The craftsmanship of the cooks in the palace is naturally good, but I just

remembered the phrase "staying in the palace" so I didn't know how to eat it.

I just used it indiscriminately and lost my appetite.\nTing Qijian looked towards Kuang Xiqing, but when she saw that she was also

looking at me meaningfully, I couldn't help but feel shocked.\nShe just listened to her with a soft smile: "How has Han'er's disease changed

so much... the favorite food and drink in the past, but never touched it.

Could it be that even your preferences have changed?"\n"Emperor Sister is too worried... I just don't have an appetite." I took a

bowl of soup and sipped slowly, and I barely smiled, not daring to look at

her.\n"I was negligent, Han'er, you have recovered from a serious illness. It is

time to be more restrained." She licked her lips, but she also put down the

dishes, stopped eating, and waved her hand to let the attendants behind her

take things away.\n"Emperor Sister, are you... full?" I watched her carelessly take the tea cup

and rinse her mouth, smiling brightly-if I remember correctly, she only ate a

few mouthfuls, according to The appetite of an adult woman, especially in

Dawu, who has a stronger physique, is definitely not enough to be full.\n"Since Han'er has no appetite, I will accompany you." She waved away the

female officer who was frowning behind her as if she wanted to admonish, took

my hand out of the penthouse, and came to the main hall in the middle. There

are a few memorials left to be reviewed, and I will be sober on an empty

stomach."\n——She meant to share the joys and sorrows with me and hungry with me?\nThis is not a sweet talk, nor a thrilling catastrophe of life and death. It is

just a simple sentence "I will accompany you", but it really made me feel

moved.\nAlthough, I feel that I am still more moved by the emotional control of Kuang

Xihan's body; I really don't know what kind of complicated feelings she has

for her sister.\nThe only thing I can be sure of is: this kind of affection has become a deadly

obsession, and it has affected my judgment.\n...But, the memorial?\nI remember that Kwong Xihan is a powerful prince who has the right to

participate in the decision-making of the government. For the emperor Kwong

Xiqing, it is a real threat. It shouldn’t happen to let me be within three

feet of myself, not to mention that she allowed me to enter. The main hall for

dealing with political affairs-is Kwong Xihan too harmless to her, so she

doesn't need to be wary, or is this another temptation?\nTo say that this is Kuang Xiqing's trust... Oh, I'm not naive enough to think

that there can be unreserved trust under the imperial power, even between my

sisters.\nIf it does, it belongs to Kuang Xihan—not me.\nShe took me to sit down together in the spacious grand teacher's chair that

could hold two more of me, and pointed to the inkstone on one side: "Grinding

for me."\nI nodded silently, wondering how to grind out the smooth and rich ink, but

Kuang Xiqing indifferently flipped through the several booklets on the table

and didn’t mean to write. I couldn’t help thinking: she probably did it for

Let me do something so that I don't get bored, so I just ordered it casually.\nUnconsciously thinking, the line of sight involuntarily glided from the warm

inkstone over her sculpted side face--according to the local aesthetics of

Dawu country, Kuang Xiqing’s facial features are a perfect blend of the

gentleness of men and the brilliance and beauty of women. Not Jiao, gentle,

just a silhouette is beautiful enough to make people yearn for.\nAs an emperor, she should be cold and decisive. However, after just a few

hours of getting along, I only felt her tenderness and closeness as a sister.

What made me more difficult to understand was the legacy of Kuang Xihan. In

one of the few memories, this seems to be the normal way for the two to get

along.\nThat is to say, in Kuang Xihan's mind, this emperor sister is not as

deliberately as Yan Ke said, but the relatives she relies on

wholeheartedly...Perhaps, it is not just as simple as family affection.\nShe seemed to feel the gaze that I focused on her face, Kuang Xiqing turned

her face slightly, glanced at me with a smile, and smoothly threw the memorial

I was looking at before my eyes. The emotions in the deep black eyes were

difficult to distinguish: "These people are getting bolder... Han'er might as

well take a look."\nWith a sound of "pop", I was startled by the sound of the memorial being

photographed on the table, and the moment my eyes met those black eyes, I

immediately moved away-even I can't tell the panic that resembled a guilty

conscience at that moment. It was because of what-she opened the memorial with

the red cover to follow her meaning.\n...Fu begging and furious, collecting literary and military honors, and

rigorously instructed by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, according to the

law of the country, the minister is dead and immortal.\nWell, from the end, this is a melodrama of impeaching someone.\n..All this reversal is clearly visible to people's eyes and ears, but the inner

court fears misfortune but does not dare to speak, and the outer court is

dumbfounded and does not dare to play.\nHey, looking forward, this melodrama lists more than a dozen crimes, and it is

