Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 445 Talking about Marriage
As winter fades and spring arrives, the temperature gradually warms up as the year draws to a close, and lush green buds sprout on the branches. The capital city becomes increasingly lively, with guests arriving and departing like snowflakes drifting into the city.

Red lanterns still hang in the streets and alleys, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year has not yet faded.

Taking advantage of the festive atmosphere, the envoy, dressed in red and with a solemn expression, rode a tall horse with palace guards standing by his side. He arrived at Bailu Square. The early spring breeze blew, making the red rope bells on the horse's neck tinkle.

Jingle Bell--

The envoy, holding the imperial edict, traversed the crowded square, and amidst the bewildered or awe-inspiring gazes of the passersby, reached the high platform. He spoke softly, his voice ringing out:

"The Emperor Fengtian Chengyun issued an edict:
I have heard that Heaven is strong and Earth is harmonious, each in its proper place; Heaven favors the mandate of Heaven, and reforms and innovations are established. Marquis Zhao Wumian, possessing the essence of mountains and rivers and the brightness of the sun and moon, has virtue sufficient to set an example for all nations and talent worthy to praise the emperor.

Now, in accordance with the mandate of Heaven, and following ancient precedents, I hereby bestow upon you the purple ribbon and golden seal, appointing you as Imperial Consort, to share the imperial regalia and serve in the seven ancestral temples, your rank second only to mine. In the second month of the first year of Guichan, as spring began to sprout, and in the same month of the following year, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the date for our grand wedding was set. The wedding ceremony was performed, and the news was proclaimed to Heaven, Earth, and the ancestral temples.

The proclamation will be known far and wide, and will forever serve as a Yi classic.

Admire this! "

Bailu Square, which was originally bustling with people, fell silent for a moment, then immediately became noisy and boisterous.

"The Emperor intends to make Marquis Weiming his empress in February..."

"It should have been done long ago, it should have been done long ago."

"The emperor has no son, and the foundation of the state has not been established. Logically, he should have already taken a wife and had a son. However, he has been delaying for a year, and not a single young talent in the capital dares to volunteer to enter the palace for the imperial concubine selection... Who doesn't know that it's because Marquis Weiming is standing in the way?"

The private affair between Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye, whether in the court or among the common people; it was already common knowledge and no one dared to speak out.

The imperial court only issued the edict at this time, which made the people on the streets feel that it was too slow... Logically speaking, they should have welcomed the new emperor back when Luo Chaoyan ascended the throne.

Not to mention the common people, even Luo Chaoyan herself regretted it... At that time, Luo Chaoyan was too shy. She had just become the emperor and still had the mindset of an ordinary girl next door. She was thin-skinned and soft-hearted, so how could she dare to mention this matter to Zhao Wumian?

She felt that with the world newly settled, she and Zhao Wumian had plenty of time to fall in love, so there was no rush at all.

Unexpectedly, while she was still thinking about taking things slowly with her lover, the other girls were all women of the martial arts world, who dared to love and hate, and seized the opportunity to get together with Zhao Wumian.

If this continues, Zhao Wumian might already be pregnant...

Fortunately, although the process was slow, she was the first to have a title... Thinking of this, the Empress of Dali could not help but hold her head high and puff out her chest when she went to court, her heart filled with joy.

These days, I've been enjoying my leisure time. I watched as Yun Shu and Su Qing Qi went for a stroll in the streets. They sat in a teahouse room, drinking spring tea and eating snacks. Listening to the noises on the street, I pushed open the window and glanced at the red-clad envoy.

Su Qingqi's eyebrows twitched slightly in surprise, "Chen Yu? The Emperor is quite thoughtful..."

"Hmm?" Guan Yunshu looked up at her.

As a young lady from a prominent family, Su Qingqi was relatively familiar with such etiquette. Holding the teacup with both hands, she explained:

"Logically, you should become the Empress when you enter the palace, but the title 'Empress' means the Emperor's principal wife, which is obviously not appropriate for your status... Although it can be used, the Emperor is probably afraid that you will not like it, so he changed the title."

"A hundred years ago, Empress Wukong welcomed the Empress together, using the simple term 'Huangpei' to simply mean the emperor's spouse. But today's emperor has created the term 'Chenyu'..."

