In the first year of Emperor Qing of Dongling, in the early winter of October, Yonghua Palace.

"Chu Chen!" Zixi woke up in cold sweat and sat up suddenly.

In the eyes that suddenly opened, there was a look of panic that could not be faded.

"Your Majesty!" A clear and rapid footsteps sounded outside, breaking the long night of silence, "Is Your Majesty still okay?"

Two palace maids stood outside the dragon curtain and lowered their eyes in panic to ask.

As the palace maids finished speaking, nine hanging high-altitude palace lanterns lingering in the dragon pattern lit up in the bedroom, instantly illuminating the originally dim palace.

Zixi's forehead was covered with crystal clear sweat, and his peerless face was pale and colorless.

Unconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt in front of her, she slowly turned her head and stared at the strange and familiar scenery in front of her.

The palace lanterns are filled with misty and the bead curtains are heavy.

A noble and gorgeous palace with magnificent arrangement.

The purple gauze smoke and veil hanging in front of the bed swayed lightly in the wind, and two respectful figures outside the tent were reflected.

There was a disturbing silence in the bedroom.

Zixi raised his hand and looked at his white and slender jade fingers. His eyes seemed surprised and joyful, sad and painful.

The color of the eyes changed constantly, and finally turned into nothingness with the drooping eyes.

"Your Majesty..." A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded next to him, stimulating Zixi's eardrums, "What's wrong with Your Majesty?"

Hearing this voice, Zixi shivered with excitement.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a handsome but disheveled young man in his eyes. His chaotic mind instantly became clear, and Zixi's eyes gradually became cold.

Memories are poured into my mind like a tide of overwhelming seas.

In the autumn of the second year of Emperor Qing, on October 18th, the first man to serve in bed after ascending the throne... was the person in front of him.

What's his name?

"Chu Chen..." Zixi murmured like a soft voice, his bare hands unconsciously stretched to his face, and gently stroked his chin as if he was attached.

The man's delicate and beautiful outline became more and more submissive under the palace lanterns, and his eyes were full of admiration, "Your Majesty, let's go to bed."

Go to bed?

Zixi smiled calmly, touched an uneven point with his slender fingertips, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Then he quickly pointed to several key acupoints around him with his bare hands. The man was instantly stopped and could not move.

"Your Majesty?" A trace of uneasiness flashed through his eyes, and the man looked surprised and puzzled, "What did you do wrong? Tonight is our wedding night..."

Bedroom night?

What a wonderful statement.

"The wedding night candle is a saying that only ordinary couples have." Zixi smiled faintly.

In the Imperial House, this is just an ordinary sleeping service, and it is also the first night when she became a girl and turned from a woman after she ascended the throne.

Zixi's eyes were cold and she lifted up the brocade dragon-patterned quilt and slowly tidied up her slightly messy bedclothes, her tone was so calm that it made people feel uneasy, "You did nothing wrong."

The wrong person has always been her, she was fooled and could not distinguish between loyalty and treacherous, and so... she personally ruined the huge country of Dongling.

A bone-eroding sting suddenly came from my heart.
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