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“I really want to eat fish today, so I made sour soup and fish noodles with mother. Go wash your hands quickly and try a bowl later? Hmm?” Ji Zhao held her cumbersome waist and carefully walked in front of him with a faint smile.

“Zhaozhao.” Shen Yao’s heart skipped a beat. He gently pulled her into his arms and buried his head in her neck. He took a deep breath. The faint fragrance of hibiscus made him feel refreshed. “Let me hug you.”

“Okay.” Ji Zhao nodded obediently and gently closed her eyes.

At this moment, it was as if the world had fallen silent.

The couple hugged each other and felt each other’s heartbeats. Their lips curled into the same smile.

A moment later, Shen Yao used two big bowls of sour soup fish noodles.

Ji Zhao, who was sitting opposite him, looked at his obviously thin jaw and her eyes were filled with heartache.

“You’ve lost weight.” Ji Zhao’s heart ached. “Have you been very tired recently?”

“Yes.” Shen Yao looked up and smiled at her. “It’s almost over.”

Compared to the three flawed princes under Emperor Jingyuan, Prince Xian was more suitable for that position.

As for Emperor Jingyuan, he seemed to have accepted his fate. Soon, he would be able to write the edict for the throne.

As for why Shen Yao was so busy during this period of time, it was related to Prince Xian’s background.

When she heard this news, Ji Zhao looked at Shen Yao in surprise. “Prince Xian’s background? Isn’t Prince Xian from the same mother as the current emperor?”

Everyone in Great Jing knew that Prince Xian was Emperor Jingyuan’s younger brother from the same mother!

“It’s hard to imagine what the royal family is scheming.” Shen Yao rubbed her cheek and changed the topic with a smile. “Zhaozhao, let’s not talk about this. You’re pregnant, so it’s not appropriate for you to think too much.”

Shen Yao’s large palm landed on her round belly, and his lips curled up slightly.

“I heard that nine out of ten pregnant women vomit, but our daughter’s heart aches for you,” Shen Yao could not help but praise.

“Are you so sure it’s a daughter?” Hearing his gentle and pleasant voice, Ji Zhao couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. She deliberately teased, “I think it’s a son.”

“Zhaozhao, don’t spout nonsense. It must be a daughter,” Shen Yao said stubbornly.

Ji Zhao was helpless. She leaned on his shoulder and laughed for a while before falling asleep again.

Actually, she had already diagnosed that the child in her womb was a boy.

In order to prevent Lord Shen’s dreams of a daughter from being shattered, she decided not to tell him for the time being.

After August, the weather in the capital became even hotter.

Imperial Palace, Qianqing Hall.

Even after inviting countless divine doctors, Emperor Jingyuan’s condition still didn’t improve.

The huge Qianqing Hall was filled with the strong smell of bitter medicine.

The Empress and Consort Shu came to attend to Emperor Jingyuan’s illness every day, but Emperor Jingyuan’s condition was getting more and more serious. It had even reached the point where he could not see people clearly.

The only person he could recognize was Prince Xian, Zhou Yuheng.

Another day, Prince Xian was summoned to the palace.

“Brother, why did you summon me?” After entering Qianqing Hall, Prince Xian stood thirty feet away from the dragon bed and asked indifferently.

“Little Seven…” Emperor Jingyuan, who had just taken the medicine 15 minutes ago, looked up at the dignified Langjun standing at the bottom. His heart skipped a beat. “You still hate me, don’t you?”

Prince Xian lowered his head and played with the ring-shaped jade pendant on his waist. He remained silent.

“I… once regretted it.” Emperor Jingyuan smiled bitterly and couldn’t help but cough a few times. In the end, he sighed with emotion in a low voice. “I know that you’ve been suspecting your background recently, but no matter how hard you investigate, you can’t find any evidence, right?”

“Dowager Consort Zheng from the Cold Palace, Nanny Gui from the laundry bureau…” Prince Xian slowly looked up and said calmly, “Brother, do you really think that 1 can’t find out? There has never been a sin in this world that can be covered up. Those whose hands are stained with blood have to suffer enough torture in hell before they can reincarnate into the afterlife.”

“Do you hate me that much?”

“Brother, do you think that 1 shouldn’t hate you?” Prince Xian smiled and asked instead of answering.

“I’ve always thought that if 1 hadn’t heard that secret, perhaps there wouldn’t have been so many sins, right?” Emperor Jingyuan barely propped himself up and leaned against the dragon bed. He looked around at the furnishings in the huge inner hall and chuckled softly. “Little Seven, this is the palace. It’s a deep palace that eats people up without spitting out their bones. Even our father was able to ascend to the throne because he stepped on the blood of countless brothers. That’s why I’ve never felt that I’ve done anything wrong all these years… But you… You’re like a strange existence in the royal family. You respect me and went to the battlefield fearlessly for me. I’m very touched and envious…”

“Seventh Brother, you probably don’t know how charming your pure heart is, right?”

“Brother, did you summon me today just to say this?” Prince Xian frowned and said, “If there’s nothing else, 1’11 take my leave…”

“Zhou Yuheng, are you going to watch helplessly as the Great Jing Dynasty falls apart?! You’ve been claiming to be sick for months. Don’t you want this position at all?!” Emperor Jingyuan shouted in pain at the back of the black figure!

“Brother.” Prince Xian slowly turned around. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were incomparably calm, like a quiet pool of water without the slightest emotion. “I’ve never dreamed of becoming the emperor. Brother, you’ve probably forgotten, right? When we were young, you and 1 studied together in the Imperial Academy. My grades were not outstanding… But Brother, you’re different. Brother, you’re skilled in literature and martial arts. In my heart, you’re a role model!”

“I respect you not entirely because you saved my life when I was young…” Prince Xian could not help but laugh again. “It’s just that now that 1 mention the words ‘saving my life’, I find it very ironic.”

“You… have you never considered the throne?”

“Brother knows very well, don’t you?”

Emperor Jingyuan laughed. He couldn’t stop laughing. In the end, he started to cough rapidly and even coughed out blood.

“So all these years, I’ve been thinking that I’m smart. I thought… I thought… Forget it…”

Emperor Jingyuan closed his eyes in pain.

“I’ve already sent someone to Jiangnan to find a famous doctor. I hope that Brother will take care of his health.”

“Seventh Brother!”

Emperor Jingyuan let out a heart-wrenching scream. In the end, he said in a deep voice, “I want to talk to you.”

Prince Xian wanted to leave, but for some reason, he chose to stay.

The eunuch brought over a short stool. Prince Xian sat at the bottom and did not say a word.

A moment later, a cup of fragrant tea was served.

The top-notch Longjing.

“I remember that Seventh Brother’s favorite tea is this Longjing tea before the rain. Therefore, all these years, whenever I get new tea, I will always get someone to send it to Seventh Brother’s residence…”

“I dare not forget my royal brother’s kindness.” Prince Xian stared at the cup of fragrant tea that was filled with mist, his thoughts in a mess..