Su Qingqi hesitated for a moment before continuing:

“‘Chen’ refers to the residence of the emperor and is the name of the Son of Heaven. ‘Yu’ means to govern and also to serve. Calling you ‘Chen Yu’ is both imperial and noble, and it doesn’t use any girlish terms like ‘Empress’ or ‘Consort’. You will surely like it.”

Guan Yunshu sipped her tea and said:
“He doesn’t care about these external titles.”

"He may not care, but the emperor still wants to consider his needs."

Su Qingqi put down her teacup, propped her cheek up, and gazed into the depths of the palace with her almond-shaped eyes. Having a close relationship with Luo Chaoyan, she was genuinely happy for her. She said lightly, "..."
"The title is indeed a trivial matter. The most important thing now is that they have achieved their goal. We can't relax too much these days, lest some uninvited guests come and cause trouble."

Guan Yunshu held the teacup in both hands, steam rising from it, and asked curiously, "Didn't you ever think of taking this opportunity to have him marry you as well?"

Su Qingqi shook her head repeatedly, "That won't do. This marriage is the Emperor's marriage. If we go and join in the fun, wouldn't that be usurping the Emperor's place? ... If you really want to join the family, you should at least wait a few months. Otherwise, you'll be completely trampling on the Emperor's dignity, and it will also show that you don't respect the Emperor."

"Don't you have any selfish motives?"

“Of course I do… but your virtue is far more important than my little selfish desires,” Su Qingqi always said.

After a moment's consideration, Guan Yunshu realized that, given her personality, she would definitely not be willing to let Luo Chaoyan marry Zhao Wumian without her being a part of the marriage.

But what Su Qingqi said wasn't entirely unreasonable...

Zhao Wumian's character is far more important than the petty thoughts of these young women.

Luo Chaoyan has given almost everything to Zhao Wumian, and she would not hesitate even if he wanted the empire.

If they still want to interfere in such a major life event, not to mention how wronged Luo Chaoyan would feel, Zhao Wumian's actions alone would make him look like a heartless scoundrel who has betrayed Luo Chaoyan's feelings.

Of course this won't work.

Zhao Wumian's martial arts skills are already among the best in the martial arts world, and he can be said to have absolute power in the imperial court, but these are only external achievements... His inner character and integrity must also be of the highest quality.

Although Guan Yunshu and Su Qingqi did not marry Zhao Wumian, it was perfectly acceptable for them to refer to themselves as "Madam Zhao," since "Madam" meant the bride.

The bride, the bride... naturally should take on some of the duties of disciplining Zhao Wumian in his place as his mother.

Thinking of this, Guan Yunshu lost all thoughts of jealousy and rivalry among young women, and instead said:

"Although we think so, Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Zhaoyan are like oil and water, and I'm afraid it won't be so easy for them to get married."

When talking about her master, Su Qingqi shook her head slightly and then smiled.

"Even though they are like fire and water, how could Master be unable to distinguish right from wrong? She values ​​the young master's conduct and moral character far more than we do."

"Hmm..." Guan Yunshu responded casually, not knowing much about Xiao Yuanmu's situation, and not wanting to make any unwarranted comments.

But she knew the bond between Xiao Yuanmu and Zhao Wumian, and if Zhao Wumian truly didn't want something, then she would definitely not go against his wishes.

Otherwise, back when Luo Chaoyan came to Zeng Lengyue to catch them in adultery, Xiao Yuanmu should have chopped off her head, causing chaos in the world and paving the way for a rebellion.

The two women chatted casually about Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan's marriage, without any sour feelings. After eating and drinking their fill, they rode their horses through the streets, thinking about buying some small gifts for Luo Chaoyan to celebrate.

The ancient banyan river glistens in the morning light, with tourists coming and going in small boats.

Qingyan, once the most beautiful courtesan in the capital, has been summoned to the palace for training as a "test-up beauty."

There are indeed many rules in the palace, but Qingyan has been following Zhao Wumian all the way in the capital since she was nine years old. She has liked the young master for half her life, and now that she finally has a chance, she cherishes it very much. She went to the palace early in the morning, and she probably won't be able to come back for at least ten days or half a month.

Zhao Wumian had no objection to Qingyan, the little maid who had followed him since he was ten years old; he just felt that this action was a bit hasty towards her.

Qingyan, and even the other girls, all regarded her as a bed warmer, but Zhao Wumian clearly did not think so.

But when he saw Qingyan's excited expression, so much so that he couldn't sleep all night, he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

He is currently at Jinxiufang, measuring his waist and body shape to have his wedding dress custom-made.

