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Without a doubt, it will eventually come to her own attention.

It was truly a passionate encounter, a whirlwind of pleasure that lasted until I was completely exhausted and fell into a coma.

Qi Yitang shuddered at the thought, feeling her back ache and her legs go numb.

Garlic bird, garlic bird, if you don't court death, you won't die. Just keep embroidering your insect—no, your dragon.

"By the way, Yunzhu, when the time comes you..." Qi Yitang whispered in Yunzhu's ear.

Upon hearing this, Yunzhu revealed a subtle smile, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

……

At the same time, Li Fengyao and Zhou Xu'an were urgently summoned to the Imperial Study.

"Speak, my good Your Majesty, who do you intend to kill this time?" Li Fengyao, who had just finished a tricky mission and had only slept for a few hours while holding his sweet and soft wife, was full of resentment.

The other one is Zhou Xu'an, the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.

The Dali Temple was mainly responsible for trying and reviewing major criminal cases involving court officials, and Zhou Xu'an was a frequent worker who worked overtime.

Zhou Xu'an knew that the emperor would ask about Prince Gong's movements every few days, but recently he had been busy with the war in the northwest and hadn't asked for many days.

He instinctively reported, "Your Majesty, Prince Gong has broken his leg and is currently recuperating at home. Apart from his cousin visiting him frequently, there hasn't been much news about him."

Xie Jingyu's leg injury caused quite a stir in Shengjing.

It is said that he still retains his charm, which led two girls to fight over him.

There was no other reason than that more than half a month ago, when Liu Ruyan, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Anyang, went to Baohua Temple to find Xie Jingyu, she encountered him chatting happily with Zhu Xirou, and she immediately fell ill.

These two, one a principal wife and the other a concubine, entered the mansion on the same day, seemingly destined to be at odds.

Zhu Xirou was alright; she didn't have any feelings for Prince Gong and was content to just let things slide.

But Liu Ruyan is not.

She loved Xie Jingyu deeply, and couldn't even tolerate a female mosquito by her side, let alone a living woman, especially one that her beloved was about to marry into the household.

They started arguing over a single word.

Zhu Xirou explained, but Liu Ruyan wouldn't listen.

Liu Ruyan pressed Xie Jingyu to tell him who he liked and whether he valued the other person more than himself. Xie Jingyu was caught in the middle and couldn't stand it anymore. When he tried to leave, Liu Ruyan mistook him for Zhu Xirou and accidentally pushed him down.

Baohua Temple was located on a mountain with jagged rocks, and Xie Jingyu broke his leg in the fall.

People walked there and were carried back.

Li Fengyao was surprised, "Is your leg really broken?"

Previously, all the assassins they sent out only managed to give Prince Gong a few minor injuries, but now two girls have broken his leg.

These grown men are not as good as two girls—or more accurately, one girl.

Zhou Xu'an nodded. "Furthermore, regarding the previous smuggling case, I have already apprehended the main culprit and interrogated him..."

The two men immediately began reporting on official business. Xie Ling, already annoyed, raised his hand to stop them, saying, "I summoned you here because of private matters."

"Private matters?" Li Fengyao was mostly awake now. "Is it about the Imperial Concubine?"

It must be said that Li Fengyao's guess was quite accurate, given that he was a close friend of the emperor.

The emperor offered seats to the three of them, and they sat around one of them. "This has nothing to do with Tangtang," he said. "I'm asking you, what do your wives usually give you on your birthdays?"

Li Fengyao raised an eyebrow. "Is Your Majesty sure you want to hear this?"

Xie Ling looked up, his meaning clear—get to the point.

Li Fengyao drew out his words, "I am a common man and do not care about such formalities. So I made an agreement with my wife that every year on my birthday, I will not send her any gifts. All she needs to do is wear her wedding dress from that year and relive the feeling of entering the bridal chamber."

"The experience before and after marriage is quite different."

Of course, if she doesn't prepare a surprise for her birthday, she won't even have a place to sleep on the floor.

Xie Ling's lips curled downwards slightly.

Zhou Xu'an coughed lightly, "Wenlong, be careful what you say in front of His Majesty."

Li Fengyao shrugged, "Your Majesty, I didn't want to say, but you insisted on asking."

Zhou Xu'an was much calmer and more reserved, which made him seem much more normal. "I am not good at romance. I am usually busy with official duties. Every year on my birthday, my wife will force me to take a day off and rest at home. She will personally make longevity noodles for me to eat."

Couples don't necessarily need to constantly pursue romance; ordinary companionship is also a form of happiness.

Xie Ling was the one who asked the question, but after hearing the two answers, she didn't seem very satisfied.

Instead, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "I have a friend. If... Madam forgets his birthday and makes no gesture, what does that signify?"

Li Fengyao and Zhou Xu'an exchanged a glance—well, the case is solved.

It must be because his beloved concubine didn't prepare a birthday gift for him, which made him feel upset, resentful, and unbalanced.

Make friends out of nothing.

"That proves that this man's wife doesn't care about him." Li Fengyao deliberately poked at someone's sore spot. "He only has one birthday a year, such an important day, how could he forget that? If he cared even a little, he wouldn't have done that."

Li Degui, who came over to add wine, let out a sharp, explosive sound, wishing he could cover Li Fengyao's mouth.

Is this something that can be said?

Even if he's His Majesty's friend, shouldn't he have some boundaries? Does he even want to keep his head?

"What did you say?" Xie Ling's face darkened as expected, and her eyes flashed out like daggers.

Li Fengyao looked completely innocent. "I was merely stating the facts. Birthdays are fixed dates. If a wife cares about her husband, she would surely start preparing well in advance. How could she have forgotten?"

He paused, then flashed a sly smile. "He's just a friend, why is Your Majesty so agitated?"

"..." Xie Ling's face darkened.

Li Fengyao added, "Speaking of which, His Majesty's birthday is approaching. The Imperial Concubine will certainly take it seriously and will not allow His Majesty to be reduced to the same level as his friends."

"That's natural."

In front of outsiders, Xie Ling would never embarrass Qi Yitang, so he said without changing his expression, "I was just saying it casually. The couple is usually very affectionate and full of surprises. What's the big deal if they forget a birthday?"

—Anyway, his birth wasn't something anyone was looking forward to, not even his own mother cared about it, so it really wasn't a day worth celebrating.

—Besides, he and Tangtang had a falling out last year, which almost led to a serious mistake. Tangtang is very vengeful and loves to bring up old grievances, so it's understandable that he's been angry for a year.

It was his fault.

Xie Ling decided that instead of passively waiting for gifts, she should take the initiative to make amends.

And just like that, this love-struck person managed to soothe themselves.

Then, looking coldly at Li Fengyao, she said, "Are you perhaps too idle to do this, so you're deliberately trying to sow discord between them?"

Li Fengyao was utterly astonished. "I'm innocent! I'm so busy I barely have time to spare, how could I possibly have time to sow discord?"

Just as he was about to recount his hard work over the years and clear his name, Li Degui came in to report, "Your Majesty, Yunying, the concubine of the Imperial Concubine, requests an audience."