The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1008: I am afraid that the rest of my life will be half empty

Tang Chujun took the cloisonné enamel cup from Eunuch Qi and said, "I'll do it. Eunuch Qi, go and have a rest."

"As you command." Eunuch Qi bowed and left, and the vermilion lacquered palace door closed silently behind him.

He sat upright on a Huanghuali armchair in the outer room, as still as a clock, tapping the beat lightly on his knees.

"Eunuch Qi..." A young eunuch hesitated and approached, his voice very low, "Is the emperor feeling better? Why doesn't he allow anyone to serve him?"

"Pa!" A slap sounded crisply in the outer hall.

Eunuch Qi narrowed his eyes, the force of the slap still lingering in his fingers, "Little bastard, when is it your turn to poke your head around the Qingshou Palace? So, after you find out, which master can you report to?"

The young eunuch knelt on the ground, holding his swollen face, "This slave deserves death! This slave was just trying to share your worries."

"I won't give you a head!" Eunuch Qi suddenly jumped up and kicked the man hard in the heart with his cloud-head shoes. "You have been sneaking around all day, and the word 'spy' is almost written on your face."

He swung his whisk and sneered, "Come here! Drag this traitor to the Ministry of Punishment - tell him that we want to personally watch him and make him vomit out all the dirt in his intestines!"

Two eunuchs as strong as iron towers flashed out from the shadows of the corridor and dragged the man away like carrying a sack.

The young eunuch's shrill cries of injustice as he was dragged away gradually faded away, and the vermilion lacquered palace door closed with a "click", blocking out the last trace of noise.

Eunuch Qi straightened the wrinkles on his sleeves, and suddenly shook his head and sighed, "In this palace, even shadows can tell secrets."

Oh, these ignorant people! Qi Youen narrowed his eyes and sneered. How could anyone snoop into the affairs of the Qingshou Palace?

Although his old body has no other skills, he is more than capable of guarding this quiet place for his master.

Eunuch Qi slowly sat back on the rosewood armchair and began tapping his fingers on his knees again.

The tune was so lingering that, against the darkening night outside the window, it seemed as if it was the soundtrack for the loving couple inside.

The anger he had just used to deal with the little beast had long since dissipated, and now his wrinkles were filled with smiles.

The master was very happy to have found his beloved, and his old bones also felt relieved.

In the inner hall, Tang Chujun placed the blood swallow cup on the dragon-patterned table. Seeing that the wrinkles between Xiao Yunde's eyebrows had not disappeared, he asked softly, "Are you still worried about the four great families?"

Xiao Yunde did not answer, but picked up the jade spoon and stirred it gently. Suddenly, he turned his wrist and handed the crystal bird's nest in the spoon to Tang Chujun's lips, "You look worse than a few days ago."

Tang Chujun turned her head away, her hairpins swaying slightly, "All day long, it's either bird's nest or ginseng soup, it's very greasy." She suddenly reached out and grasped his wrist, turning the jade spoon in another direction, "But you have lost weight."

Xiao Yunde lowered his eyes and swallowed the sweet soup mouthful by mouthful from her hand. The warmth from her fingertips came through the jade spoon, warming the spleen and stomach more than the tonic in the cup.

Xiao Yunde was very self-disciplined and never ate after the hour of Xu. But Tang Chujun asked him to eat, so he ate.

Tang Chujun looked at his Adam's apple rolling as he swallowed, and the corners of his eyes gradually curved into crescents.

He ate and she watched, with tenderness in her eyes.

After eating, he put the jade spoon into the bowl, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then looked at her quietly.

Just, I can’t get enough of it.

He almost lost her.

These days, Xiao Yunde's eyes were always on Tang Chujun.

Shi Anxia originally wanted to take her mother back to the Young Master's Mansion, but Xiao Yunde insisted on keeping her in the Qingshou Palace on the grounds of "avoiding public attention".

All the ancestral etiquette and palace rules and regulations became empty words in his eyes.

The joy of regaining what he had lost made him stare at her like a wolf. When he couldn't see her for a moment, he asked, "Youen, where is Mr. Chu?"

Xiao Yunde gave the rosewood dragon couch in the main hall to Tang Chujun to sleep on, and was willing to curl up on the low couch in the side room.

Tang Chujun occasionally woke up from his sleep, and in the dimness he always saw a figure sitting quietly in front of the couch. The moonlight shone through the gauze curtain, casting deep and shallow shadows between his eyebrows.

He looked at her sleeping face carefully in the moonlight, fearing that he would lose her if he missed her.

At this moment, Tang Chujun's ears were burning from being stared at, and he gathered the pearl flowers on his temples, "Fool, what are you looking at?"

Xiao Yunde didn't answer, but suddenly grabbed her wrist... The flickering candlelight illuminated the dark tide surging in his eyes.

He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

Before she could even finish her cry, she was pulled into the embrace of ambergris.

The night candles in the Qingshou Palace cast their shadows on the mica screen, swaying and overlapping each other.

Tang Chujun slowly raised his hands and wrapped them around Xiao Yunde's tense back, his heart filled with ripples.

The muscles under her palms were as hard as rocks, yet they revealed a bit of panic, like a lone goose that had lost its mate.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." She comforted him softly.

In the sound of the night watch, Xiao Yunde's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he sighed heavily, "I'm scared."

Jun'er, I'm scared.

I'm afraid that your bones will be buried in the Temple of the Six Gods, separated from me by the Yin and Yang; I'm afraid that every long night for the rest of my life will be half empty and cold.

He never knew he was so weak!

Tang Chujun gently patted Xiao Yunde's back, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm back safe and sound, right?"

Her days in the Six Gods Temple were not really suffering. Apart from the fact that she was not free, she was provided with delicious food every day, and the little Lu who had been beaten to death often served her.

She asked for paper and pen, and Xiao Luzi prepared some for her.

Emperor Zhaowu went to the Six Gods Temple to see her, "Madam, please don't blame me. I want to welcome Xia Er as my queen, so I have no choice but to resort to this last resort."

He said that he would arrange a new identity for her and let her marry Xiao Yunde in a grand manner.

Tang Chujun was shocked at the time. He thought how dare the new emperor have such a ridiculous idea?

Her son-in-law is not dead yet! Even if he is dead, it won’t be your turn, Emperor Zhaowu.

In Tang Chujun's heart, her son-in-law is the best in the world and no one can replace him.

Tang Chujun advised Emperor Zhaowu, "If you let me go, there is still room for maneuver. I will say that I went out for a stroll by myself and it has nothing to do with you. Let go, Your Majesty. Xia'er... doesn't want to be the Queen of the North Wing."

It almost woke him up. If she wanted to be a queen, she could only be the "Queen of Liang"!

But Emperor Zhaowu refused to listen to any advice, "One day Xia'er will be willing to be my queen! I will treat those three children as my own. In this world, only I can give them a happy and stable life."

It is hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. Tang Chujun thought that Emperor Zhaowu was possessed by a demon and had gone mad.

But she never expected that the real devil who was taking her life was actually the four great families.

She is still too naive.

Fortunately, when the noble ladies of the Rigui and Qin families talked about activating the self-destruct mechanism outside the Six Gods Temple, Shi Anrou, who was like a cat, heard it clearly. Otherwise, Tang Chujun would really be buried under the temple now.

At the court the next day, Emperor Xiao Yunde requested to depose the emperor on the grounds that "Emperor Zhaowu was suffering from a mental illness and was unable to continue to serve the ancestral temple."

The court is in turmoil again.