A few days later.
Dark clouds filled the sky above Xianyang City, and spring thunder rumbled.
The gentle breeze carried the raindrops and hit the glazed tiles on the roof of Xianyang Palace.
The sound it made was like the last wail of winter in the early spring.
Inside the palace, in a spacious and simple study room.
Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, was dressed in a dragon robe with golden patterns and a crown on his head. He sat in front of a wooden table with a bamboo slip in his hand.
His gaze was calm and there was no fluctuation in it. However, it seemed to contain endless waves that would erupt in the next second.
His face was expressionless, but he exuded the aura of an emperor.
It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them.
Beside him, Zhao Gao, who was wearing a eunuch's uniform, stood quietly and solemnly. There was no expression on his feminine face.
His triangular eyes stared at the floor quietly, as if he was waiting for the First Emperor's order.
At the foot of the steps.
"Your Majesty, there are rumors about the Ninth Prince Ying Feng going to Jiufang County.”
"It has spread throughout Xianyang City."
"The people of Old Qin are all discussing animatedly. Most of them are praising the bravery of the descendants of our imperial family.”
Dressed in a loose robe and a ceremonial crown, Li Si cupped his hands and said solemnly,"
"I've already sent the Black Ice Platform to investigate the rumors.”
"Unfortunately, the person who spread the rumors seems to have an unusual understanding of the Black Ice Platform.”
"So I didn't get anything."
"Your Majesty, should we send the Ninth Prince out now?”
"If we don't let him go, then the old Qin people will be greatly disappointed.”
" But if we go to war, with the Ninth Prince's martial arts..."
Li Si stopped.
What he meant was that the Ninth Prince might not return.
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was still looking at the bamboo slip in his hand expressionlessly.
However, there was a slight ripple in his eyes.
Now, I am not dead.
Was the royal family going to start killing each other?
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng suddenly felt a little annoyed.
However, as an emperor, he could not be swayed by emotions.
He waved his hand gently, signaling for Li Si to leave.
The room fell into a solemn silence.
Only the sound of Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng, flipping the bamboo slips occasionally could be heard.
……
The next day.
After the spring rain, the sky was clear and the sun was bright. A cool breeze blew.
The Ninth Prince's Residence.
On top of Rose Tower.
"The eastern part of the city gradually feels the scenery is good, and the ripples welcome the guests.”
"Green poplar smoke outside the morning cold light, red apricot branches are noisy in spring.”
"Life is full of regret and lack of entertainment.”
"I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.”
"Hahaha…pleasure, pleasure!”
Ying Feng was wearing a black python robe, and he was hugging Yan Lingji. He was sitting on the railing, and his golden cup was facing the sun. He looked up at the sky and chanted, laughing heartily.
Ever since Yan Lingji married into the residence, Ying Feng had been hanging out with her every day.
He hoped that Yan Lingji would get pregnant soon and give birth to a son and a daughter for him.
At this moment, hearing Ying Feng recite this poem, Yan Lingji, who was nestled in his embrace, had a strange light in her beautiful eyes.
"I was right. My husband is really a great talent. The beauty of this poem should be revealed!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Yan Lingji suddenly raised her eyebrows and covered her chest with her hands, pretending to vomit.
"Yan 'er, what's wrong?"
Ying Feng noticed something strange and revealed a concerned expression.
"Husband, it's nothing…"
Yan Lingji's face was flushed red, and her eyes flashed with shyness."
"I…I should be pregnant…"
Ying Feng's eyes widened, revealing a look of joy.
"Yan 'er, you're pregnant?"
Ying Feng couldn't help but caress Yan Lingji's smooth belly.
The strength of a peak martial grandmaster made him instantly feel that there was indeed a small life inside that was growing healthily!
Ever since he accepted Yan Lingji into the residence.
He hung out with her all day and sang with her every night.
Now, the hard work had finally borne fruit!
After ten months of pregnancy, he would be able to receive the system reward again!
"Come! Yan 'er, I'll help you rest!"
Ying Feng carefully helped Yan Lingji into the pavilion. Step by step, he walked as slowly as a baby learning to walk.
Yan Lingji couldn't help but laugh out loud at his extremely cautious appearance.
"Husband, how can you be as bold and unrestrained as you were just now?”
Ying Feng had a serious expression on his face." Furen, your husband used to be unrestrained. But now that you're pregnant, how can you be like this?"”
"Come, quickly enter the house. Don't touch the fetus in your stomach!”
With that, the two of them entered the house.
As soon as he sat down, a maid dressed in palace clothes walked in quickly and bowed.
"Your Highness, Madam."
"Someone from the palace has come to invite Your Highness to receive the edict.”
Someone from the palace?
Ying Feng raised his eyebrows.
The First Emperor had been busy with government affairs and had no time to care about him.
His mother died prematurely.
Therefore, the number of times he entered the palace since he was young could be counted on one hand.
There was probably something wrong with this person summoning him for no reason.
He had been hanging out with Yan Lingji in the Rose Pavilion for the past two days, so he didn't pay attention to the outside world.
Did something happen that he didn't know about?
"Husband, I'm fine."
"Now that someone from the palace has sent an edict, there must be something. You should go and do your work first.”
Yan Lingji said with a gentle smile.
"Alright, I'll go now. Madam, take care to rest and don't let the fetus get pregnant.”
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