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The effects of "Regretful Dream" were extremely rapid, and Qin Lianyue quickly fell into a hallucination.

Xie Ling stood a few steps away, watching coldly.

Watching her treat the pillow as herself, trying to undress it, kissing and touching it, and then tearing her own nightgown.

Li Degui reached out and tremblingly covered his eyes, oh dear, this...

Although eunuchs are not considered men, they are still human beings. Is it really appropriate for His Majesty to let him witness such a scene?

Xie Ling was certainly prepared.

If you let another woman share a room with you, you'll be in trouble later and it'll be hard to explain yourself. It's always better to have a witness.

In fact, Xie Ling's original method was even more despicable—find a man with a similar build to him, disguise himself slightly, make Qin Lianyue mistake him for her, and then have his way with her.

However, at the last minute, Xie Ling abandoned the idea.

Although he deliberately indulged Qin Lianyue and Xie Jingyu's absurd behavior last time, it was ultimately the Empress Dowager and Qin Zhenxiong who made it happen.

Xie Ling didn't consider himself a saint, so there was no need for him to go to such lengths.

The person he had a conflict with was Qin Zhenxiong; Qin Lianyue was merely a victim in the conflict.

Xie Ling didn't think Qin Lianyue liked her that much. Perhaps she had just been hypnotized since childhood to marry the emperor and become empress. What she loved was his power. If someone else were emperor today, she would still fight tooth and nail for the throne.

When things come to light in the future, she can only blame herself for having a good father and a good aunt.

The candles in the Hall of Mental Cultivation were extinguished, but there were still ambiguous movements.

Li Degui stepped out and stood guard outside the door. A dark figure swept past from the side and disappeared silently into the night.

……

Xie Ling arrived at Yaotang Palace with ease.

Because he frequently broke through the window to "attack at night," Qi Yitang ordered that the window be kept open at all times, and even placed a soft cushion under the window to reduce the noise of his night attacks.

So that a respectable emperor wouldn't be mistaken for a womanizer.

Xie Ling climbed inside; the lights were off, and only the dim moonlight shone through.

Approaching the bed, the person on it had their back to the inside, as if they had been fast asleep for a long time.

Xie Ling loved watching Qi Yitang sleep soundly, so quiet and gentle, but at that moment, his heart sank heavily.

He chose another woman, yet Tangtang could still sleep so soundly?

She seemed to care about him completely, and even his innocence was insignificant. He indulged himself, and she continued to eat and sleep, and the next day she could still strut around in front of him with a smile.

Is this love?

—Of course this is love. Tangtang understands him and trusts that he won't actually sleep with Qin Lianyue. This is how it should be between husband and wife.

But certain memories flashed through his mind. He remembered Xie Jingyu being given a sachet by another girl, the two of them pulling and tugging at each other, and when the girl accidentally fell into Xie Jingyu's arms, Tangtang saw it and was so angry that she ignored everyone for many days.

Even after they made up, when her second brother asked her what she'd been doing lately, Tangtang would say sarcastically that she'd been "eating sachets" and "playing with sachets"...

Xie Ling pursed her lips.

Why does Tangtang care so much about everything Xie Jingyu does, yet ignore him completely?

"How shameless! Xie Jingyu is a thing of the past. It's precisely because of the bad deeds of certain people that Tangtang doesn't trust them. Do I really intend to adopt that fickle and disgusting behavior and hurt Tangtang's feelings?"

How is that any different from being a scumbag?

It took Xie Ling a long time to calm down.

It doesn't matter. Nothing from the past matters. As long as she's by his side now, that's enough.

Xie Ling tidied herself up, took off her outer clothes and shoes, and got into bed.

Although he had calmed down, Xie Ling still decided to wake her up and give her a good beating—he couldn't sleep, and he wouldn't let her sleep soundly until dawn.

However, when he turned Qi Yitang around and touched her cheek with his fingers, he found it was wet.

It looks like...tears.

Xie Ling's heart skipped a beat. "Tangtang?"

Qi Yitang, who was originally immersed in her heart palpitations, noticed the familiar presence, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She sat up abruptly and hugged him tightly.

"Yanzhi, you really came!"

Qi Yitang was asleep, but was startled awake.

Because she had a nightmare—in her dream, Qin Lianyue learned the art of seduction, which bewitched Xie Ling, and she was summoned to his bed repeatedly, completely dominating Xie Ling.

Qin Lianyue was enjoying the Emperor's favor, but she disliked her and made things difficult for her in various ways, humiliating her and exposing her ugly side.

In the end, Qin Lianyue, arm in arm with Xie Ling, looked down at her with the air of a victor, and sneered, "You lost to Ning Nishang in your past life, and you lost to me in this life, Qi Yitang. How pathetic you are."

"I'm going to torture you and your family mercilessly, so you'll regret ever opposing me!"

Then, right in front of her, he kissed "Xie Ling" passionately, while she was thrown into a beggar's den, where a group of filthy and smelly men grinned wickedly and swarmed around her.

"—!" Qi Yitang was startled awake, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

What a terrible nightmare.

She stumbled out of bed, drank half a cup of cold tea, and barely managed to recover.

Qi Yitang almost wanted to cry. What evil spirit had she encountered?

Unable to defeat the female lead, he became a military prostitute; when he fought Qin Lianyue, he also ended up in a beggar's den.

She's not good at palace intrigue, but if she's going to die, she should die a quick death. Why does she always resort to such despicable methods?

Qi Yitang suddenly felt a strong desire to see Xie Ling.

He used to come secretly often. Everyone in the palace knew she was favored, but the emperor didn't choose her very often. Xie Ling only let her serve him occasionally, about seven or eight times a month, no more and no less. The rest of the time, he would come secretly like a thief to avoid making her a target.

The moonlight outside the window was hazy; it must have been past midnight. At this hour, even the mosquitoes in the palace would be asleep.

Realizing that Xie Ling might not be coming, Qi Yitang sat there blankly for a while, looking lost in thought.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. She went back to bed, lay there silently weeping, but she never expected—

Xie Ling has really come!