The Beauties of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 155

Zhao Guangyi smiled and patted Wang Jisi on the shoulder. "Eunuch Wang, please take good care of the Empress for me!" He then strode out.

This time, he must protect Ning'er and their child; no one should be allowed to harm them!

Final Chapter: Holding Hands, Growing Old Together

A plain-colored tablecloth was laid on the wooden square table, on which was a tea set. Next to it was a small, pure white porcelain bottle, which looked extremely ordinary.

There was a small, crooked figure by the table, stretching out his hand with great effort, trying to grab the small porcelain bottle on the table. Unfortunately, his short, chubby hand couldn't reach it at all, and his tilted posture was enough to make one break out in a cold sweat.

"Xiao Neng!"

A young woman exclaimed in surprise, rushed in, picked up the little one from the table, and let out a long sigh of relief. "What are you doing? You scared your mother to death!"

"Your Majesty, I want it!"

The young woman glanced at the porcelain vase on the table and shook her head at him, "No, you can't take this. How about Your Highness gives you something else to play with?"

"Yes, yes!"

"don't want!"

"want--"

"no!"

"Waaah—"

"Wow! You cheated!"

The young woman shouted in dissatisfaction, which drew a chuckle from the man who strode in. "Why are you arguing with the child? What can't Xiao Neng have?"

The young woman placed the child in his arms, then turned around and picked up a white porcelain bottle from the table. "This one... this is dangerous. You can't give it to him. Find him something to play with."

The man took the porcelain bottle and looked at her in surprise. "You still kept it?"

"Yes, maybe it will come in handy someday."

"Wanlan, no more. We won't need this anymore." He smiled slightly, his warm eyes gazing deeply at her. "We've left completely, so we won't go back, and we won't need this anymore."

Wanlan put the porcelain bottle back into her palm. "That won't do! I'll keep it. It won't hurt anyway. Zehua, Master Ding has thought things through, which is why he left me this potion. We can escape without changing any world."

When I received this medicine from that Taoist priest at Xiangguo Temple, he only said that it was still unknown whether we would need it. He probably guessed that they would not leave the court.

If it weren't for the fact that the Emperor continued to send people to search for them for a year after they left the capital, she wouldn't have thought of using this method to escape. Now that she thinks about it, what Master Ding said that day probably meant he didn't expect Zehua's determination to leave.

Wanlan smiled faintly, turning her gaze to the child in his arms, "Zehua, Su Li has given the child to us, where will she go? Besides—Xian'er and Xiao Neng will return to the court one day."

Looking at her worried face, Zhao Defang chuckled, "Wanlan, these are not things to think about now. Why bother yourself with unnecessary worries? Don't overthink it."

“Okay! Let’s not talk about that, but Xiao Neng’s appearance really surprised me.” She chuckled softly, walked to his side and leaned against him, “When I found out that I couldn’t give birth to your third son at the ‘predetermined’ time, I really thought everything had changed, but I never expected that Xiao Neng would suddenly appear.”

Zhao Defang chuckled softly, glancing sideways at her beautiful face, and asked with a smile, "You only know I have three sons, but what about daughters? How about you give me a few more daughters in the future?"

"several?!"

Wanlan was so startled she almost jumped up, staring at him with incredulous eyes. "You're not satisfied with having three sons? I don't want to have any more!"

"Really not going to have children?"

"I won't have children!"

Zhao Defang tilted her head and looked at her strangely, then took a step back, keeping a distance from her, before laughing and saying, "What about the one in your belly?"

Wanlan stared in disbelief, then looked down sharply at her flat stomach.

"How do you know all this time?" Why does he always know things that even she didn't notice?

"I guessed."

Zhao Defang laughed heartily, looking at her pale face, and affectionately ruffled her hair. "Your period hasn't come this month. Wanlan, will you give me a daughter?"

Wanlan reached out and stroked her lower abdomen, then smiled.

"OK!"

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