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Qi Yitang was surprised to find that Qin Lianyue had suddenly become lively and energetic again, even more so than before, and was showing off her power.

You know what, it's really strange that her mother came here. Did she drug her?

"Oh, isn't this Sister Qi? What brings you here to pay your respects to the Empress Dowager?"

They bumped into each other on the street, and Qin Lianyue smiled broadly.

"Hehe, what a coincidence." Qi Yitang smiled politely, "Consort Li looks quite well today. What, have you recovered from your illness?"

Although Qin Lianyue was still a bit thinner than before, her makeup was exquisite, her lipstick was bright, and she looked radiant.

"When a person is in high spirits during a happy occasion, even the worst illness will be cured."

Qi Yitang: "What good thing happened to you?"

She almost blurted it out, but Qin Lianyue swallowed the words back.

The day before yesterday, the imperial physician was summoned to examine her pulse. He said there were indeed signs of pregnancy, but the pregnancy was still very early and it could not be confirmed yet.

Qin Lianyue was overjoyed. Her period was always on time and rarely delayed. In addition, she had been feeling upset lately, so it was highly likely that she was pregnant.

She told the imperial physicians not to report it yet, as too many children in the palace had died young, and even if she became pregnant, she might not be able to give birth.

To be on the safe side, Qin Lianyue planned to wait three months to make sure the pregnancy was stable before proceeding.

She simply asked her mother to write a letter and send it to the Northwest, so that her father could also be happy.

With the dragon's child in her belly, Qin Lianyue's gaze towards Qi Yitang changed.

Tsk tsk, how pathetic.

She entered the palace as a Noble Consort, just one step away from becoming Empress, and had been favored by her cousin for so long, yet she ended up with this disappointing pregnancy.

Once she gives birth to her cousin's eldest son, the position of empress will be within her grasp, and Qi Yitang's future days will be difficult.

Qin Lianyue walked in front of Qi Yitang, her smile meaningful. "My aunt is waiting for me to pay my respects. Sister Qi, I'll take my leave first."

Why are you laughing so strangely when you're just offering a greeting?

Qi Yitang felt extremely uncomfortable with Qin Lianyue's behavior. Was this person up to some underhanded trick again?

However, Qi Yitang hasn't had time to care about what she's up to lately, so it won't be so easy for him to make a move on her.

The most important thing right now is to prepare a birthday gift for Xie Ling.

With the affairs of state busy, Xie Ling appeared to be a good emperor who devoted himself to the country and its people, and even visited the inner palace less often.

In reality, this man was a womanizer, climbing through windows and walls, having a great time. And he intentionally or unintentionally hinted to her that she would be very happy to receive a gift from the most important person on a special day.

"What special day is it, the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"I don't remember any important dates recently," Qi Yitang said, pretending not to understand.

Xie Ling wasn't angry, but the atmosphere was visibly tense, and she seemed sullen. He spent more time fussing over her in bed, and like a puppy, he chewed on her everywhere, leaving marks.

Qi Yitang was almost dying of laughter. He was supposed to be the emperor, did he have to be so childish?

She certainly hadn't forgotten such an important day.

Last year's birthday celebration for Xie Ling was a hundred times worse than I had imagined.

Fortunately, the live comments helped Qi Yitang finally realize her mistake. Now that the two are inseparable, they naturally want to prepare a birthday surprise to cover up all the unpleasantness of the past.

Yunzhu sighed, "Your Majesty, perhaps you should give up..."

Looking at the embroidered pattern on the nightgown in her hand, which resembled neither a dragon nor an insect, Qi Yitang fell silent. "..."

"Why didn't my mother hire a needlework teacher for me back then?"

Yunzhu and Yunying looked at each other, both speechless.

Are you sure it wasn't because someone wasn't invited, but rather because someone was dozing off and drooling during a needlework lesson, and the drool made a peony flower that was more lifelike than an embroidered one, which angered the female teacher so much that she ran away?

As her memories returned, Qi Yitang scratched her head somewhat awkwardly, "Hehe, I was a little hard to study when I was a kid."

Qi Yitang is really bad at needlework, it's her biggest weakness, but she does have one special skill.

That is painting.

He paints landscapes with lifelike realism, and he is especially skilled at painting figures, which are simply exquisite.

Among these, we must mention her number one hobby—painting erotic pictures.

This was also thanks to the influence of her good fourth brother, who frequented brothels.

Qi Yitang was exceptionally bad at playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and needlework, but she was exceptionally talented at painting. When she was a child, Qi Jiyun often collected portraits of handsome men and beautiful women for her, ostensibly to practice her brushstrokes.

At first, everything was normal. Later, she accidentally found a pornographic book in Qi Jiyun's study. The illustrations in the book aroused her great interest, and she began to study human anatomy.

The two were like kindred spirits meeting in a lowly, polluted place; their connection was unstoppable.

No one knows that the author of "Spring Night Secret Play in Lotus Garden," which was all the rage in Shengjing several years ago, is Qi Yitang.

Other people add a few illustrations to their erotic stories, just to make a point, but hers is entirely made up of pictures.

The book caused a sensation in the Shengjing circle. People had never seen such detailed and realistic erotic illustrations. However, since it was not a respectable book, people could only buy it secretly, look at it secretly, and exchange it in a lewd manner.

Countless old scholars were also heartbroken—

What exactly triggered this hermit named Zhenxia to go astray? If he had focused on painting seriously, he would surely have become a master.

But that doesn't stop many people from asking who Zhenxia Sanren is and when the second volume will be published.

Qi Yitang lived up to expectations and quickly followed up with a second volume.

The skills are more refined, the scenes are richer, and the relationships and emotional entanglements between the characters are more intricate, leaving a group of "students" with dark circles under their eyes and unsteady steps.

It seems he was studying late into the night, pushing himself too hard.

At this point, Zhenxia Sanren's reputation had soared.

The Seventh Prince at the time, now the Idle Prince, is Xie Yunxing, who fought with Qi Yitang in the palace and caused a scene before the Emperor. He has offered a large reward for information about Zhenxia Sanren.

They said they were like kindred spirits, like kindred spirits, and wanted to become sworn brothers to have a good exchange and learning experience.

—It could be said that the late emperor's serious illness was partly due to the anger and frustration caused by this lump of mud.

Qi Yitang naturally wouldn't pay any attention to Xie Yunxing; she still remembered the grudge from their fight years ago.

The first two volumes sold so well that Qi Yitang wanted to make some money, but the highly anticipated third volume was unexpectedly canceled.

Because her elderly mother discovered her "masterpiece," she was so angry that she almost had a stroke. Qi Yitang was also punished by being forced to kneel in the ancestral hall, and her palms were swollen from being hit.

Later, when she became a concubine, it became even more impossible; it would be an insult to her dignity.

But Qi Yitang never forgot his roots. When he felt the urge to paint, he would secretly draw two paintings and then burn them.

When consummating their marriage with Xie Ling, if it weren't for her lack of stamina, she would have had to test whether the difficult poses she had drawn before could actually be performed.

To be honest, besides painting, she doesn't really have any other outstanding talents.

It's impossible to give Xie Ling a realistic little yellow painting on his birthday, is it?

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