Chapter 258: Chapter 257 ExtremeSuxi sat in the carriage, cradling her three-month-old daughter.


    The daughter was named by the Emperor himself, called Sang Yuan, with the nickname "Tuanyuan."


    According to what Sang Kun had said, the Emperor valued her highly, so he wanted her brought over.


    But the fact was the Emperor had long forgotten.


    He didn’t mention the daughter at all.


    The daughter was still young, a heavy sleeper; being held like this, especially in a strange environment, must not be comfortable for her, waking and sleeping intermittently, fussing for quite a while.


    She was soothing her when she heard Ms. Lin’s voice.


    Her mood had been alright, but now it dissipated.


    As for Sang Jue, she still didn’t care to bother with him.


    Even though she had given birth to her daughter.


    Yet Yu Pochuan was still in his hands.


    For his sake, she could only compromise, "The Empress hasn’t met Yuan’er yet, let’s go into the palace together so she can meet her. Maybe she will like her."


    As if hearing her own name, the infant in the swaddle made a few noises and even reached out to grab her mother’s hair.


    Sang Jue, hearing his wife’s words, fell into thought: Would Sang Yan like his Yuan’er, after what he had done?


    Thinking this, he glanced at his daughter, her plump and tender cheeks, her red pouting lips, exceptionally beautiful and cute; he adored her immensely every time he saw her.


    So, as Yuan’er’s aunt, she would probably like her too, right?


    "Let’s go. Your sister doesn’t have children, bringing the child might even bring about a child for her." Sear?h the N??elFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Having said this, Sang Kun amused himself: If Sang Yan truly had a child, the future of the Sang Family would be secured!


    Sang Jue didn’t think so deeply, but he nodded, "Hmm, let’s enter the palace."


    He helped his mother into his father’s carriage.


    He then shared a carriage with his wife.


    The two carriages headed towards the Imperial Palace.


    Sang Yan was unaware of all this, lifting the curtain of the carriage, looking at the empty streets outside.


    It was autumn.


    The coolness had arrived too.


    The streets under the moonlight looked desolate, as if covered with a layer of frost.


    She watched for a while, then let the curtain fall and burrowed into He Ying’s embrace.


    As long as she was by his side, she felt a warm comfort inside.


    "Xinyuan, thank you."


    She was thanking him for allowing her family to enter the palace.


    "Ah Yan, don’t thank me. Anything I do for you is what I should do."


    He tenderly smiled, brushed aside her bangs, kissed her forehead, and continued, "You’ve been separated from your family for so long, and I’ve been away from the palace for many days, there must be many things accumulated that need attention; it will be busy for a while. Once your parents enter the palace, let your mother stay longer, having her talk with you will also put my mind at ease."


    "Mmm. Okay."


    Sang Yan, in a good mood, leaned in and gave him a kiss.


    He Ying certainly wouldn’t easily let her go, holding her chin, the kissing seemed endless.


    Sang Yan nearly suffocated.


    "Okay, okay."


    She pushed against his chest, truly overwhelmed by his passion.


    He Ying was pushed away, let go of her, then remembered something: "Right, Ah Yan, there’s another piece of good news I forgot to tell you."


    It was seeing the Sang Family that reminded him that Sang Yan had become an aunt, that there was a little niece now.


    Sang Yan was still unaware of this and looked puzzled, "What good news?"


    He Ying didn’t tease her, and directly said, "Suxi had a baby, a daughter. I granted her the name, Sang Yuan, with the nickname Tuanyuan, meaning—"


    "Wait—"


    Sang Yan interrupted his enthusiastic flow, wide-eyed with astonishment: "A baby? Suxi had a baby? Hadn’t she left the Sang Family?"


    There had been too many people earlier, she hadn’t noticed Suxi’s presence.


    So, she misunderstood: "Did you guys snatch her baby back?"


    A child being away from its mother was truly pitiful.


    "No. Not that."


    He Ying smiled and explained, "She reconciled with your brother."


    Hearing this, Sang Yan impulsively asked, "Really?"


    She felt something was amiss, why had Suxi returned to Sang Jue’s side?