As his martial arts skills improved, his physique naturally changed as well.

In the cold moonlight, Xiao Lengyue sought out Xiao Yuanmu and spoke with her... Her words were exactly the same as Su Qingqi's, gently advising Xiao Yuanmu not to become an obstacle at this time.

Su Qingqi and Guan Yunshu only saw themselves as brides, but Xiao Lengyue was the 'real mother' and naturally considered things more than these young girls.

The two leaders of Tai Xuan Palace and the imperial court have shared countless meals together in harmony, and are no longer as hostile as before.

If they were to cause a scene in the capital due to a momentary emotional outburst and end up on bad terms, Luo Chaoyan would probably hold a grudge against them.

Xiao Lengyue didn't care how much Luo Chaoyan resented him, but Zhao Wumian, caught in the middle, would surely still be unable to sleep day and night.

Surely it can't be that Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Chaoyan have to fight to the death, with one of them buried in the ground, before it's considered acceptable?

They're not little kids, how could they let things escalate to the worst possible outcome... Only someone with a mental illness would be so emotional.

When Xiao Lengyue first learned that Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan had feelings for each other, she generously told him not to care about Tai Xuan Palace. Now, it's the same. In the end, it's just a thought.

Zhao Wumian is more important than Fan Li Fuchen... People in the martial arts world live a precarious life, and people always say that no one in the martial arts world talks about love, but since there is affection, then we should cherish the person in front of us even more.

The same is true today.

But how could Xiao Yuanmu not be angry? His childhood sweetheart was marrying the emperor; it would be strange if he wasn't angry.

Therefore, it was not appropriate for Zhao Wumian to persuade Xiao Yuanmu. That's why Xiao Lengyue took it upon herself to talk to Yuanmu more often in the coming days.

"A title is important in some ways, but it's not really a big deal either. Not just you, but even my aunt and the current Empress Dowager, with our status, we probably won't get a title in this lifetime. But we still live easy and happy lives. Why?"

"In the world of martial arts, being able to live a peaceful and harmonious life with someone you love is already a great blessing. Why bother with a so-called title? Besides, Wumian has been making great achievements everywhere in order to marry us openly and legitimately. As you know, he will surely marry us into the family as an 'Empress' in the future..."

"Think about it carefully. In the end, doesn't this still ruin Luo Chaoyan's reputation? No matter how high Wumian's martial arts skills are or how great her achievements are, the current emperor has become a man's concubine. She will still be talked about by the world."

"But I know Luo Chaoyan's personality well after spending so much time with her. She won't mind Wumian marrying us, and she might even help him make it happen... She's not afraid of being talked about, she's just always thinking about Wumian."

"If she is so upright and virtuous, wouldn't it make us the difference between gentlemen and petty people, and make us look like ignorant, narrow-minded fools..."

Inside the room, Xiao Lengyue sat to one side, clutching a handkerchief, and kept babbling to Xiao Yuanmu, giving him a headache.

"Alright, alright, why are you telling me all this? Do you think I'm really going to storm the capital and snatch the bride right there?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand repeatedly, responding helplessly.

Xiao Lengyue blinked, considered for a moment, and then asked suspiciously, "You don't know how?"

"?" Xiao Yuanmu looked at her in confusion. The mother and daughter looked at each other for a while before Xiao Yuanmu said blankly, "Do you think I'm stupid? If you really do that, with Luo Chaoyan's health, she'll probably faint on the spot... Even if Zhao Wumian has a good temper, he'll still get angry."

Xiao Lengyue twirled the handkerchief between her fingers, letting out a barely perceptible sigh of relief before muttering to herself:
"Then why did you say you were determined to make a scene and not let Luo Chaoyan get her way so easily..."

"I never intended to go to such extremes."

"Then you want to..."

The mother and daughter chatted incessantly inside the house, while far away in the imperial city, in the Ziqing Palace, Zi Yi sat in front of the alchemy furnace, studying the formulas for immortal pills with a focused expression.

Tap tap tap————

Footsteps sounded behind him. Turning around, he saw Luo Chaoyan wearing a dragon robe. She had obviously just finished the morning court session and hadn't had lunch yet before arriving here.

Her little face was flushed, still carrying a hint of excitement.

Zi Yi knew why she was so excited, and her eyebrows curved slightly with a smile, "So happy... are you all ready?"

