, looked at him with a smile and said, "Think about your wound. Don't think about things that you shouldn't think about, and don't do them."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu laughed, took off his shoes and socks and went up. He stretched out his hands to hold Wen Ranyan's slender waist, and said in a hoarse voice like fire: "What are you thinking about? What are you doing?"

Wen Ranyan hid in the quilt and didn't say a word, only staring at him with a pair of charming eyes. Just one glance was enough to captivate his heart.

Feng Qiwu leaned over and kissed her through the quilt.

Wen Ranyan looked charming and affectionate, staring at him with a smile: "I'm very sleepy today and don't want to hang out with you."