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Ling Chaofeng said loudly: "This little deity has decreed that Daqi Nation will protect the fate of the nation for a thousand years, if the emperor finds it difficult to pass through, wouldn't that be this little deity's fault?"

A hole was dug out in the twilight, and a white-haired head peeked out. The old man had a kind and kind look on his face as he smiled and said, "Chaofeng, this is an emotional tribulation.

"This way …" Ling Chaofeng was stunned, then he quickly asked, "You are Yue Lao?"

"Long time no see." The old man waved at him.

In his eyes, he could see a red rope tied around Ling Chaofeng's ankles, forming a long and continuous line connecting to a corner of the capital. There was an inn, and in the inn, there lived a young lady.

However, in this world, only he could see. Ling Chaofeng could not see it for himself, neither could the young lady, nor could the other Immortal Elders.

The red rope was unbroken, the relationship unbroken.

The old man stroked his beard. "You don't need to be bothered by the Emperor's matters. Let him face it himself. This old man will be leaving now."

At this moment, a group of people slowly entered the palace. The beautiful carriage was being escorted back and forth. It was the Empress who had returned to the palace.

Ling Chaofeng returned to the stone statue. Since it was not under his control, he didn't care anymore.

Although he could not see the red rope beneath his feet, he could still see the Yin Qi that was gathered in the Qingming Pavilion. It was a fox demon that had cultivated for ten thousand years, and was able to charm and enchant the hearts of all men in the world.

The emperor's tribulation was approaching menacingly, but whether this was the emperor's tribulation or the empress's, if Xiaowan knew, she would definitely drag out the fox demon and tear it into ten thousand pieces.

The Phoenix Carriage passed through the Qingming Pavilion and went straight back to the Culture Hall. The Little Princess was already crying loudly, and no matter how the wet nurses tried to coax his, they could not coax his.

At this moment, an attendant came from the Qingming Pavilion and passed on the Emperor's words, "Your Majesty, in two hours time, come and have dinner with the Empress."

Siyan asked coldly, "Is he busy today?"

The chamberlain awkwardly replied, "His Majesty said that it's been a long time since he and the Empress have had dinner together."

"I have no appetite." Siyan said, "I need to rest early today, I hope that Your Majesty can enjoy the meal."

Although the people in the palace weren't sure what had happened, the two masters' faces didn't look too good. The empress had suddenly left the palace with a large crowd. She left openly, but some people had heard that the emperor hadn't agreed to let her out.

The scene in front of their eyes made them tremble with fear. Could it be that they were going to return to how they looked after the marriage in one night?

As the night deepened, the bustling capital finally quieted down.

In the tavern, Xiaowan gave Little Pei a bath, causing him to feel itchy and churn in the water, causing the entire house to be covered with water. Xiaowan was angry, she slapped her butt, and seeing that he was about to cry, she said: "Don't cry."

Little Pei did not dare cry, but he felt wronged and hugged his while acting spoiled: "Mother, rubbing my butt, it hurts."

The meaty little fellow drilled into his embrace, how could anyone bear to be angry at him? Xiaowan said in annoyance: "It's only been a pat and it's already painful, are you made of tofu?"

"Mother, rub …"

Xiaowan could not resist his son's coquettish actions. She used a blanket to wrap him up and hugged him warmly in his arms.

Actually, her son had only been born less than a hundred days ago. If it was someone else, they would still be considered very small and small. As long as her son wanted to, she was willing to keep feeding him.

But no, sooner or later a son would learn not to rely on her, no, or herself, but not on him.

"Little Pei, when we were attacked the other day, why didn't you change your position to become a Golden Dragon to save father?" Xiaowan asked.

"I'm too young, I can't beat them." Little Pei always replied in this way.

Xiaowan sighed. She also knew that there was something that could not be revealed, so she understood that her son was not a mortal. There might come a day when he would leave to return to the world that was his.

After losing her husband, Xiaowan was no longer afraid of parting with him. She only regretted not cherishing those days better when she was with her husband, and did not leave behind any more memories.

So towards Little Pei, she had to give her son all of his love. Even if there came a day when they parted ways, she did not regret not being able to love and protect him properly.

