The scheming empress starts by conquering men

Shao Jincong was packed up by the servants and taken directly to Qingzhu Garden.

Zhong Moyao was cooling down the Shaodian Sishui, and when Shao Jincong entered the room, he naturally saw this scene.

"Your Highness!"

He ran over in shock and knelt in front of the bed, his eyes bloodshot. He reached out to touch Shaodian Si Shui's cheek with grievance and heartache, but when he thought of Zhong Moyao still being by her side, he retracted his hand.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, Shaodian Sishui seemed to sense that Shao Jincong was there, and she slowly opened her eyes although she was still unconscious.

When she saw Shao Jincong clearly, a smile appeared on her lips, she stretched out her hand, and said weakly.

"Jincong, am I dreaming?"

Shao Jincong quickly shook his head, tears bursting out at this moment. Feeling aggrieved and heartbroken, he quickly grabbed her hand and kept sobbing.

"No, no, Your Highness, no, I'm here, here!"

Zhong Moyao looked at this scene with no emotion on his face, but his heart felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of needles.

His heart was broken at this moment.

He was about to stand up and make room for Shao Jincong when Shaodian Sishui fainted again.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up. Wake up and look at Jincong. Your Highness, wuwu..." Shao Jincong burst into tears in grievance and called out to Shaodian Sishui.

Zhong Moyao frowned and shouted to the outside.

"Yan Le."

Yan Le walked in quickly.

"My Lord."

"Take Master Shao to the side room to rest."

Shao Jincong hurriedly grabbed Shaodian Sishui's hand, and said with tears in his eyes, "No, I can't leave. I am your highness's husband. I have to wait for your highness to wake up."

"亼侍" is the self-proclaimed name of a husband's servant.

Zhong Moyao frowned slightly and scolded coldly.

"How dare you cry in front of His Highness! His Highness is still in a coma, and you have just married into the family, so everything is still unclear. If you fall ill and His Highness wakes up, and you are not there to serve him, wouldn't that make His Highness even more worried?"

Zhong Moyao's throat rolled, he sighed in compromise and rubbed his nose.

"Go down and rest. You will serve His Highness during the day."

Shao Jincong looked at Zhong Moyao with red eyes. Knowing what he was thinking, he stopped hesitating and stood up, saluted, then followed Yan Le out.

But he was still worried about Shaodian Si Shui. He looked back every few steps and kept looking at Zhong Moyao on the couch.

It was not until Yan Le urged him to leave that he followed.

On a cold winter night, the wind was biting and the snow was like a wild white wolf, sweeping across the night with bared fangs and claws.

The sky and the earth were vast and boundless, snowflakes danced wildly in the air and fell silently on the ancient bluestone road.

The stone bridge in the garden was covered with snow, leaving only a blurred silhouette, looking quaint and mysterious.

Shaoying carried the wolf cub through the corridor and came to the outside of the Qingzhu Courtyard with frost all over his body.

Jia Yi stopped him; "His Highness is still unconscious, Master Shaoying should go back."

Shaoying said, "Jiayi, Shaoying wants to see the princess' husband."

Jiayi looked at him deeply and said, "Sir Shaoying, Her Highness had instructed before entering the palace that no one should be allowed to approach Qingzhu Garden after she returns. Sir Shaoying, please do not embarrass Jiayi."

Shaoying frowned slightly, a little anxious, but after thinking about the instructions given by His Highness before he left, he could only lower his head and turn away.

Forget it, since His Highness insists on doing so, why can't he just follow His Highness's wishes.

In the Qingzhu Courtyard, Zhong Moyao kept giving Shaodian Si water to cool her down, but her body was still burning hot.

She sent people out to ask the guards many times, but the great sorcerer did not come.

Zhong Moyao was so anxious that he was running around in circles.

Shaodian Sishui was not really unconscious, she knew everything that had just happened.

Thinking of how Zhong Moyao was so calm, Shaodian Sishui decided to confront him. She didn't want any misunderstandings and only hoped that he could cooperate with her in acting.

Just when Zhong Moyao was about to wipe her forehead with the wet handkerchief again, Shaodian Sishui suddenly grabbed his hand and looked up at him.

His eyes were clear, without any sign of unconsciousness.