said to be the best, it seems that the impeached person is a heinous person.\n...... The sage is in the imperial court, there are unscrupulous, turbulent

and chaotic, such as the emperor's younger sister dominates the king.\nHey, the label at the beginning is familiar; I remember, Kwong Xihan's title

seems to be King Ling.\nIn that case, the memorial that Kwong Xiqing showed me was actually impeaching

me?\nWhat does she mean?\nWarning, or a means of wooing?\nI closed the melodies and silently put them back on the top of the stack of

stacks beside her, looking up at her, trying to see a little clue from her

expression.\nShe took out the memorial along with several other books, and threw them aside

at random. She gave me a smirk and looked at me, seemingly a little bit

puzzled: "I was surprised, Han'er was not angry. If it were the past, I've

been pestering me for a long time to copy these performers and ask them to cut

off their homes. Why are they so good today? Could it be that I was seriously

ill, and even lost a lot of temper?"\n"What's the use of being angry, can it be able to block your mouth?" I

subconsciously replied, but I couldn't help but secretly said that it was bad:

This does not seem to be in line with Kuang Xihan's temperament.\nSure enough, Kuang Xiqing turned over the rest of the memorials, and the faint

glance made me feel frightened--the eyebrows that could not be more delicate,

and the smile that could not be more gentle, how could there be so much

coolness for no reason?\n...... Probably it's because of my carelessness.\n"Han'er is really grown up...I feel so relieved." She didn't say anything, and

dropped the memorials on the table--unknowingly, they had been stacked in

three stacks, and I had seen them before. That book belongs to, but it is the

most-took my hand and slowly walked to the palace on the other side of the

corridor.\nI noticed that the ground gradually became moist; when some familiar temple

doors appeared in front of me, I suddenly realized: This is the emperor's

imperial bath.\nIs she going to take me here to take a bath?\nNo, the point should be, is she going to take a bath with me...?\nMy face flushed unconsciously because of this obvious fact, and this sudden

shame was for the purpose of being naked in front of someone I don't know yet,

or for some other emotions that I can't explain clearly.\nI was still thinking about this issue until I was led into the steamy inner

hall and waited to take off my outer robe.\nAt this moment, I felt that the lapels of my chest were being touched. I waved

away the opponent's hand reflexively and took a step back. I hit the person

behind me too hard and almost slipped to the ground.\nAfter finally stabilizing myself, I swallowed back the exclamation that was

about to exit, and silently turned my head to look at Kuang Xiqing-she was

casually opening her hands, waiting for the attendant to take off her clothes,

without feeling anything wrong. It seems normal for a servant to take care of

bathing and changing clothes.\nWhen she raised her eyebrows and handed out a questioning look indifferently,

my heart suddenly stunned: How did I forget that my current identity is a

member of the top of the feudal ruling group, a rich and beautiful, The

pampered and privileged class is the Ling Wang-Kuang Xihan who will never feel

uncomfortable because someone serves the bath.\n"Nothing." I stroked my sleeves to hide my embarrassment. I shook my head,

controlling myself not to think about the group of beautiful young boys who

were not as weak as Kuang Xiqing. Some of them were holding a bath. Towels,

fragrant pancreas and other bathing utensils waited aside without squinting,

while the rest took off my clothes gently and quickly.\nAs my skin gradually exposed to the air, I felt a layer of goose bumps on my

body-although the temperature in this temple was just right, it didn't make

people feel a bit of coolness.\nI think I still can’t accept the customs and favors of Dawu country in such a

short period of time, ranging from the marriage system of polyandry to the

tradition of attending to the bathing. Perhaps the most unacceptable thing for

me is this young man. Beautiful but weak and abnormal body, as well as her

noble identity accompanied by heavy fog, and the shackles she can't get rid

of.\n"Go down." Kuang Xiqing's voice seemed a little distorted in the white misty

hall, especially under the influence of the sound of "crashing" into the

water, I almost missed her words; but the young men who served meticulously

executed it. Her orders, including the attendant who was about to take off the

last obscene clothes for me, stopped immediately after her voice, and did not

dare to hesitate.\nEveryone put down the things in their hands, bowed and bowed, and quietly

exited the inner hall, as if they had never entered before-I felt a long

breath of relief from my chest.\nAfter holding back a sigh, I peeled off the last cover myself, turned and

walked towards the wide pool made of jade.\nThe water is a bit hot, but it teaches people to relax, my brows can't help

but loosen, and I sink into the water in the chest.\nKwong Xiqing leaned against the other side of the pool and closed her eyes to

rest, and her eyebrows were calm and peaceful-I found it difficult for me to

look away from the dazzling white skin and beautiful collarbone.\nI have always known that a woman's body can be intriguingly beautiful, but

what I never expected is: one day, I will be surprised by this beauty to...

almost sinking.