Originally, Xiaowan and Lian Yi had brought Little Pei to live in the same room, but today, the inn owner saw that they did not have a small background and did not dare to slight them, hence he arranged for an extra room for them.

At that moment, Lian Yi was sitting at the window, looking at the unfamiliar capital. She repeatedly asked Ershan in her heart, asking him where he had gone to.

"Lian Yi, are you asleep?" Outside, Xiaowan came.

She quickly got up to open the door, only to see Xiaowan holding a food box in her hands, walking in: "I let the shopkeeper make some food and wine, I couldn't sleep and wanted to drink a few mouthfuls before sleeping, are you willing to accompany me?"

"Alright, I want to have a sip as well." Lian Yi asked again, "Is it okay if Little Pei sleeps alone?"

"Never mind." Of course the Xiaowan knew that ordinary people could not hurt their son.

The two of them sat facing each other, pouring wine. Neither of them was a person who could afford to drink wine.

Lian Yi told her about their first meeting at Baisha Town and how Xiaowan had told her how she had gotten herself married into Ling Xiao Inn. The two of them laughed and cried at the same time, unable to control themselves.

Lian Yi suddenly ran to the window, her hands supporting herself on the windowsill, he shouted towards the night: "Ling Ershan, where did you go? You bastard, get out here!"

Xiaowan looked on dumbfoundedly, her heart suddenly heating up. She rushed to the window and shouted, "Ling Chaofeng, you bastard, you left me alone, what kind of man are you …"

Ling Chaofeng could clearly hear from his Announcement Hall that he was indeed not a human.

It was at this moment that the demonic qi on his Qingming Pavilion churned. He understood that the Ten Thousand Year Fox Demon was about to make a move against the Emperor.

Inside the Culture Hall, the empress coaxed her daughter to sleep, then sat down on the bedside and looked at her blankly, not daring to speak with anyone.

The mama was very worried. They brought over porridge and the empress's favorite green bean cake and gently said, "Empress, you should eat something."

"No need, I'm not hungry." Siyan did not even look at him, and instead asked, "Has the emperor eaten dinner before?"

The mama did not reply. Only then did Siyan turn around and ask, "What happened?"

It turned out that the emperor had not only used his dinner, but had also ordered the imperial kitchens to fill the entire table. There were over a hundred imperial meals on the long table, and even if he took a mouthful, he wouldn't be able to eat all of them.

In the end, he didn't even take a few mouthfuls before he put down his chopsticks and left.

"Empress, the Emperor is very angry." "Esteemed Empress, are you and the emperor …"

"No, how would I dare?" Siyan said coldly, "It's fine now, kneel and rest while I sleep with the little princess."

Qingming Pavilion and Culture Hall were just two different walls, but the Emperor and Empress were able to push each other thousands of miles away.

She had left the Li Palace to find the Xiaowan, but the Emperor had not agreed at that time.

Facing her angry and unreasonable husband, Siyan left openly, but after going to see Xiaowan, she immediately returned to the palace.

She didn't give up on her identity. She knew herself that she was the empress, and even when facing the Xiaowan, she didn't push everything onto the emperor so that she could get rid of her brother's misunderstanding.

But after calming down and thinking about it, the Emperor took the initiative to ask her to eat with him because he wanted to be on good terms with her, but she heartlessly rejected his request.

What did he do wrong? Siyan believed that she had her reasons for everything he did, maybe her only mistake was not believing in herself at all.

How was he going to be a husband and wife for the rest of his life?

Outside the palace, a few mama were discussing whether they should go report to the First Princess and ask the First Princess to mediate for them. Suddenly, they saw a young eunuch run over from the front, trembling as he whispered to the mama.

"How impressive is this?" "Where did this lowly slave come from? Who sent her in?"

"But the Palace Maid in this palace belongs to the Emperor in the first place." The other said, "Although the Emperor doesn't have six palaces, who can control the Palace Maid the Emperor wants to be fortunate to?"

Inside the sleeping quarters, hearing the sound of footsteps from outside, Siyan walked in with the veil over her head and asked through the door: "What is it?"