"We started preparing last autumn, and now we can only wait for the appointed day..."

Luo Chaoyan answered casually, then lifted the hem of her dragon robe and quickly stepped forward. Reaching the purple-clad woman, she couldn't help but grasp her sleeves and whisper:
“My mother died early, and I had little affection for my father, the Emperor. Besides, he has already passed away, so when I got married…”

When Luo Chaoyan was ten years old, she went to Guixuan Valley and became a disciple of Ziyi. Ziyi had watched Luo Chaoyan grow up and knew what she wanted to say. She smiled slightly and said:
"I understand. When we are about to have our wedding ceremony, I will sit with the Empress Dowager."

Zi Yi and Luo Chaoyan are like mother and daughter, and Zi Yi is also the emperor's tutor. It is only reasonable for Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan to pay their respects to their "parents".

The thought of Zhao Wumian kneeling and offering tea before her stirred up a surge of emotions in Ziyi.

Zhao Wumian, you've finally met your match?

As Zi Yi was imagining the scene of Zhao Wumian serving her tea, she suddenly heard Luo Chaoyan say:
“No, what I mean is, Master will marry him along with me.”

The smile on the woman in purple's face suddenly vanished, her body stiffening on the spot, her beautiful eyes widening slightly, "What did you say?"

Luo Chaoyan held onto the sleeves of her purple dress with both hands and said softly:

“I am aware of my master’s affair with him. I may not have the magnanimity to allow other women to join me in the sect that day, but if it were my master, then of course it would be fine.”

We've been ruined by him in this life, but thinking about it carefully, is there any man in the world better than him? Even if there is, I only like him, and I'm sure Master feels the same way..."

Luo Chaoyan paused for a moment, then continued, "Since that's the case, why don't we both marry him? That would fulfill Master's wish..." Luo Chaoyan didn't have many other thoughts; she was only thinking about Ziyi... Xiao Yuanmu and Xiao Lengyue could understand and help each other, so how could Luo Chaoyan's feelings for Ziyi have faded?
In addition... in front of Zhao Wumian, the young emperor never regarded herself as an emperor. She still had the mindset of a girl next door. She was a little shy about marrying Zhao Wumian directly. It would be even better if she could find her master to accompany her.

As for the question of who is older or younger, it is obviously not within Luo Chaoyan's consideration... The concepts of senior wife and junior wife are products of her bickering and arguing with Xiao Yuanmu. When facing her master, who is like a mother to her, she naturally does not need to care about these things.

The woman in purple blushed without her noticing, her pink lips parted and closed, her thin, moist lips trembling as she murmured, never expecting that this matter would involve her.

She immediately wanted to shake her head and refuse, as she was not mentally prepared at all.

Yet, she couldn't help but subconsciously touch a strand of black hair on her shoulder, unable to utter a word of refusal for a long time. After hesitating for quite a while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"You are the emperor, and you are marrying the empress, yet you also bring your teacher with you in the marriage. Wouldn't that just invite gossip from the world?"

"So what? It's nothing more than a joke to be told over tea or dinner. It's not like I want to be a traitor, nor is it an insult to him..." Luo Chaoyan replied softly, not caring at all.

If she truly cared, she wouldn't have insisted on bestowing the title of Marquis upon Zhao Wumian, keeping him in the capital, and subjecting herself to the infamy of 'murdering her brother and lacking virtue'.

Luo Chaoyan didn't care, but Ziyi couldn't act recklessly.

She immediately shook her head, how could she let Luo Chaoyan become a laughing stock for her own selfish desires?

But the more unwilling she was, the more insistent Luo Chaoyan became... She always felt that if she didn't give her a push, her master would probably fall further and further down the social ladder and really become a nobody.

If this drags on any longer, even that foreign woman from the Western Regions might eventually catch up to the top.

Zi Yi must have wanted to as well, so the master and disciple chatted for a long time in the Zi Qing Palace before finally making a decision.

She didn't show her face in purple during the wedding, but in the bridal chamber, she wore a phoenix coronet and a red veil, waiting patiently in another room.

He would come to find her again after Zhao Wumian had spent the first half of the night in the bridal chamber with Luo Chaoyan.

Although it was not very formal according to the rules, what woman in the world could interfere in the current empress's marriage?
Although it was not formal, it was more grand than any other wedding in the world.