    Suddenly, an idea crossed her mind.


    "It was you who let Suxi come back."


    Sang Yan’s tone was very certain.


    He Ying’s expression stiffened, and he smiled helplessly, "When will you be less clever? I really can’t hide anything from you."


    "You’re too reckless."


    Sang Yan was very emotional, but after her outburst, she felt her attitude was not right and softened her voice, "What exactly happened? Why did you let her come back? She and Yu Pochuan were also a couple who shared weal and woe, and deeply loved each other. To separate them like this, sigh..."


    As a woman, she sympathized with Suxi.


    Being with a man she did not love was truly painful.


    He Ying knew she was pure-hearted and cared about her family, and after thinking it over, he still did not disclose the foolish thing Sang Jue had done.


    "After you disappeared, your brother had some trouble and really needed her. Seeing him so pitiful, I had someone bring her back."


    He beautified the process and told a kind lie, "It was voluntary for her to stay."


    Sang Yan listened quietly, always feeling something was off, "What happened to Sang Jue?"


    "What else could it be?"


    He Ying had not forgiven Sang Jue, and his tone carried dislike, "Your brother’s nature, unrequited love drove him to extremes."


    He was not exactly lying; Sang Jue, in order to force him to bring Suxi back, had secretly helped Jiang Ke and betrayed his own sister, was that not driven to extremes by unrequited love?


    Sang Yan: "..."


    She believed his words.


    She had long seen that Sang Jue was a madman!


    "So Suxi softened her heart?"


    She followed He Ying’s words and came to this conclusion.


    Seeing her believe him, He Ying naturally nodded, "Human emotions are very complex. She hates Sang Jue, but during the time she lost her memory, she regarded Sang Jue as her own husband and developed some feelings for him; it’s not impossible."


    This was also why he was so eager to bring Sang Yan back, even going to Puluo Island with just a few people.


    Qi Wuya also had the same madness as Sang Jue.


    He feared Qi Wuya would forcefully take Sang Yan and feared that as time passed, she would develop feelings and her heart would waver towards him.


    Fortunately, Sang Yan’s heart was firmer than he had imagined.


    Unaware of He Ying’s thoughts, Sang Yan fell silent for a while, then sighed lightly, "In a love triangle, everyone is a pitiable person."


    *


    Yuesang Palace


    Sang Ruoshui reclined on the couch, her slender willow eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with irritability.


    "Someone, bring tea."


    She sat up and called for tea.


    A palace attendant immediately handed her a cup of tea.


    She took a sip, found it too hot, became angry, and threw it to the ground, "Idiot! Are you trying to burn me to death?"


    The palace maid was so scared she immediately knelt on the ground, knocking her head and begging for mercy, "Lady, please calm your anger. Lady, please calm your anger."


    Sang Ruoshui’s anger was not quenched, she stood up, kicked her, and scolded, "What use are you? Useless! Useless!"


    After scolding for a while without calming down, and becoming increasingly irritated by the sight of her, she snapped, "Why are you still kneeling? You idiot, go see if Xiangxiu has returned!"


    Xiangxiu was tasked with monitoring when the Emperor would return to the Imperial Palace.


    Knowing that the Lady was also irritable because of the Emperor, the palace maid immediately got up and ran out.


    The room returned to silence.


    In the silence, Sang Ruoshui became even more irritable and couldn’t help but walk towards the entrance of the palace.


    She had heard that the Emperor was returning to Du, and had been looking forward to it for several days, even waiting at the entrance of the Imperial Palace for the past two days, but had not seen the Emperor.


    So foolish.


    The other concubines in the palace were all laughing at her.


    She was also tired of waiting; even though she received a letter from her father today saying the Emperor had arrived, she did not go, thinking it was unreliable, but still hoping, with her body in the palace but her heart outside, having sent someone early to watch the palace gate.


    The Emperor was definitely coming back.


    If not today, then tomorrow.


    What about Sang Yan?


    Had she returned?


    A widow abducted by bandits was already dishonored; now she probably could not become the Empress anyway.


    And now it was Sang Ruoshui’s opportunity, and it might finally be coming.