Chapter 4: Chapter 4: No One Can Take Her Throne (4)

Ling Shishi tidily arranged her clothes and then stood aside, seemingly just an ordinary maid beside Hee Qingshan.

“Madam has returned; Great King, quickly go and greet her, don’t keep Madam waiting,” Ling Shishi said with reddened eyes.

Hee Qingshan came to his senses, went over to wipe her tears: “At this moment, I can only wrong you. She won’t mind having someone accompany me, but in front of her, it always adds to the discomfort. No matter what, we must give her some face; we can’t go too far. Once everything settles, I’ll give you a status, she knows that.”

“Great King, rest assured; Shishi understands everything and won’t cause trouble for Madam and Great King. She doesn’t ask for any future status, as long as she can stay by Great King’s side, even as a maid, Shishi is willing. Shishi’s heart lies with Great King and is willing to do anything for him. Unfortunately, Shishi is just a weak woman, unable to do as Madam does so impressively, only able to amuse Great King.”

Hee Qingshan felt moved in his heart.

Yan’er is good, used to be beautiful. But years of battles have made her skin rough and dark, her beauty is not what it used to be. Moreover, after giving birth to two children, the marks on her belly are unbearable to look at, making him nauseous.

He loves Yan’er’s bravery and invincibility, and Shishi’s beauty and appearance; he cannot do without either.

Hee Qingshan brought people outside the city, putting on a deeply affectionate manner as he gazed into the distance. It was this manner that deceived everyone.

After waiting for a while, the sun had made Hee Qingshan a little dizzy, yet he persisted.

Half an hour later, he finally saw the returning army, but didn’t see the previously horseback-straddle valiant woman, which took him by surprise. Truth be told, at that moment he felt a bit anxious.

But then, he thought of the previous good news; she should be okay.

At the forefront of the army was a carriage; he understood that she might be injured and was inside the carriage.

The carriage slowly approached, and Hee Qingshan hurried to greet it, his face full of smiles yet tinged with worry.

Just as he was about to lift the carriage curtain, it was already lifted by a slender, fair hand, and an ethereal youth jumped down.

After the youth got down, he turned, unintentionally pushing Hee Qingshan aside, replacing his position to lift the carriage curtain again. A gentle, jade-like voice with a trace of boyishness came from him: “Sister, get off the carriage.”

Upon hearing the youth’s address, Hee Qingshan frowned; he didn’t think much of it, knowing well how much Yun Qianyan liked him. This youth calling her sister, presumably, it’s nothing.

Qiann Yan emerged from the carriage, her hand naturally resting on Xun Zihuai’s arm.

“Slow down; you’re still not well,” Xun Zihuai cautioned, glanced at the ground, his voice turned cold, losing the boyishness, carrying a threatening tone: “Why hasn’t anyone brought a stool?”

Hee Qingshan reacted, turning around: “Yan’er is injured; quickly bring a stool.”

Seeing her sitting in the carriage, surely she is injured. In his memory, she never came back by carriage, always on horseback.

Qiann Yan didn’t jump down directly, her gaze fixed on Hee Qingshan’s face.

Hee Qingshan quickly went forward: “Yan’er, you finally came back; I have been worried about you these days. Now that you’ve returned, my heart can be at ease.”

“I have a headache.”

Qiann Yan truly didn’t want to speak to this man; looking at him, she felt like drawing a sword to kill him; her sword trembled, sharing her sentiments.

Things have not settled yet; the world is hard pressed to accept a woman as the emperor, and will unite against her once an opportunity arises.

This man, keeping him temporarily stabilizes the situation.

Qiann Yan recalled the original owner’s wish, which was for her to help care for the two children: “Where are the two kids? Take me to see them.”

System 666 felt gratified; the Host finally remembered the task.

“Yan’er, who is this gentleman?”

“A Divine Doctor.”

Hee Qingshan felt completely relieved and even bowed to Xun Zihuai, full of gratitude: “Thank you, sir, for helping Yan’er recover.”

“Mmm.”

Xun Zihuai appeared very indifferent, didn’t even glance at Hee Qingshan; not everyone deserves his attention. This sneaky-looking fellow is clearly unappealing, unworthy of his regard.

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