My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

The good news came a month later.

Zhou Ningzhu is pregnant.

Rewards were sent to the East Palace in batches like a stream of water. The entire Zhou Mansion was filled with joy, and even the guards guarding the gate had their faces glowing red. Zhou Ningyu, who was helping organize the files at the desk, sighed several times early in the morning.

Huo Changan, who was sitting opposite her, finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

The prince of the Zhou family was originally on the side, let’s not say what will happen in the future.

At least now it seems that it is a profit.

Zhou Ningyu muttered, "The third sister has been withdrawn since she was a child. I don't know if she can get used to it after entering the East Palace."

She has many aunts and sisters in her family. But there is only one Zhou Ningzhu who is close to her age.

Yan Conling, who was checking out the Meirenxiang incident, raised his head when he heard this and said, "The position of the concubine was originally fought for by your family."

Bai Liyan doesn't want to stay in the Imperial Capital. As soon as she leaves, the position will most likely fall to her.

"I know." Zhou Ningyu nodded, her eyebrows filled with sadness, "But my third sister is not trying to fight with me, she is trying to fight for herself."

Regarding Zhou Ningzhu, Yan Congling could only think of the frail and frail figure kneeling on the ground that day.

Zhou Ningyu gushed, "My third sister is smart and high-spirited. She always strives to be the best in everything. It's a pity. If it weren't for my father, she wouldn't have to be a concubine."

There is no need to do this dirty trick.

These words must have been weighing in her heart for a long time. She felt sorry and unfair for her concubine.

Huo Changan stopped the pen in his hand and glanced at her with a hint of respect in his eyes, "Miss Zhou is right, if men in the world don't take concubines, there will be no concubines."

The room fell into tranquil silence for a moment, the wind blew through the gauze curtains under the corridor, and the beads struck each other, making a clear sound.

Yan Conling was very discerning, and she couldn't keep up with the thoughts of this talented man and woman. Seeing that the atmosphere had reached this point, he also memorized the files and quickly found an excuse to leave, leaving the venue to this couple.

He was in the Demon Suppression Division, but he was running as fast as he could for his life. A figure outside the corridor almost collided with her. Fortunately, Yan Congling had quick eyes and quick hands and reached out to support the figure in time.

The little girl wearing a rice dumpling bun called her happily, "Sister Yan."

"Xiao Lai."

Yan Conling let go of her hand and forgot to ask, "How is it? Are you used to living in the Demon Suppression Division?"

Originally, Yue Lingheng planned to go back to Yunshan, but taking care of Xiao Lai for so long allowed him to regain the feeling of being with his junior brothers and sisters.

It's like spring comes again, and a long drought brings rain... To put it simply - maternal love is awakened.

He would not be at ease if he handed it over to Ning Mingche or Chief Li. The former would look like a fool and the latter would look like an iceberg. Moreover, the little girl refused to go back to Yunshan with him and insisted on staying in the Imperial Capital to wait for her king to come out of seclusion...

Therefore, Yue Lingheng could only stay.

As for getting out of seclusion, this nonsense made up by Yan Congling, it's unclear how long it can be kept hidden.

The little girl came closer and held her arm affectionately, saying, "I'm used to it."

Twelve or thirteen years old is the age of innocence, and after following Lou Qixue for so many years, he didn’t have any playmates around him. Therefore, from Miss Yan to Sister Yan, there is no need to buy anything valuable.

"Brother Heng is very kind to me. Although he doesn't like to talk, he feels like a mother!"

There's nothing wrong with that. Yan Conngling nodded, "That's good."

In this way, it can be regarded as trying to make up for it.

"By the way, Sister Yan." Xiao Lai looked at her expectantly, "Why did the king stay in seclusion for so long this time? Did he say when he would come out of seclusion?"

In the past, Lou Qixue also liked to retreat, especially when the elders came over. So when Yan Conling said this, she had no doubt at all.

But the retreat time will never be too long. Because I have to follow Yan Conngling to the next place.

Xiaolai didn't know what happened in Lingcheng that time. All I know is that in the past, the king followed him from afar and never came forward to disturb or strike up a conversation.

Only when Yan Conling is in danger will he quietly help.

It seemed that after leaving seclusion one day, she felt that the king's eyes seemed to have changed a lot, always mixed with incomprehensible complexity and sadness...

The girl in front of her didn't answer immediately. She paused for a moment, then reached out and pinched her rice dumpling hair, "Probably, after a while."

I hope he has recovered during this time.

Otherwise, this lie will probably be exposed soon. After all, her understanding of Lou Qixue was far less than Xiao Lai's.

"Sister Yan, I see that you are always busy lately." Xiao Lai, whose trust level was still full, had no doubts and suddenly took out something from his sleeve.

"The king said that you liked this, so I made one up for you to play with."

What does she like?

Curious in his heart, Yan Conngling followed his gaze and asked, "What is it..."

But the moment he saw the garland clearly in the little girl's slender hand, his mind felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer and felt as if it was about to explode.

The entire field of vision was blurry and trembling, covered with a layer of blood...

The corpses of her clan members, the heavy gravel, the charred Yanling grass... intertwined with endless blood and darkness, like a huge net, tightly entangled her, making it difficult to breathe.

Many days had passed when the uncle rescued her. She remembered the hatred, but she didn't dare to seriously recall how she got there in those days...the smell of blood from corpses and the smell of rotting and burnt vegetation...

"Sister Yan?"

Her suddenly pale complexion and dark eyes startled Xiao Lai.

Worry shouted, but when there was no response, the little girl was about to reach out and touch someone.

Warm blood suddenly sprayed all over her face. The girl's figure swayed twice, then she fell down straight in front of him.

"Sister Yan!!"

Not caring about wiping the blood on his face, Xiaolai's voice was filled with tears and he hurriedly hugged the person.

She had the healing pills that Yue Lingheng always gave her when he brought up his children. She was forcing them into Yan Conling's mouth for free while crying.

"Brother Ling Heng! Sister Yan is vomiting blood!"

The youth came quickly.

He still had a cold face, but he came running over.

"Ling'er!" Xiao Lai knelt down and took the person from his hand, and he called twice. Seeing the girl's thick eyelashes trembling slightly, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

He turned to comfort the stunned Xiao Lai, "It's okay, I'm just mentally unstable."

The little girl finally reacted, blaming herself and worrying, "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it. I didn't know Sister Yan would be like this when she saw that wreath..."

The garland still rolled to the ground.

The golden little flowers are strung up one after another, like a handful of warm sunshine in early spring. The petals of each flower are stretched and tender, without any wilting.

One look at it and you can tell that a lot of time and thought went into it.

"I know."

Picking up the wreath with a bony hand, Yue Lingheng said softly, "Junior sister should have liked it before, but now I can't see it. So, give it to me."