"Dian~"

Before he could say anything, Shaodian Sishui quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed, pressed him under her and covered his mouth with her hand.

"Shh, don't talk."

Zhong Moyao widened his eyes and looked at her in disbelief, his face full of astonishment. He looked her up and down, his gaze falling on her chest.

It seemed that he was not able to react. His Highness was clearly unconscious, so why did he suddenly get better now?

And doesn’t her chest hurt? She’s clearly injured there.

Shaodian Sishui saw his wide-eyed look and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks a lot."

She released her hand from covering his lips and leaned in to kiss him.

The more he kissed, the angrier Shaodian Sishui became, and his hands became more restless.

The injury was real, and she needed to balance her yin and yang in order to heal quickly.

Zhong Moyao: “…”

He suddenly grabbed Shaodian Sishui's restless hand and wanted to say something.

But Shaodian Sishui did not give him a chance to convince herself. She kept kissing him and whispered in his ears with a charming and hoarse voice.

"help me."

Zhong Moyao: “……???”

"But your highness, you are injured."

"My injury needs you."

Shaodian Sishui reached out and tore off the fake skin from her chest, groaned, and did whatever she wanted to him.

Zhong Moyao: “…”

What is this? What does it mean that her injury needs him?

Zhong Moyao was in a state of shock. Looking at the fake skin and then at the intact skin on His Highness' chest, he felt his head buzzing and he couldn't keep up with His Highness's pace at all.

Didn’t Your Highness detoxify Shao Jincong? Why is he still intact?

It is definitely true that Shao Jincong was poisoned, but why didn’t Your Highness use your own blood?

Zhong Moyao couldn't figure out all of this and even felt it was too weird.

Could it be that Shao Jincong doesn’t like His Highness?

That shouldn't be the case. Judging from Shao Jincong's reaction to Your Highness just now, he should like Your Highness.

"Hmm!" Zhong Moyao groaned and frowned.

Shaodian Sishui loosened the hand that was pinching his waist, her lips left his, her voice hoarse and seductive.

"Don't be distracted."

Zhong Moyao's face suddenly turned red, and he turned from passive to active, but when he thought of the injury on her back.

This time he forgave her and let her be on top.

The temperature in the house gradually rose, and the suppressed breathing sounds of the two people continued to be heard, but they were buried by the cold wind and heavy snow.

After a night, Zhong Moyao had already put on his clothes and continued to pretend that Shaodian Si Shui was seriously injured and wiped her skin.

Of course, His Highness still had a fever at this time, although he didn't know why the fever would not subside.

But he knew that His Highness was actually not seriously injured, he was just seriously injured on the surface.

After this night, Zhong Moyao's face was flushed like a peach blossom, but there were some dark circles under his eyes.

He didn't sleep all night!

But now she is lying there, soundly sleeping.

Thinking of His Highness's instructions, Zhong Moyao stood up and called for help.

"Someone is coming."

Yan Le and Yan Xi took turns to spend the first night together, and this time it was Yan Xi who was spending the first night together.

When he came in, he looked a little worried. "My Lord, do you want to change clothes?"

"Well, help me change my clothes. I have to go to the palace to see the emperor!" He paused for a moment, his eyes moved a few times, and he waved at him. "Come here. I have something to tell you."

Yan Xi approached, Zhong Moyao put the back of his hand to his mouth and whispered, "Go call Shao Jincong, and tell him this..."

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Yan Xi; "Do you understand?"

Yan Xi nodded, thought for a moment and asked, "What if Shao Jincong also wants to enter the palace?"

"No need to stop me."

A smile appeared on Zhong Moyao's lips, and there was a calculation on his handsome face.

"Go."

"Here."

Zhong Moyao looked back at Shaodian Si Shui with a doting smile on his face.

Your Highness, no matter what you want, A Yao will personally serve it to you.

Since Shao Jincong is the person Shaodian Haolan likes, and His Highness was plotted against by Shaodian Haolan and had to be hurt, and dared to hurt his woman, then he would not let Shaodian Haolan have an easy time.

He didn't understand the intrigues and power struggles in the court, but he knew that the best way to break a woman's heart was to watch her beloved man begging for another woman in front of her.

That scene must have been great to think about.