The only flaw... is that Luo Chaoyan naively believed that with her physique, she could withstand the first half of the night at Zhao Wumian's hands...

After Luo Chaoyan left, Zi Yi remained alone in the hall, still clutching the pill formula in her hand, but her eyes were unfocused, her mind not on it at all.

She touched the black hair on her shoulder, and gradually, a pale color, as if it had lost all its color, could be seen from within.

A strand of white hair was mixed in with the black hair.

Zi Yi didn't know how much longer she could live, which was why she cherished this opportunity all the more.

She tossed aside the elixir recipe as if it were trash, and instead took out the Heavenly Profound Dust that she had stolen from the Mingdu treasury... She had to refine the Heavenly Profound Pill quickly, otherwise she wouldn't even have the ability to consummate the marriage.

Zi Yi sighed inwardly, muttering to herself.

Her mother didn't know how she found so many poisonous pills and venomous substances, which made her into a poisonous body that even Zhao Wumian dared not touch.

However, in Zi Yi's memory, although she often took poison baths when she was a child, she never saw her mother release any poisons such as the Cold Jade Gu or the Nine Li Gu.

Perhaps she is the true innate body of ten thousand poisons, while Zhao Wumian's can only be considered acquired...

After some deliberation, Zi Yi began to light a fire and refine pills. In a month, she had more than enough time to refine the Heavenly Profound Pill.

The master and apprentice clearly intended to marry Zhao Wumian together, but they completely forgot about him at this moment. Such an important matter should have been discussed with him, the official.

But Ziyi and Luo Chaoyan want to marry him, so they don't need to consider his opinion at all... They want to marry him, they want to marry him, hmph.

He will definitely marry her.

Earlier, Zhao Wumian had just returned from Jinxiufang, carrying a brocade box in his arms, looking very satisfied.

The ladies of Jinxiufang are all incredibly skillful. After not seeing them for so long, they've even managed to create flesh-colored stockings in addition to black and white stockings... They can even apply what they've learned to other situations. The ladies of Jinxiufang deserve a reward.

Enter the palace and let the emperor try it on...

While Zhao Wumian was pondering, he passed by the market and bought some hairpins, rouge and other trinkets. It was just a casual purchase; he wanted to buy some small gifts for the girl he liked.

He entered the palace openly and without needing to announce his arrival. Before he could even look for Luo Chaoyan, the Empress Dowager's personal maid, Lian Xue, beckoned to him.

"My lord, the Empress has invited you to Kunning Palace for a chat..."

Zhao Wumian sat in the palanquin beside Lian Xue, passing by the magnificent palace walls, and asked softly, "Where is the Emperor?"

"Reporting to the Marquis, after the morning court session, His Majesty went to the Ziqing Palace to discuss something with the Imperial Tutor..."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly. The emperor is not yet twenty years old this year. Now that he is getting married, it is impossible for him not to be nervous. It is normal for him to talk to the empress dowager or Ziyi.

"Where's Xiaoyan?"

"Homura?"

"They are the young ladies who entered the palace this morning."

"Oh, she's studying at the brothel... Would Your Excellency like to go see her?"

"Let's go to the Empress Dowager's place first."

……

"Your Majesty, Marquis Weiming has arrived."

"Let him in."

A moment later, the palanquin stopped in front of Kunning Palace. Zhao Wumian walked quickly across the covered walkway with ease, and amidst the announcements of the palace maids in front of the hall, he pushed open the door and entered the Empress Dowager's bedroom, which was just like his own home.

There were no palace maids standing in the hall. The luxurious deep red carpet, screen, dressing table, small table and tea tray were neatly arranged.

Fruits, snacks, hot tea, and treats were laid out on a small table. The Empress Dowager and the Mu Li'er sisters sat cross-legged, chatting about Zhao Wumian.

As Zhao Wumian walked in, the Empress Dowager looked up, beckoned to him, and patted the side of her, saying, "Lord Marquis, please sit here."

Although it was early spring, the weather had not yet fully warmed up and still carried a bit of chill. A luxurious blanket hung down from the edge of the small table like tassels, with a brazier inside. The Empress Dowager and Mu Li'er had both taken off their embroidered shoes, wearing only white socks, and put their legs inside to keep warm.

Zhao Wumian sat down to one side. There were no outsiders in the hall, and he didn't care much about etiquette. He placed the brocade box on the small table, cracked some melon seeds, and asked curiously:

"What are you talking about?"

