“Your Highness, this is…” Mu Xi Yao looked at two-note paper Zhong Zheng Lin handed over to her. She carefully browsed the content written on it. Her eyelid slightly hung down.

“Does your Highness want to tell qie something?” Mu Xi Yao asked helplessly as she has detected that it was the third time this night Zhong Zheng Lin gazed at her. If he kept staring at her like this, she won’t be able to sleep. Being placed next to the boss and constantly watched by him, she was under great pressure.

At the side, Mu Xi Yao was watching consort Shu playing with Cheng Qing, but then she heard a palace maid report that miss Zeng has come.

Tang Yi Ru helplessly watched the imperial physician leave. She was so infuriated she threw away the porcelain pillow from the bed.

Pin xiuyi was lying on the bed, looking at Yuancheng Emperor and Zhong Zheng Han with a pale face. Her lips trembled and tears could not stop falling from her eyes.

Tang Yi Ru felt uneasy inside. As long as she can’t figure out what has happened on that night, she won’t be able to sit still.

Gradually, Tang Hui Ru stifled her tears. Supported by a servant girl’s hand, she got up and sat upright before the dressing table, grooming herself in front of the mirror. 

Time flies quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was already the thirteenth year of Zhanghe.

When Zhong Zheng Lin arrived to the main house of Danruo courtyard, Mo Lan apologized and led him to the warm room². in the side palace hall.