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Although in the past few years, Tangtang always disliked her and never gave her a kind look.

Ke Ning Ni Chang always remembered the night she first arrived in Shengjing.

Sleeping in a warm room, with new bedding, new curtains, everything new, the whole room felt unfamiliar.

Thinking of my deceased parents and younger brother, I know I will be all alone from now on...

Ning Nishang huddled under the covers, biting her lip anxiously and sobbing softly.

It's Tangtang.

She tiptoed into bed in the middle of the night, clutching her pillow, and slipped into her blankets like a little mouse stealing oil.

Her arms were soft and warm. She put her arms around her neck and said, "Cousin, don't be afraid. I'll protect you from now on."

Later, when someone outside said that she "had no father or mother," Tangtang was the first to rush up and punch the person until they were black and blue. She herself had several bloody scratches on her arm, and when she got home, she stubbornly insisted that she had fallen.

Later, perhaps because her aunt, uncle, and several cousins ​​favored her too much, they always let her choose the best things first and taste the delicious food first.

When Tangtang brought over something she liked to share with her, she discovered that she already had it.

Gradually, a thorn began to grow in Tangtang's heart...

She gradually lost her smile, stopped sharing funny stories and things with her affectionately, and started to be sarcastic and sarcastic towards her.

Tangtang was only seven years old at the time, two years younger than her. It was perfectly normal for her to feel sad and resentful because of her parents' favoritism.

For example, when her parents were alive, they always gave the best things in the house to her younger brother, and her mother always said, "Your younger brother will be your support in the future."

At that time, Ning Nishang would also feel sad in her heart. Why did she have to be that older sister? Why couldn't she be the son who could inherit the family business?

She had experienced Tangtang's grievances firsthand, so she understood and felt sorry for her.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Two years after entering the palace, Tangtang has come to terms with it. She has forgiven herself and her uncle and aunt because... her heart is no longer with the Qi family, so she no longer craves the love she once longed for.

She already has a king who favors her the most.

"Your Highness, I have a request," Ning Nishang said, pulling herself out of her thoughts and looking at Lu Linbai solemnly. "Please don't bother Tangtang anymore. This is between you and me. Your Highness, you can tell me directly what you need."

Tangtang has a fiery temper, and so does His Majesty. She doesn't want to cause discord between them because of her.

Lu Linbai, who was known for his sharp tongue and biting remarks, was completely speechless at this moment.

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't think it through."

"However—" Ning Nishang suddenly curved her lips into a smile, which was brighter than before, "Since Tangtang has accepted your money, Lin Bai, I'm willing to give it a try."

Suddenly, everything went quiet.

The wind stopped, the birdsong under the eaves stopped, even breathing stopped.

Lu Linbai opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his mind went blank, and all his thoughts were shattered into pieces.

Ning Nishang waited for a few moments, but received no response.

She looked up and saw him standing there, stunned, his pupils dilated, his breathing rapid. Feeling uncertain, she tentatively called out, "Lin Bai?"

The next second, Gan Si rushed over suddenly.

She secretly pinched Lu Linbai's arm and gritted her teeth, saying, "Your Highness, don't faint! You absolutely mustn't faint now!"

This was an old ailment of Lu Linbai's; he was born prematurely and was physically weak, so he couldn't withstand any stimulation.

She usually seems fine, but she is prone to fainting when her emotions fluctuate too much. However, she has not had a relapse since she stopped taking the medication and became an adult.

Just now, I suddenly went from great sorrow to great joy, and the stimulation was too much for a moment.

Lu Linbai, using Gan Si's strength, barely managed to stand, his lips trembling, "...Xuan Niang, is what you're saying true?"

Ning Nishang had never seen a grown man so "delicate and frail" before. She took half a step forward to help him, but then withdrew her hand out of politeness.

"Of course it's true. We can do what Tangtang said, get to know each other first, and slowly develop feelings for one another—"

Snap!

Lu Linbai closed his eyes and fell straight backward.

fainted.

Ning Nishang was startled. "Your Highness, Lin Bai?"

Gan Si hurriedly caught it, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace at Ning Nishang, "Miss Ning, please don't take offense, this isn't your fault."

"...It's because our Prince returned from the Grand Tutor's residence last time that he regretted neglecting you. He missed you day and night and couldn't eat or sleep. The doctor said it was because of his emotional distress, which is why...Actually, the Prince is usually in very good health, really."

Gan Si frantically tried to salvage the situation while inwardly groaning.

His prince, why did he have to faint at this time of year? If he gets together with Miss Ning, what will happen on their wedding night?

……

Qi Yitang hadn't expected Lu Linbai to be so weak; he could faint after just a few words.

That's utterly useless.

If things are like this now, will we need someone to help us during our wedding night?

Ugh, just thinking about that scene makes me want to look away.

Qi Yitang was disgusted, but considering the one million taels of gold, she still asked Xie Ling to give her a lot of tonics to send to the Prince of Anning's mansion.

She has fulfilled her obligations; the rest is up to fate.

In late October, Shengjing experienced its first snowfall.

A timely snowfall promises a bumper harvest; it's a good omen.

But the wind howled, whipping the eaves of the pavilion, and the fallen leaves covered by snow made one feel lazy and unwilling to go out.

Qi Yitang still slept until late morning, but it was a more agonizing experience for Xie Ling. As a diligent emperor, he hadn't experienced this last year, but this year was the first time he felt that the warmth of the bed was detrimental to his mind, and he had no heart for the morning court.

Soon, it was October 24th, Qi Yitang's birthday.

Xie Ling had already given instructions to the Ministry of Rites that the banquet would be held in a very grand manner. All the slightly prominent people in the capital were invited to the palace to celebrate the Consort's birthday, and even the ailing Empress Dowager was invited out.

However, amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, the ladies and ministers below exchanged glances, somewhat surprised.

Because the seat at the head of the table was empty, neither the Emperor nor the Empress, the main characters of the day, were present.