The Empress Dowager sighed softly, propping her cheek up. "Isn't it all because of you... How am I supposed to tell the Emperor about my affair with the Marquis in the harem?"

Mu Li'er, holding her teacup, rolled her eyes adorably. "Who told you to be unable to bear the loneliness and let sleeplessness bewitch you?"

The Empress Dowager didn't like hearing this. "What? You haven't been bewitched by your disciple? Look at the end of the year, even though the master was clinging to his disciple so tightly, he wouldn't budge an inch..."

"Hehe, the current Empress Dowager never touches the ground, she's just a plaything, tossed around by Marquis Weiming."

The two sisters revealed each other's secrets, which made Zhao Wumian feel a little helpless, so she tucked her legs under the blanket as well.

"Let's talk about how to help the Empress Dowager expose this... It's not a solution to keep it from Chaoyan any longer; I've long felt guilty towards her..."

"I am no different..." The Empress Dowager began to sigh again, it was rare to see her so distressed.

Mu Li'er peeled an orange, divided the flesh in half, and put it into Zhao Wumian's hand before saying:

"Even if you summon me, there's nothing I can do. It's best to tell the truth and avoid playing tricks. After all, this was originally your fault as the Empress Dowager. Be honest and straightforward. The Emperor is gentle by nature. He'll be sullen for a few days, but that should pass."

The Empress Dowager sighed again; this was the only way... Although she could shift all the blame to Zhao Wumian, saying that Marquis Weiming was audacious enough to enter the palace to steal women and illicit affairs...

But the Empress Dowager was obviously not so shameless as to leave everything to Zhao Wumian.

The Empress Dowager opened her pink lips to Zhao Wumian, "My lord, I want to eat an orange..."

Zhao Wumian broke the fruit apart and fed it to the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager smiled sweetly.

Mu Li'er looked at the two of them, considered for a moment, and then continued, "However, when the Emperor is angry, you obviously cannot do anything intimate with Wumian, otherwise it would be adding fuel to the fire."

The Empress Dowager's smile immediately froze. "Then, what about adultery? With your superb martial arts skills, it's not like this is the first time I've had an affair with you..."

"You're quite proud of yourself." Mu Li'er snorted lightly, "After Wumian and Chaoyan get married, they'll be so affectionate that Wumian will have to serve them every night. How could it be your turn?"

The Empress Dowager immediately became anxious, "I also want to be affectionate with the Marquis."

"Let's wait until the anger subsides."

When will you calm down?

"Are you stupid? Who knows? It all depends on Chaoyan's mood. Maybe in a few days, maybe in a month or two."

The Empress Dowager's beautiful face immediately turned bitter like a little girl's, her chin resting on the small table, secretly distressed.

Zhao Wumian found it adorable and smiled slightly, "We'll just have to endure it for a few more days. Master is right. We've already wronged Chaoyan, so we shouldn't make any excuses..."

The Empress Dowager propped her cheek on her hand, pouted her lips, and said with dissatisfaction.

"Then before the Marquis marries the Emperor... you must come to Kunning Palace to keep me company every night."

Li'er rolled her eyes again and ignored her words.

"If Your Highness comes to have menstruation..."

"It doesn't matter if something happens." The Empress Dowager snorted lightly, then suddenly turned around, glanced back, and gave a suggestive smile.

"It's not like the Marquis hasn't tried it before..."

Mu Li'er couldn't stand it anymore and started looking for trouble. She casually opened Zhao Wumian's brocade box, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh? Jinxiufang's new trousers?"

"Huh? Why is it... transparent?" The Empress Dowager looked over curiously, then paused slightly, looked at Zhao Wumian, and suddenly smiled, her eyes full of charm.

"How about I wear this for the Marquis?"

A soft rustling sound —

Before a reply could be heard, the soft sound of fabric rubbing against skin could be heard inside the Kunning Palace.

Then came a tearing sound, followed by a faint groan of pain.

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It's not a serious illness, just a herpes infection.

To be honest, this was the first time Qiu Guan had ever gone to the hospital for medical treatment.

I have been in good health for over 20 years.

The doctor said it was a viral infection, and also a weakened immune system caused by staying up late.

After finishing this book, Qiu Guan will need to take good care of his health.

Book lovers, please also pay more attention to your health.

(End of this chapter)