I am favored by the tyrant, so what if I am vicious?

Chapter 150 My heart hurts!

The Queen Mother couldn't help but sigh softly.

She also felt that the imperial concubine could not be blamed for what happened back then.

The emperor was right. The imperial concubine was innocent from the beginning to the end. She had a lover who shared the same feelings with her...

But... what she was concerned about was the emperor's affection for the imperial concubine.

If the emperor didn't like the imperial concubine so much, she wouldn't want to embarrass her again and again.

But the emperor...cannot fall in love.

The Queen Mother tried to comfort Qin Feiling: "Your Majesty... I'm not trying to stop you from protecting the Imperial Concubine, nor am I saying that you can't be happy. But can you... restrain your love for the Imperial Concubine a little?"

"Can you be a little more rational and take on more responsibility as an emperor when dealing with her? For example, if you want to maintain harmony in the harem and stop the concubines from hating the imperial concubine, you must treat everyone equally..."

"I think... the selection should be brought forward. The concubines in your harem are either dead or banished to the cold palace. There are almost no concubines left. A harem without concubines would be a disgrace... The court would probably be in chaos. For now, we must hold the selection as soon as possible to fill the harem and stabilize the government..."

Qin Feiling was silent. He subconsciously resisted the selection. But he knew better than anyone that filling the harem with equal care was his duty and obligation as an emperor.

He has been learning the strategies of an emperor since he was young. He cannot break the rules of his ancestors and cannot affect the country because of his own likes and dislikes.

The Empress Dowager's eyes flickered, and she immediately struck while the iron was hot: "Emperor, why don't we make a deal... From now on, as long as you follow the rules and give half of your time to the other concubines, I will not bother the Imperial Concubine anymore."

"When she safely gives birth to an heir, whether it's a prince or a princess, I will grant her the authority to manage the six palaces..."

Qin Feiling naturally hoped that the Queen Mother and the Imperial Concubine could live in harmony.

Both of these women are very important to him. Naturally, he does not want the Queen Mother to continue to target the Imperial Concubine, thus alienating the relationship between him and her.

He thought for a while, and finally nodded slowly.

"Okay, then let's make this agreement. Don't worry, mother. I will treat everyone equally and will not let the harem fall into fierce struggles for favors."

The Queen Mother finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with satisfaction.

The mother and son chatted for a while, and as it got dark, Qin Feiling said goodbye and left.

He left the Cining Palace and went directly to the Yuanchen Palace without any hesitation.

Zhou Lingge reclined on the bed, eyes closed, resting... She wore a light, thin white gauze dress, the window half-open... Her dress, as light and flowing as a cloud, swayed gently in the breeze. Her sleeves danced in the breeze, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin, adding a touch of mystery and allure. A light blue ribbon tied around her waist perfectly outlined her slender waist, accentuating her perfect curves.

The dim candlelight emitted a soft glow that fell all over her body...making her exude an otherworldly aura and an intoxicating beauty.

This scene seemed to have been conjured up from a painting... Qin Feiling stood at the entrance of the hall, his eyes filled with deep affection that could not be dissolved. He looked at her cautiously, holding his breath, and hardly dared to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the fairy who had descended from the fairyland.

Zhou Lingge was immersed in a dream, as if she had a nightmare. She couldn't help but groan and frowned.

Qin Feiling then walked over quickly, took off his shoes gently, and got on the bed... and carefully held the soft, warm and petite Zhou Lingge in his arms.

The moment he held her in his arms, his heart, which had been empty for many days, finally felt fulfilled.

Qin Feiling lowered his head and kissed her forehead with his thin lips: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhou Lingge's originally frowned brows miraculously relaxed when he smelled the faint fragrance on Qin Feiling's body.

She rubbed her little face against his chest gently, like a kitten acting coquettishly.

Qin Feiling couldn't help but chuckle, and his heart felt soft.

He lowered his head and held her lip with his thin lips.

The soft touch instantly made his heart confused.

He couldn't help but want to absorb more of the wonderful taste.

He gently pried her lips open and deepened the originally gentle kiss.

Their breaths intertwined, and he was confused and infatuated... He kissed her lips and whispered Zhou Lingge's name.

"song……"

"song!"

That night, Zhou Lingge was hugged tightly by Qin Feiling and fell into a deep sleep.

She slept soundly and did not have any nightmares that night.

Around the hour of Yin, Zhou Lingge suddenly woke up... It was still dark outside, and she could hear the sound of rain hitting the eaves.

A cool breeze blew in, ruffling the flowing bed curtains.

But she didn't feel cold at all. Her whole body was as warm as if she was in a furnace.

Zhou Lingge slowly opened her eyes. When she looked up, she saw Qin Feiling's sharp facial features. She was stunned and a dazed look appeared in her eyes.

She didn't know when she fell asleep last night, nor did she know when Qin Feiling came over.

She only knew that she seemed to be held by someone that night, and nightmares did not enter her dreams. She slept the most comfortable and sweetest night in these days.

Zhou Lingge felt complicated, she knew that all this was thanks to Qin Feiling.

It was he... who dispelled her nightmares and gave her a warm and comfortable sleep.

But this man...she doesn't belong to her!

It was impossible for him to sleep with her every night.

He couldn't always be by her side, she couldn't immerse herself in his warmth... and she couldn't develop any dependence on him.

Zhou Lingge's dazed eyes gradually became clear.

Her throat was a little dry...so she pushed Qin Feiling's chest and wanted to get up.

She moved slightly, and Qin Feiling, who was originally sleeping, woke up immediately.

He subconsciously held her waist.

Suddenly remembering that she was pregnant, he quickly let go.

He opened his eyes, kissed her cheek with his thin lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lingge replied: "I'm thirsty."

Qin Feiling's sleepiness faded away immediately. A smile flashed in his eyes. His thin lips moved down and landed on her lips, wanting to deepen the kiss: "Let me kiss you for a while, I'll go get you some water."

Zhou Lingge lowered her head, avoiding his touch and keeping a distance from him: "No, I will pour it myself and will not trouble Your Majesty."

She made a move to get out of bed.

Qin Feiling frowned, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Are you hiding from me?"

Zhou Lingge lowered her head: "I don't have any."

Qin Feiling's fingers pinched her chin tightly, forcing her to raise her head.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lingge's originally beautiful eyes were filled with crystal tears.

The moment she raised her head, crystal tears just happened to slide down from the corner of her eyes and slowly drip onto his fingertips.

Qin Feiling's heart trembled, and there was some panic in his eyes: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Zhou Lingge shook his head and said nothing.

But the tears did not stop, they kept falling drop by drop.

The sight of her silently shedding tears pierced Qin Feiling's heart.

His eyes were full of pity. He leaned close to her cheek and used his thin lips to wipe away the tears on her face bit by bit.

"Don't cry."

"My heart aches when you cry!"