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Chapter 840: Startling Heart Mingyu 52

Emperor Kangxi looked at his three sons kneeling on the ground with a gloomy face. After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Are you forcing me?"

The Thirteenth Prince kowtowed and said, "I dare not, but I beg Your Majesty to understand that Ruoxi did not intend to offend."

Fourteenth Prince Yinzhen has always been on good terms with Ruoxi, and at this moment he was extremely anxious: "Father, Ruoxi is used to speaking without restraint, and she has no ill intentions!"

The tenth prince Yinzhen stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "Father, fifty strokes of the cane is already a severe punishment. Ruoxi is weak, how can she endure the bitter cold of the Ministry of Punishment?"

Kangxi snorted coldly, "I don't know when it will be your turn to make decisions in the palace! She is disrespectful to her superiors and has no regard for the inferiors. What's wrong with me punishing her?"

He swung his sleeves violently and pointed at the Thirteenth Prince angrily: "Old Thirteenth Prince, you have always been calm and self-possessed. Now, for a little palace maid, you dare to question me like this?"

Thirteenth Prince Yinxiang lowered his head and said firmly, "Father, I dare not question you. I just beg you to look carefully. Ruoxi is sincere and has no ill intentions."

"With all sincerity? Without any ill intentions?"

Kangxi laughed in anger: "She cursed the imperial concubine to die early. Is this her sincerity? I think she is tired of living!"

Yinzhen was sweating profusely and said quickly, "Father, Ruoxi just... just spoke without restraint, she didn't..."

"You speak without restraint?!" Kangxi interrupted him, his voice as cold as ice.

"There is no room for such outspoken people in my palace!"

Outside the Qianqing Palace, the Thirteenth Prince, the Fourteenth Prince, and the Tenth Prince all knelt in front of the palace, motionless. The dark yellow light of the sky sprinkled through the eaves of the blue brick roof, and the warmth was completely shattered into the bitter silence.

Kangxi stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly narrowed and his expression covered with a layer of frost.

The third son who had just knelt in front of him dared to speak out in defense of Maertai Ruoxi and even resorted to provocation to soften his heart. How could he, the emperor, not be angry?

"It's really lawless!" Kangxi's voice was low and sharp, piercing the silence around the dragon throne. He picked up the teacup on the imperial desk and put it down heavily. The hot tea overflowed and wet a memorial.

The dark clouds outside the window seemed to match his uncontrollable anger. The teacup beside the desk was bone-chillingly cold, and no one had touched it for a long time.

Several princes were still kneeling outside the palace. Their shadowy figures, unable to get up, were visible through the carved window lattices, which made him frown even more.

Hearing the sound of gentle footsteps, Kangxi did not even turn his head. The visitor gently placed the teacup on the table beside him, and the fragrant hot steam rose up, as if to dispel the chill in the room.

"Your Majesty, please have some tea." Mingyu's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, refreshing. She was wearing a smoky purple palace dress with narrow sleeves, which made her skin look whiter than snow, and her black hair made her look more elegant and refined. Her every move was full of charm, which formed a sharp contrast with the stubborn figures of the princes kneeling outside the palace.

Kangxi's eyes stayed on her for a moment before he slowly walked to the table and sat down, picking up the tea she had brewed and taking a sip. The fragrance of the tea was refreshing and sweet, like a stream of clear water flowing into his heart, washing away the pent-up anger in his heart.

"Mingyu, you're here." Kangxi's voice softened a little, with a hint of imperceptible doting.

Mingyu smiled gently, her eyes moving and her gaze shining: "I saw that Your Majesty hasn't had tea for a long time, so I thought of brewing a pot and sending it to you."

As she spoke, she picked up the teapot again and filled his cup.

Kangxi looked at her quietly, his eyes deep, as if he wanted to suck her in. The hall was silent for a while, with only the subtle sound of tea pouring.

Mingyu smiled slightly, holding the teacup in both hands, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I came here today to bring you good news."

"Oh? What's the good news?" There was some interest in his eyes, but he was not in a hurry to reveal the answer. He just asked in a calm tone.

Mingyu did not respond directly, but smiled gently, lowered her head and handed the teacup to him, avoiding his gaze. That slightly cunning smile seemed to hide some secret, which made the good news seem to have whetted his appetite.

"Your Majesty, please guess." She raised her eyes, with a hint of mischief in them, and it seemed as if the corners of her lips contained the brightness of spring in the entire palace.

"Are you testing me?" He put down the teacup, raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of doting helplessness in his eyes.

"First you coaxed me into drinking tea, and now you're throwing riddles at me. Mingyu, you're getting bolder and bolder."

Mingyu covered her mouth and chuckled, her tone light and graceful: "Your Majesty is wise and powerful, there is no problem that he can't solve, how could he not figure out my little thoughts?"

Kangxi was amused by her witty words, and his smile grew wider. He pondered for a moment, pretending to be thinking deeply, then tapped the table and said as a matter of course: "It must be someone in the palace who praised you again. Do you think I can't guess?"

Mingyu couldn't help but burst out laughing when she heard this: "Your Majesty, your guess is quite common. When have I ever bothered you to think about such a trivial matter?"

Kangxi was amused by Mingyu's mysterious look, and his anger just now dissipated. He stretched out his hand and gently scratched Mingyu's nose, saying in a doting tone: "What are you up to, little girl?"

Mingyu winked playfully, her eyes moving and her gaze shining: "How dare I have any evil ideas? I just want to give the emperor a surprise."

"Oh? What's the surprise? Tell me about it." Kangxi asked with interest, with anticipation in his eyes.

Mingyu deliberately kept it a secret, leaning close to Kangxi's ear and whispering, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that I am pregnant with twins."

Kangxi stood up suddenly, and the hem of his dragon robe swept across the ground, making a rustling sound.

He held Mingyu's shoulders tightly with both hands, and the force was so strong that he almost embedded her in his arms. In his deep eyes, there was an indescribable excitement and joy, like fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky, dazzling and bright.

"Twins? Are you...are you sure?" Kangxi's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of disbelief.

Mingyu was actually pregnant with twins. This sudden surprise made him feel dazed for a moment, as if he was in a dream.

Mingyu frowned in pain, but did not struggle. She looked up at Kangxi, her eyes full of smiles, as gentle as spring water: "I dare not deceive the emperor, what the imperial physician said after taking my pulse is absolutely true."

Kangxi was so excited that he could not express it in words. He hugged Mingyu tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. His chest rose and fell, hitting Mingyu's forehead again and again. She could clearly feel his strong heartbeat, which was as deafening as the beating of a drum.