Swallow, Husband.”
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“Your majesty……” De Yu is respectfully looks towards that hesitant figure, softly calling out.
Casually glancing back at the still very young eunuch, Zheng Liu reveals a trace of a practically undetectable smile, stepping into Jing Ye. Inside the palace is currently a few palace maids and eunuchs lazily, leisurely cleaning the entire courtyard, seeing the arriving person, under great surprise, hurriedly kneel down, bowing their head, not daring to slack off.
Seeing the monarch of yesterday and tomorrow’s expression, everyone’s hearts held doubts, they say that the currently most doted Lady Consort Yin is presently in child labour, the Emperor instead of waiting in Wen Bin Palace, why come all the way to this long deserted Jing Ye? Could it be that the rumours of the Emperor still hung up on his love for the missing Consort Ying is true? Or is it the other rumour, the Emperor has once hidden a stunning woman in this palace before? These rumours circulating in the imperial palace seems real and fake all the same, everyone only dares to secretly weigh up the rumours to their own observations, quietly speculating the results, in order to relieve the loneliness within the palace, to see the Emperor at this very moment, it is inevitable for the palace servants’ doubts to snowball even larger.
Zheng Liu casually waves his hand, “All leave.” Not even giving the bowed heads of the palace servants a single glance, he alone goes ahead and walks inside the palace. Arriving at the doors of the main hall, he raises his head, looking up at the plaque with the two words “Yin Yue” (Hidden Moon) beautifully, delicately written on it, seeming to be in deep thoughts, knitting his brows without saying a word.
De Yu has always been following behind from around three meters of distance, seeing Zheng Liu’s expression, secretly shivers, and speaks up again: “Your majesty, Lady Consort Yin’s side has already been urging several times, saying Lady Consort’s childbirth is not going smoothly……your majesty, do you want to……”
As though De Yu’s words did not reach his ears, Zheng Liu does not even turn his head back as he asks: “Say, is this Yin Yue Hall a bit too empty?”
“……yes.” Suddenly being asked like that, De Yu froze for a moment, blurting out a reply, and immediately shuts up, also looking up to that plaque, heart secretly tumbling, thoughtfully observing Zheng Liu’s back view, what exactly is the Emperor thinking of right now? Yin Yue? Could it be……?
Brows creasing, from deep down in his heart, he wishes not for the Emperor to stay here for too long , having just mentioned the current huge matter, yet Zheng Liu still does not seem to be feeling pained nor itching, De Yu has no idea to throw out, heart desperate like fire. He has once seen the Emperor’s cold side, heart heavily palpitating, having fought through this many years in the palace, his only great strength is “outlook”, although not completely obvious, but he feels that the Emperor seems to hold different kind of feelings towards Madam Lou. Hardening his heart, he was just about to speak up in cutting off Zheng Liu reveries, when a burst of chaotically fast running comes breaking into Jing Ye.
“Your Majesty……Lady Consort……Lady Consort Yin……gave birth to a dragon son……” Running as he shouts out this good news that rouses one’s heart, the little eunuch hurriedly runs to the front of the Emperor and De Yu, having just come to a stop, he raises his head, looking at the Emperor’s gentle and refined smile, but does not see any particular joy, as though passing by his ears is just a very typical matter. The little eunuch gulps, hesitating whether he should repeat the good news, his eyes turning to the currently most held high Head Eunuch De Yu, who knew he also appears distracted, thinking about something.