Heir Pei finally finished serving Qu Fulan her porridge, and sohow ended up sweating profusely.
Because at this mont, she was like a fragile piece of tofu, afraid of breaking with the slightest touch, requiring him to serve her carefully, which was exhausting.
Qu Fulan wanted to lie down again after eating the porridge.
"You can’t lie down right after eating. Just sit for a while," he stopped her verbally.
Qu Fulan was unhappy, "But I’m tired."
Her whole body ached as if she’d been beaten up. She had tried to sit sideways while eating to shift her weight, enduring for so long that she couldn’t take it anymore.
Luckily, the old lady wasn’t ho, otherwise, she’d have been too embarrassed to face anyone.
Qu Fulan was indeed annoyed; last night he had exhausted her to the brink, ignoring her pleas—a total scoundrel!
Which woman could consummate to the point of being bedridden?
Thinking back to bragging to Ren Hua, she suddenly felt slapped in her own face. Fortunately, Ren Hua wasn’t ho; otherwise, would she have any face left?
Not only would Ren Hua laugh at her, but others would too—how embarrassing.
Pei Ji’an tried to persuade her further, but she glared at him. Touching his nose, acknowledging his faults, he said, "Then I’ll lie down with you."
Unable to persuade her, he joined her. Having tasted the delight, he wouldn’t oppose his wife at such a mont, considering future benefits. It was better to comply now.
"Don’t you have any tasks?" she asked.
"You think I’m made of iron? I’ve been working endlessly. Even an ox needs good rest," he explained with amusent.
You’re indeed made of iron, aren’t you? But when did you rest? Qu Fulan thought sarcastically. She didn’t stop him from lying down beside her, instead, she leaned closer into his arms.
Admittedly, after certain experiences, won’s intimacy becos more natural, not shy as at the beginning.
"Did the old lady know you returned?"
"I’ve sent soone to inform them, but they said it would take another two days for them to co back."
"Did the Emperor reward you this ti?"
"If there are rewards, then there can’t be leave; if there’s leave, then there can’t be rewards. Of course, I’d trade it for a day or two of leave."
"You can do that?"
"Otherwise, what did you think? The Emperor is very shrewd."
"He’s too shrewd. You’re risking your life for him."
A little mistake could lead to injury; losing life would be the bigger issue. And still only exchange for a day or two’s leave? Worse than capitalists.
"Too many rewards would lead to objections from others, influencing the imperial techniques. There’s no other way."
"Whoever has objections should take the risks. Isn’t that fair and just?"
"Even so, practically it’s difficult to execute, such as handling remnants of the forr dynasty. The tasks are substantial, and not everyone can complete them."
Qu Fulan remained silent; she understood the difference between ideals and reality.
After a brief silence, she spoke again, "Are there so many remnants of the forr dynasty? Why does it seem like they can never be caught?"
Pei Ji’an chuckled, "The factional fights back then were fierce, remnants scattered extensively, naturally impossible to capture them all."
Qu Fulan found it strange, "But the situation is settled, and the most competitive ones were caught back then. What’s the point of the remaining minions struggling endlessly?"
"Until King Jie is eliminated, his minions won’t give up."
King Jie was soone Pei Ji’an jointly captured with Xiao Shiqing, involving the Thousand-faced Monster Hand.
"Why doesn’t the Emperor just kill him? That’d crush the minions’ hopes and stop their occasional resurgence."
"Because King Jie holds a secret. Until the secret is known, the Emperor won’t easily move against him."
Since he didn’t specify the secret, she didn’t ask further, fearing curiosity might lead to trouble.
Chatting along, Qu Fulan dozed off again.
At the sa ti, in the dungeon.
The Emperor, dressed in imperial yellow, personally visited the dungeon, accompanied by cautious attendants.
And who was the man bound on the racks, if not King Jie? Despite being covered in blood, he wore a fearless expression.
"Release , and I’ll tell you the secret you want to know."
The Emperor closed his eyes briefly, remaining silent.
King Jie confidently knew of this weakness grip; knowing he wouldn’t be killed easily, laughed deeply, "Third brother, don’t think you’ve won."
"Oh, do you think you can still get out of here?" The Emperor seed to be listening to a joke.
"Whether I can or not, wait and see, third brother, you will lose terribly..."
In the palace, the Fifth Prince paid respects to the Empress.
The Empress, though childless, had given birth to two daughters, both married. The birth mother of the Fifth Prince passed early, so he was raised by the Empress side.
Strictly speaking, the Emperor had no legitimate sons.
Currently, the Emperor hadn’t appointed a Crown Prince, so all princes had a chance.
But looking at the present situation, the Emperor seed favorable towards the eldest and the Seventh Prince; wonder if he’d eventually choose one as Crown Prince.
Still, as they say, until the final mont, everyone had a chance.
Consort Zhang felt her son, Lao Qi, had greater hope.
"The eldest’s birth mother had no status background, with a weak temperant, anyone could suppress her easily. How would the Emperor favor such offspring? A re facade."
The Seventh Prince didn’t refute his mother’s words, yet internally didn’t fully agree. He never viewed things absolutely.
As for the eldest, gentle-natured like his birth mother, Consort Xian.
Consort Xian, gentle-natured, the Emperor often enjoyed talking to her for relief.
While the palace princes pondered "life’s great matters,"
Qu Fulan outside the palace also deliberated her "life’s great matter."
"Do you think I... might be pregnant?" Qu Fulan worriedly.
She wasn’t yet twenty and definitely didn’t want a baby. How would she cope?
After sleeping a full day and muddling through, she rembered this life-impacting issue.
With no twelve-hour or twenty-hour counterasure here, could she still research herbal redies?
But dicine is three parts poison; would she have to take dicine from now on?
She checked her space just now, no dicines of that kind.
"Don’t worry, I already used Inner Strength to dissolve the remnants in your body," Pei Ji’an thought ahead, deeming her too young for motherhood.
The crucial point is, enduring a ten-month pregnancy, how would he cope?
For his happiness, delaying childbearing by a few years was necessary.
Qu Fulan heard, utterly astonished, "You can do that?"
Inner Strength was truly remarkable!
With the old lady absent, the couple lived shalessly, Qu Fulan sleeping deeply every day.
Unaware of what dicine he changed, after application, her recovery was quick, even the marks faded within a day, provided he didn’t add new ones.
Thus, whenever she needed to leave the room, she had to wear a thin silk scarf. Inside, she simply wore a strapless bodice.
He didn’t just fool around at ho with her; he took her to a Hot Spring Villa.
Though it was still warm, the mountains were cool, and soaking in hot springs benefited health.
She was indulging comfortably, relieving the recent "fatigue," when he proposed,
"Let’s play a ga."
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