When he was extremely hungry, he stewed other people's firewood, and his legs were almost broken by members of that family.

All the mistakes she made, he had to bear with her in the end.

But one time later, when she was about to die, he suddenly disappeared.

There has been no further news from him since.

But now, they refused to acknowledge her, and she had no choice but to be obedient.

After all, he is now the emperor, and she is just a concubine with no title.

He had no choice but to step aside obediently and stand watching Fu Ningyuan enjoy a table of delicious food.

She didn't know whether Fu Ningyuan was hungry or not, but she only knew that the man ate a lot.

While he was eating, he would glance at that flower-like face from the corner of his eye from time to time.

I feel very happy in my heart. I haven't felt this good in a long time.

The undercurrent that had been dormant for a long time seemed to be flowing in his blood, and he had almost forgotten this feeling.

Hua Xiangrong stared at him, scolding him a thousand times in her heart.

He did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose. This man is a real dog.

Otherwise, why would the majestic Emperor Tianqi have to fight against her?

After suffering for an hour, Fu Ningyuan finally finished eating and ordered the tables to be cleared.

He was so stunned that he didn't even give Hua Xiangrong a bite to eat. Hua Xiangrong had the urge to crush him to ashes.

In the afternoon, in Fu Jiuchen's room.

There are gauze curtains and a gilt beast cauldron burning with fine ambergris.

Qi Lan stayed by Fu Jiuchen's bed, refusing to leave even a step.

Seeing that her son was still not improving at all, her heart tugged.

The imperial doctor's words made her bones feel panic.

In the morning, the best imperial doctor in the palace followed them into the Nine Princes' Mansion.

Although Fu Jiuchen woke up last night, his body still showed no improvement.

After listening to the sorcerer's words, he married a woman who was born in the year of Mao, month of Mao, day of Mao, and came to celebrate the wedding.

But I never thought that I woke up just for a moment last night and returned to this state. Is there something wrong?

When I sent people to look for the warlock again, they couldn't find him.

A maid came in and said, "Excuse me, concubine, the ninth princess has been brought here."

"Let her come in." Qi Lan frowned slightly and let go of Fu Jiuchen's hand.

He turned his head and glanced at the door, then looked at his son on the bed.

Until Hua Xiangrong came in and knelt on the ground to greet her, she didn't even look at her.

In her heart, what she cared about most was her son. If this happy person really brought good luck to the palace and saved her son, that would be great.

On the contrary, if not, she is nothing.

Hua Xiangrong raised her eyes and glanced at Qi Lan. Although she was wearing plain clothes and her face was a little pale, she had an indescribable aura.

It makes people feel intimidated even if they take a second look.

The maid next to her brought a hand warmer to Qi Lan and said, "Princess, you are born with a cold body. Please warm your hands with a hand warmer."

Qi Lan took the hand warmer and did not put the hand warmer into his arms. Instead, he stuffed the hand warmer into Fu Ningyuan's quilt.

Even though there were two big fire pots burning in the house, she could feel that her son's hands were still very cold.

After a long time, I finally saw the existence of Hua Xiangrong.

"Ninth Princess, come here." There was a stiff command in her tone.
Chapter completed!