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Chapter 9 Crazy criticism of the heirless tyrant vs. the delicate and soft little eunuch (09)

By the time several palace attendants guarding outside the palace reacted, Jiang Li had already opened the door and stepped into the Yangxin Palace.

"This, this, this, what should we do!"

Looking at the palace door that was closed again, the palace people were rushing around anxiously, but they did not dare to disobey the imperial edict and step into the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.

Jiang Li, who came into the hall, walked straight towards Song Chengyin in the inner hall.

"No, don't leave me, mother-in-law!"

Song Chengyin's murmurs in his sleep kept coming from the inner hall. Jiang Li quickly came to the inner hall and found Song Chengyin waving his hands to catch something.

Jiang Li pursed her lips. Although she didn't know what happened back then, she knew the pain of being haunted by nightmares.

Only when she came to the bed did she see Song Chengyin's expression clearly.

At this time, he was frowning, with large beads of sweat on his forehead, and endless pain emanating from every pore on his face.

Even my eyelashes were wet, and I couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up."

Jiang Li hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and tried to wake him up, but Song Chengyin had been immersed in dreams and could not wake up no matter how Jiang Li screamed.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me."

Song Chengyin had a pleading tone and looked extremely uneasy. At this time, the arrogant king was like an abandoned child, choking in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, your mother-in-law will always be with you."

Jiang Li comforted Song Chengyin softly while wiping his sweat.

But Song Chengyin couldn't hear any words in his sleep, and was immersed in endless pain.

At this time, he was like a fish trapped in the sand, searching hard but unable to find the direction of the sea.

"No, no, don't go!"

Song Chengyin struggled painfully, his big palms kept stretching forward, and he was about to fall into the abyss. At this time, a warm hand grabbed him and led him to escape from the boundless darkness.

"Don't leave, your Majesty, don't worry, I won't go anywhere, I will stay here with your Majesty."

Jiang Li held Song Chengyin's big palm, coaxing her softly like a child, and followed his words.

Song Chengyin grabbed Jiang Li's hand tightly as if grasping the last straw.

"do not leave Me."

"Okay, okay, don't leave, never leave."

After receiving Jiang Li's consent, Song Chengyin's frown slowly relaxed, and the uneasiness on his face gradually dissipated.

Jiang Li exhaled and finally brought this ancestor back from the nightmare.

She covered Song Chengyin with the quilt and was about to turn around, when Song Chengyin held her hand tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Don't leave, okay?"

When Jiang Li made the slightest move, Song Chengyin would pray aloud, and his relaxed eyebrows knitted together again.

"Okay, I won't leave. Your Majesty, please sleep peacefully. Just have a good sleep and you'll be fine."

Jiang Li's fingers fell on Song Chengyin's eyebrows and smoothed the Sichuan lines between his eyebrows.

As if he was afraid that she would escape, Song Chengyin grabbed her hand with both hands and clasped it tightly on his chest.

Jiang Li looked helpless. She was afraid of disturbing Song Chengyin for a while and didn't dare to withdraw her hand. She was bent over and tired, so she simply sat on the floor in front of the couch.

She put one hand on the edge of the bed to support her chin, and the other hand was held by Song Chengyin and placed on her chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

Whenever Jiang Li was about to withdraw her hand, Song Chengyin would hold her hand harder, but Jiang Li had no choice but to let him hold her hand.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Li's eyelids became heavy and he lay unconscious beside the bed.     The next day, Mao hour.

It was morning time, and Song Chengyin, who had already formed a biological clock, woke up at this time.

The delicate and soft touch came from his hand. He subconsciously lowered his eyes and saw that he was holding a white and tender hand.

And the owner of that hand...

Song Chengyin turned to look at the little head lying beside the bed.

It's him.

Could it be that he was the one last night?

Although Song Chengyin did not wake up from the nightmare last night, he was somewhat aware of the fact that someone wiped his sweat and softly comforted him last night.

That man was like a beam of light in the endless darkness, pulling him from the abyss to the shore.

He tried hard to open his eyes to see who that person was, but he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.

I never thought it was him.

The little eunuch who touched his mood.

Song Chengyin gently let go of Jiang Li's hand, unable to explain how he felt.

He was about to stand up when Jiang Li, whose back was facing him, suddenly turned her head.

Jiang Li slept on the bedside all night, not even bothering to take off her hat, which was still on her head.

But as she turned her head, the hat became crooked, and a strand of hair on her forehead came out from under the hat.

Song Chengyin, who originally planned to get up, lay back down again and stared at Jiang Li who was lying beside the bed.

After seeing the broken hair hanging down in the corner of her eyes, he reached out his hand inexplicably, pinched her hair and pushed it to one side.

After belatedly realizing what he was doing, Song Chengyin's face froze, he withdrew his big palm as if fleeing, and then walked down from the bed.

"Change."

After walking to the outer hall, Song Chengyin asked the palace attendants on duty outside to come in and change clothes.

The closed door of the palace was pushed open from the outside, and the palace people walked in with their heads bowed and respectfully.

Those who fetched water, those who changed clothes, walked through the palace in an orderly manner, taking care of everything.

Everyone seemed calm on the outside, but actually they were anxious in their hearts.

Eunuch Xiaolizi didn't come out all night last night. Now His Majesty is awake and there is no sign of him. Could he have...

"When did he come in last night?"

Everyone was distracted when Song Chengyin's voice came from in front of them.

Last night, only Eunuch Xiaolizi entered the Yangxin Hall. I think the person Your Majesty asked about was Eunuch Xiaolizi.

The father-in-law who blocked Xiaolizi last night secretly sweated in his heart, and then said truthfully: "Your Majesty, father-in-law Xiaolizi entered the Yangxin Hall at Haishi."

Song Chengyin squinted his eyes. As expected, he spent the whole night with him in the Yangxin Hall.

He said calmly: "He's a new guy who doesn't understand the rules. Are you guys going to eat the rules into a dog's belly too?"

"Your Majesty's forgiveness!"

Everyone in the hall knelt down, their spines lying on the ground, their bodies trembling, and their heads lowered.

"Your Majesty, before Eunuch Xiaolizi entered the Yangxin Palace last night, I warned him of His Majesty's will. However, Eunuch Xiaolizi was really worried about His Majesty's safety, so he went to the palace in defiance of His Majesty's will."

"The servants dare not disobey the holy will, and dare not even set foot in the Hall of Cultivation of Heart. They can only watch Eunuch Xiaolizi enter. Eunuch Xiaolizi is also worried that His Majesty will be haunted by nightmares, so he will disobey the order and be disrespectful. Please have mercy on Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)