A Female King's Love Story

"Come on, Ran'er, slow down." With a doting look on his face, Ji Mingyuan picked up the bowl of soup and placed the spoon next to his lips, blowing gently on it to cool it down.

"Come, Ran'er, this is the black chicken soup that I instructed the imperial chef to make. You should first take care of your body first." Ji Mingyuan's tone was gentle, and that faint smile was as warm as the spring wind, but that warmth still made Qiao Qiao feel a little uncomfortable. It was just as Qiao had said; his feelings were deep, and she did not want to let him down.

"Let's put aside the matters at the center of the court for the time being. We've just recovered from a serious illness, don't hurt your body anymore." Ji Mingyuan gently stroked her hair, which was still in a mess, and said softly.

"Your majesty." Xiyue slowly walked over from outside the palace. "Imperial Concubine Luo requests an audience."

Ji Mingyuan slowly put down the bowl of soup. He looked at Xiyue reproachfully, then said with a displeased tone,

"The emperor is still recuperating. He won't see anyone!"

"Oh, if I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that the one obstructing the emperor's government would be esteemed imperial concubine." Luo Qinglun's voice intruded and walked over with light footsteps. There was a trace of provocation in his voice.

Xiyue stood on the side at a loss. She didn't know that this Luo Qinglun would actually barge in on his own. After hesitating for a long time, she saw Qiao Qing Lun giving her a look and backed away.

"Isn't it natural for the Emperor to temporarily put aside government authority while he is recuperating?" Ji Mingyuan slowly stood up from the edge of the bed and walked towards Luo Qinglun, showing no signs of backing down.

"Imperial Concubine Yuan is really considerate. But why can't you visit the Emperor while I can't?" Luo Qinglun raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Mingyuan with disdain.

"The Emperor commanded me to wait upon you, but I never ordered you to be summoned." Ji Mingyuan had a smug look on his face.

"Oh?" Luo Qinglun slowly walked closer to Ji Mingyuan, her voice low and threatening, "Don't forget that I'm the one in charge of the Phoenix Seal within the imperial harem. If Yuanfei dares to act so recklessly and go against me, then …"

"Is the imperial concubine threatening me?" Ji Mingyuan raised an eyebrow, but there was no trace of fear in his voice.

"Of course not. I'm just giving a hint or two to esteemed imperial concubine." With a faint smile, Luo Qinglun slowly pulled away from Ji Mingyuan.

"Then I thank esteemed imperial concubine for her advice." Ji Mingyuan laughed softly.

"What are you guys talking about!" Qiao Qiao who was still leaning on the bed could not help but cough lightly.

"Your majesty, your assassination truly makes chenqie very worried. Chenqie really can't sleep well at night, afraid that something will happen to the emperor. Pah! Look at your mouth, the emperor has his own plans, nothing will happen to him."

"We thank Madame Luo for her worry." Qiao Qiao said weakly.

"Look at what the emperor has said. You and I are both people by the side of the pillow. We have cultivated in the same boat for a hundred years, and cultivated for a thousand years to sleep in the same bed. How can we thank each other?" Luo Qinglun said with a charming smile.

"I wonder why Imperial Concubine Luo is looking for me this time?" Every time he thought of how Luo Qinglun would call her Imperial Highness and her beloved concubine in front of her, and how she would hug the other young palace maids and maids, she felt nauseous. If it wasn't for Prime Minister Luo, he and Luo Qingqing would not have been so relaxed to this day.

"Chenqie was worried about the emperor's safety, so she couldn't come to the palace to take a look. Fortunately, she heard from the palace maids that the emperor had woken up, so she came early to visit him." His tone was full of accusations that Ji Mingyuan had sealed off the Palace and had forbidden anyone from visiting the emperor. It was clear that he was not worried for the emperor's safety. Everything had been done because of Ji Mingyuan.

"I've made my beloved concubine worry." Qiao Qiao still patted Luo Qinglun's hand and felt a wave of chills. It was unknown when it came, but the initial thought of taking advantage of the situation had long since disappeared.

"Seeing as there's nothing wrong with the emperor, chenqie will take her leave as well. The emperor still has some time to rest." Luo Qinglun slowly stood up and bowed to Qiao Qiao as she said.

"Alright, after This Emperor fully recovers, I'll go take a look around the palace."

"Yes, chenqie is waiting for the Emperor." Luo Qinglun bowed slightly. Before she left, she did not forget to give Qiao Qiao a flirtatious look. However, when she walked in front of Ji Mingyuan, she looked completely different.

After Luo Qinglun left, Qiao once again straightened himself and called out to Ji Mingyuan, who was still standing at the same spot. "Mingyuan, bring me some water. I want to wash my hands." Qiao Qiao continued to look at his palms that had just brushed against Luo Qinglun's hands with a sense of disdain. This Luo Qinglun had indeed put on a good show. Luo Qingqing's act of poisoning was already confirmed, but he was still able to come here without worry.

"Alright." Ji Mingyuan naturally understood. Following Qiao Qiao's instructions, he walked out of the inner hall with a faint smile on his face.

After Ji Mingyuan left, Ning Fei once again came to visit. General Ning's son, Ning Xin, was gentle, reserved, courteous, and taciturn. He had always been gentle, gentle, and taciturn, and never made love to anyone.

His arrival was just a brief moment of meditation beside Joe's still bed. After a few moments of concern, he stood up and left.

From the moment she woke up, Xiyue had intentionally or unintentionally avoided going to the edge of the bed, not mentioning anything about Luo Qingqing poisoning or the person behind the scenes. It seemed like she needed to recuperate early on, so the sooner she took care of this matter, the better it would be.

"Someone, come." Joe said softly.

"Your majesty." The gatekeeping maid entered the palace and bowed in response.

"Send someone to the King's Mansion to invite the Regent over to the palace for a chat."

"Yes." The young palace maid accepted the order and left.

Ever since Qiao Qiao was poisoned and unconscious, the Regent had yet to take over the administration of the court. It seemed that she needed to seriously talk to Yan Mo Chen.

Alright, in her heart, proper business was a lie. What she really wanted to know was why Yan Mo Chen had avoided her presence in the past few days. Did he really turn a blind eye to her and not care about her life or death?