Wang Baxian hurriedly left the palace.
He was full of vigor and felt at ease, yet so emotions were mixed.
He rembered many years ago he seed different, but when did he start to change?
Probably from when he helped Zhao Chengji ascend.
Zhao Chengji was the Second Prince; above him was the Crown Prince.
The tradition is to chose the elder over the young, always has been.
So, during the hunt, Wang Baxian caused the Crown Prince’s horse to have issues.
The Crown Prince "fell off the horse," crippled his leg, beca disabled.
A Sovereign, how could he be disabled? Naturally, this position fell to Zhao Chengji.
However...
When Zhao Chengji beca the Sovereign, Yan Fuguo left the capital, and Wang Baxian increasingly felt that no one could restrain him; he could do whatever he wanted, deciding how the Sovereign should review the morial.
The Empress Dowager was his sister, the queen was from the Wang family.
Though the Sovereign still bore the surna Zhao, most of the power rested in the Wang family.
The temptation of power often causes one to lose sanity, especially when you suddenly realize you’ve grasped it in your hands.
Even if you know well that this seems to conflict with your previous beliefs, but... what does it matter?
Are you willing to give away that power?
For what reason?
Wang Baxian secretly pondered again.
"Prince Qing can be king, why can’t the Wang family produce a king? Yan Fujing’s people died a lot in the East Sea battle; how could he have the strength to contest with ?"
"Once the monster nace is quelled, the old man will seize the opportunity to have the Sovereign bestow upon nine fold honor, be crowned king, then sword and sandals upon the palace, ascent without haste."
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May arrives...
Spring peaches have withered, human-faced peaches are nearing their end, yet still dazzling.
The human face and peach flower reflect each other in red, aptly describing this scene.
Tian Yuan and Zhao Qingxue stroll through the peach grove of Prince Qing’s Mansion, occasionally raising hands to brush the branches, watching the east wind blow flowers like snow, distant river sparkling like golden scales, exchanging smiles.
Suddenly, Zhao Qingxue yelped, she touched her bulging belly, both annoyed and delighted, "This child, why so lively, kicked my belly again."
"Really?" Tian Yuan curiously leaned closer.
Zhao Qingxue pointed at her belly and grabbed Tian Yuan’s hand to place over.
Tian Yuan indeed felt a small movent in her palm, like a little fist gently kneading.
She glanced at her belly, softly sighed.
Her belly indeed was also bulging, larger than Zhao Qingxue’s, yet... her fetus never experienced alleged fetal movent. Sotis she even felt like her womb was nurturing a ball of ice.
"It’s fine, Sister Yuan, judging by the size, your child must take after Prince Qing, still growing slowly." Zhao Qingxue comforted.
Tian Yuan smiled with lips pursed, responded, then added, "Sister, have you noticed lately you’ve been treating your husband increasingly well."
"No way."
Zhao Qingxue shyly unwilling to admit, yet sohow, whenever she thought of Prince Qing, her heart raced, followed by a sense of "bliss."
Since understanding life, she never felt such "bliss," nothing could compare.
When Prince Qing held her, when their eyes t, she almost fainted with happiness.
Lately, she’s been listening to mother-in-law recite Buddhist scriptures, also read a few pages, hearing about the world where Buddha resides called "Pure Land."
Zhao Qingxue only felt "Pure Land," however blissful, couldn’t beat staying beside her husband.
Thoughts turned...
Zhao Qingxue showed tenderness, said, "After all, Prince Qing is my husband. In the past, I was immature, but now... I want to be a good wife."
Tian Yuan found the little princess’s deanor amusing. However, she felt the sa. When together with Li Xuan, she could only feel increasingly happier, wholly wanted to be with him even for an extra mont.
Just then, that familiar figure appeared in the distance.
Tian Yuan and Zhao Qingxue happily went over, each holding onto Li Xuan’s shoulder.
Li Xuan bead at the two won, a doting look in his eyes.
This simple look brought an instant surge of happiness into their hearts.
The three stuck together like glue.
Outside, Tian Yuan remained the stern head of the Li family’s comrce, decisive and firm.
Zhao Qingxue was still the cute mischievous princess, every corner bustling.
But in front of Li Xuan, the two won transford into obedient lambs, large and small, seemingly unable to separate from him.
Li Xuan gently stroked their hair, felt their closeness.
He knew this was the consequence of a high-spirit existence consistently affecting ordinary people...
Ordinary people being influenced by the high-spirit existence’s emotions, thereby experiencing feelings they couldn’t originally feel.
But is this bad?
Li Xuan didn’t know, at least his wives were happy because of him.
His hands lay over their round bellies, listened to the sounds from within.
He was going to be a father!
Joy welled up in his heart, along with a heavy sense of responsibility.
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...
At night ti, the won, due to their burgeoning bellies, completely unable to be intimate with Li Xuan, yet feared it would mistreat Prince Qing, thus each sent their personal maid to accompany him.
Tian Yuan naturally sent Qiao’Er, the little princess sought Shi He.
However, the little princess rely asked, Shi He gladly agreed.
Qiao’Er followed Tian Yuan and was quite clever; Shi He, the princess’s personal maid, though not a princess, learned superbly in arts and skills alike.
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