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Qi Yitang certainly knew that this was normal.

If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have almost embarrassed herself in front of her parents, which would have been incredibly awkward.

Blushing, she asked softly, "How about... we bring one of the children over?"

Although the ladies in the palace don't have to feed their children themselves, and each child has several wet nurses to serve them, they can still manage to handle such unexpected situations.

Xie Ling, however, firmly rejected her suggestion.

"The child is still young and doesn't know his own strength. What if he hurts you?"

Xie Ling had been looking forward to this day ever since she became pregnant, and now it has finally come.

He revealed his true intentions, and his tone sounded quite serious, "Why go to such lengths when I can help you right now?"

"..." Qi Yitang knew he wouldn't let any opportunity slip by, but there was no better way at the moment.

"Then remember to be gentle."

Xie Ling didn't have time to remain silent; she had already started helping.

A rustling sound came from inside the hall, and the curtains were drawn, obscuring some of the spring scenery that was not convenient for outsiders to see.

……

After all that, the two of them ended up smelling...awful.

Qi Yitang, feeling weak all over, nestled in the blankets and urged Xie Ling to take a shower. She then asked him to fetch water and help her dry off, so as not to give herself away in front of everyone.

The tricky part is that Xie Ling seems to have become addicted to it ever since that incident.

Every time he returned from the Imperial Study or from court, the first thing he would do was to lean close to her and ask, "Did you have any today?"

If so, he would be happy to help.

If she says no, he will show a regretful expression as if he has missed out on 100,000 taels of gold, and then—wait.

With patience, it will eventually come.

Qi Yitang: "..." You don't have to be so subtle about taking advantage.

But Qi Yitang never refused.

It's really uncomfortable when your blood pressure is high, so why not have someone help you solve it anytime, anywhere?

This was a private matter between the two of them, and outsiders knew nothing about it. Even if they heard about it, they wouldn't dare to question the emperor.

Having a high position and great power is really good.

But over time, the flavor inevitably seeps in, and some people with keen noses and boldness, like Xie Changqing, will inevitably be affected.

"Brother, what do you smell like?"

Besides the Empress Dowager who was always holding the children, Xie Changqing also visited the two little ones every day, and over time he became extremely familiar with their scent.

This wouldn't normally be a big deal, but now, he strangely felt—

"Why do I feel... it smells a bit like the little fish?"

—Because Xie Chengqian always liked to blow bubbles at people, like a goldfish, he was given the nickname "Little Fish".

Xie Changqing sniffed, as if trying to make out something.

A moment later...

It's not an illusion, it really looks like it!

Xie Ling didn't try to prove her innocence; instead, she questioned, "Why did you open your sister-in-law's letter?"

not good!

Xie Changqing's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly slid down to his knees. "Brother, I was wrong. I didn't know you and sister-in-law had a secret code... I shouldn't have been curious, but I was just worried about sister-in-law having a premature birth. It was all out of kindness."

Unfortunately, good intentions almost led to a serious mistake.

Xie Ling said, "Go back and copy books, then confine yourself for three days. If you misbehave again, you'll be copying books for me for the rest of your life."

Xie Changqing wailed, "No! No, Your Majesty! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"

But the cold-blooded emperor couldn't hear his younger brother's cries of pain and was in a hurry to go back and help his wife.

I didn't drink any water before leaving home this morning, and I'm thirsty.

……

Ever since that dream about the female lead from the original novel, Qi Yitang has never been able to see any comments on the screen.

In the past, we relied on golden words to guide us; now we can only rely on ourselves.

At first, she found it very difficult to adapt, feeling like something was missing wherever she went, but gradually, she got used to it.

They have to live their own lives; they can't rely on others forever.

Qi Yitang was very grateful for the words that had accompanied her, but it was time to say goodbye properly.

That day, she summoned Chizheng and showered her with a large number of fine things as part of her dowry.

To be honest, Qi Yitang really couldn't bear to part with Chi Zheng and originally planned to release her just before the wedding.

But her dear fourth brother was impatient. It was mid-September, and he had set the wedding date for early October, and had been urging her several times.

Tell me, is it urgent or not?

In just a month or so, there were matchmakers, banquets, makeup trials, tailoring... and so on. It was all very urgent!

Fourth Brother is twenty-four this year, and will be twenty-five next year, which is no different from sixty-five.

Qi Yitang couldn't keep holding onto his sister-in-law any longer; if things dragged on any longer, even his own brother might not make it.

She explained everything clearly, "This is a house in the north of the city, registered in your name. You will be married from there. I have arranged the steward and servants."

"This is a token. You are welcome to come to the palace to see me anytime if you need anything."

Holding those things, Chi Zheng opened her mouth, bewildered, "Your Majesty..."

Qi Yitang joked, "Still calling me 'Your Majesty'?"

Chi Zheng's ears turned a strange red, and she tentatively said, "...Tang Tang."

"That's right, Fourth Sister-in-law."

Qi Yitang hugged her reluctantly. "It's getting late, and it's inconvenient for me to see you off. Fourth Brother is waiting at the palace gate. Go on your way."

Chi Zheng nodded. "Yes."

She was tall and broad-shouldered, with a steady gait. Her back resembled a solid wall, or a large tree that had finally found its home.

Qi Yitang whispered, "You must be happy."

"Who is Tangtang thinking about?"

Just as he came to his senses, he was met with a handsome face. He was so close that he could clearly see thick, long eyelashes, and apart from the scar on his brow bone, he was flawless.

Qi Yitang smiled and asked, "Who else could I miss besides you?"

Xie Ling, having been soothed, lowered his head and kissed her. "It seems we're on the same wavelength. Even while I was at court, I was thinking of you. How was your day? Did you...?"

"……"here we go again.

Qi Yitang suspects that Xie Ling lacks maternal love and was not properly cared for by the Empress Dowager when she was a child, which is why she is so lacking now.

I drank heavily right before bed last night, and I vaguely felt someone was still there in my sleep...

It hasn't been that long; even a cow couldn't store that many.

She sternly pushed his face away. "No, don't think about it."

"Really?" Xie Ling didn't believe it. He could smell it. "Tangtang loves to say one thing and mean another. I have to confirm it myself."

Since women shouldn't go out in the wind during their postpartum confinement period, and the palace was warm, Qi Yitang dressed simply with loose-fitting clothes, which gave some people an opportunity to take advantage of her.

"You..." Caught off guard, she instinctively dug her fingers into his hair, clenching and releasing them.

The hall was warm and inviting, while outside the window, the autumn wind swirled through the treetops, and the wind chimes under the eaves tinkled softly, once, then once more.

After a long time.

Xie Ling raised his head contentedly and licked his lips.

"That naughty Tangtang, she lied to me again."

He pulled her closer to him. "Given Tangtang's egregious behavior, I've decided to increase the number of punishments by three. I'll punish you properly then."

When exactly did he owe seventy or eighty times? He's just spouting nonsense!