The people outside were shocked, and then they became silent. Naturally it was even weirder, Siyan pushed open the door, and asked in an imposing manner: "What happened?"

Inside the Qingming Pavilion, Xiang Run laid on the beauty bed with an indifferent expression as he watched the Palace Maid slowly climb up from under his feet. Her clothes were opened wide as he looked at the Sovereign King with a soft and charming gaze and said in a soft voice, "Your majesty, this servant will …"

Xiang Run pinched her chin and pushed her back. "Scram!"

"Your Majesty …" However, the Palace Maid was not afraid. After falling down, he crawled back up, and used all of her abilities to make him like him.

When she fearlessly withdrew the Emperor's belt, the door of the inner hall was kicked open.

The slim and graceful woman barged in with the long sword in her hand. Because her height was not high enough, she did not have enough strength to lift the sword. The long sword slashed across the golden bricks, producing an ear-piercing sound.

"Yan'Er, you?" Xiang Run looked at this scene in shock, and immediately stood up from the beauty's bed.

However, he did not expect that Palace Maid would cling onto his back, trembling as he begged, "Your Majesty, save this servant, save this servant."

Seeing the undressed Palace Maid, Siyan's eyes were filled with killing intent. From the moment she entered the palace until now, no matter if it was at first when she was on good terms with the emperor, or later when Qin Se and Ming En loved each other, the restless Palace Maid had always hoped that she could climb onto the dragon bed.

Not only that, the wives also whispered amongst themselves, accusing her of being unlike a queen. Without the prestige of the Middle Palace, there was no need to talk about the contempt between the ministers.

She tried hard to do everything she could, whether it was dealing with the imperial family internally or dealing with the envoys externally. She had overturned the records of the imperial court in the harem of Daqi and had even memorized every single law in this country.

She didn't care about all the efforts she put in and how others looked down on her, but her husband didn't believe her.

Now he had to take the other women in his arms.

"Kill her, or kill me." Wei Siyan righteously looked at the Emperor, "Your majesty, please choose one."

A disheveled woman clung to the emperor, begging him to save her.

Xiang Run was unable to push it open even if he was pushed, and half of his belt had been taken out just now.

Siyan could not watch any longer, she rushed forward and grabbed onto the lady's sleeves, and with a scream, her sword was almost piercing Palace Maid's throat, and was blocked by the Palace Maid nanny who rushed over, causing a few servants to rush in and drag the Palace Maid out.

"Empress, please let go. Please give your sword to this servant." Trembling, the mama pried open the empress's fingers and finally took down the heavy sword. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the empress seemed to have frozen in place. They glared at each other, but didn't dare to say anything more.

"Not having six palaces is very depressing, right?" Siyan did not cry, "Your majesty, you can take back your orders, choose a concubine and sit down to enjoy the blessings of a concubine, I don't care."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's good that the emperor understands, it's good that he doesn't understand, chenqie will say nothing more." Siyan suddenly turned around and was about to walk out the door, but her hand was grabbed, the emperor's fingers were wrapped tightly around her fingers, his ten fingers were clenched tight, it was slightly painful.

"Yan'Er, I …" "Afraid." The emperor said in a low voice, "Yan'Er, you are already an outstanding empress, but I, am not like an emperor yet."

Siyan turned and looked at him.

The emperor lowered his eyebrows. "Royal father had laid down an eternal foundation, so just how strong can his Daqi Nation become? I used to try to make myself an excellent heir, but now I find that anyone can come and be an emperor under such a great mountain and river, don't you think? "

Siyan's hand was grabbed even tighter. Her husband, the Sovereign King of Daqi, once again said to her, "Yan'er, don't go … I'm scared. "

The yin aura above the Qingming Pavilion had dispersed, and Ling Chaofeng stood on top of the Announcement Hall, watching a cold gust of wind fly back into the Heaven Realm, he wasn't sure if this could be considered as the Emperor having passed his tribulation. Just now, when he saw the Queen charging into the hall with her sword, he was conflicted.

"So this job is actually this troublesome." Ling Chaofeng sighed, and then heard his wife's voice from far away, shouting drunkenly, "Master, where are you?"