novelraw Chapter 163 Can't You Live Without Me?
Chapter 163 Can't You Live Without Me?
Xiao Yan felt a burning sensation all over his body. His Adam's apple bobbed, but his expression remained serious as he replied in a deep voice, "No."
"Have you forgotten what happened last time?"
"But I can't sleep."
If she hadn't been feeling so unwell, she wouldn't have kept bothering Xiao Yan.
Song Shuangning gently tapped his chest with her fingertip.
Xiao Yan sighed helplessly, but couldn't bear to refuse her.
"Just this once. No more trouble."
……
Despite his discomfort, Xiao Yan washed her and then rushed into the bathroom in a disheveled state.
Song Shuangning comfortably hugged her blanket and fell asleep.
I got up the next morning.
Tingyu smiled and leaned closer, asking softly, "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"
"His Majesty specifically instructed that if you feel unwell, you must immediately summon the imperial physician."
Song Shuangning's cheeks flushed slightly, and she replied softly, "It's nothing."
She recalled last night,
Could she be possessed by a ghost? Otherwise, why would she cling to the Emperor so tightly, insisting that he obey her every whim? She wouldn't have been like this before… but now that she's pregnant, it's like she's become a completely different person.
Recalling the events of the previous night, she blushed deeply with embarrassment.
Ok.
Restraint is necessary.
Xiao Yan did not come over tonight, but sent a message through Li Fuquan, saying that he was busy with official duties and would probably not have any free time for the next few days.
Upon hearing this, Song Shuangning simply responded with an indifferent "Oh".
She had thought that with the Emperor away, she could finally get a good night's sleep.
Just like last night, I felt a strange emptiness in my heart, as if a cat was scratching at it, and I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Song Shuangning stared at the top of the tent with despair in her eyes.
When did her desires become so strong?
When Tingyu came in after daybreak, she noticed the heavy dark circles under her eyes and was taken aback. "Why didn't Your Highness sleep all night?"
Song Shuangning said listlessly, "I can't sleep."
Seeing Song Shuangning's appearance, Tingyu assumed that she was having trouble sleeping because the Emperor was not present. She sighed and sent Tinglu to report to the Emperor.
Song Shuangning was listless and lacked energy. After drinking a bowl of bird's nest porridge, she lay down on the couch fully clothed and fell asleep.
Here.
Upon hearing Lu's reply, Xiao Yan was startled: "Didn't sleep a wink all night?"
Tinglu nodded and replied, "Your Majesty, Her Majesty has very dark circles under her eyes. She just rested after drinking bird's nest porridge."
Xiao Yan sighed sullenly.
How can this be good?
He asked the imperial physician, who said that it was only natural for pregnant women to be sentimental and passionate.
Previously, when the two shared a room, neither of them could sleep. But if they were separated, he could sleep well, but Ningning still couldn't fall asleep.
He couldn't decide whether he should be happy that Ningning was clinging to him or troubled by this dilemma.
*
Song Shuangning woke up after sleeping for two hours and immediately sent someone to invite Physician Zhang over. Although this matter was somewhat embarrassing to talk about, it had to be resolved.
As Doctor Zhang listened to her vague explanation, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. He carefully considered his words before explaining that this was a normal phenomenon.
Finally, Physician Zhang bowed again and said, "Your Majesty, I humbly request permission to inspect the living quarters in the palace, lest any other reason disturb Your Majesty's rest."
Song Shuangning nodded in agreement.
Physician Zhang examined everything with exceptional care, from the incense in the curtains and pillowcases to the tea on the table and the flowers and plants in the courtyard.
Song Shuangning asked anxiously, "How is it?"
Physician Zhang replied, "Your Majesty, everything is normal, there is nothing amiss."
Song Shuangning remained silent.
So it's because my hormones are fluctuating.
Out of concern for her, Xiao Yan still came to Yaohua Palace tonight.
Xiao Yan stroked her aggrieved face and teased, "Tell me, what should we do? Song Shuangning, do you think you can't live without me?"
Song Shuangning leaned against him and gave a muffled "hmm".
"Alright, my dear, I'll come and keep you company these next few days."
Even with Xiao Yan by her side, Song Shuangning still felt uncomfortable all over. The itch in her heart kept churning, and she just wanted to stick to him and cling to him. She almost wanted to hang limply on the emperor.
Xiao Yan was exasperated by her persistence; if this continued, neither of them would be able to sleep.
He leaned down, whispered something in Song Shuangning's ear, and said something that only the two of them could hear.
Song Shuangning's cheeks flushed slightly, and she only gave a soft "Mmm".
After that, Song Shuangning discovered that she had developed another problem—
My temper became exceptionally irritable, and when that restless energy surged up, I couldn't control myself at all.
Worse still, when the irritability kicks in, it can also cause general discomfort. Sometimes, as soon as I get upset, my vision goes black, the world spins, and I can't even stand up straight.
She also consulted several imperial physicians, but they all said it was because she couldn't sleep well every night, and nothing else.
The cicadas chirping outside the window were already quite noisy.
To Song Shuangning at this moment, it sounded like countless fine needles pricking her temples.
She gripped the edge of the rosewood table, her fingertips icy cold, her vision blurring, and her heart pounding.
A surge of restlessness welled up from her limbs and bones, making the veins on her temples throb.
Today, while listening to the rain and serving tea, she heard Song Shuangning suppress a muffled cough. She was worried and her steps faltered slightly.
With a tremor of his hand, the teacup shattered on the ground with a "clatter," shards of porcelain scattering everywhere.
Song Shuangning's brows furrowed suddenly, and her expression darkened.
"How can you be so clumsy! You can't even serve tea properly. Are you just here to cause trouble?"
Her voice carried an impatience she herself was unaware of; the pent-up frustration of the past few days surged up all at once, leaving her no room to restrain herself.
In the past, even if a palace maid accidentally broke an official kiln teacup, she would only gently say "It's alright".
This is the first time I've heard such harsh and stern words.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Tingyu froze, and all the palace servants were stunned, then knelt down in unison.
Song Shuangning herself was stunned. Looking at Tingyu's trembling shoulders, a trace of regret swept through her heart.
But the dizziness and discomfort lingered, and her regret was quickly overshadowed by annoyance. She simply waved her hand impatiently, "Get out of here!"
This was the first time Tingyu had been reprimanded so sternly by Song Shuangning. Her eyes instantly reddened, and she bit her lip to hold back her tears. After bowing and retreating, she hid behind a pillar outside the hall and began to sob.
When Tinglu saw this, she quickly went over and gently patted her back to comfort her, saying, "Don't cry. Her Majesty has been restless these past few days. She didn't mean to be harsh on you. Just be more careful next time."
Tingyu sniffed, choked back tears, and nodded.
The hall was quiet.
Song Shuangning gathered the snowball on her lap, gently stroking its snow-white down with her fingertips, but her mind was in turmoil: was this really the result of pregnancy hormones?
Is there no other reason?
Other pregnant women don't seem to be this irritable and easily angered, or prone to losing their temper.
Am I really becoming more and more dramatic?
Just as she was pondering this, the snowball in her arms suddenly broke free from her grasp and jumped to the ground with a "meow".
He darted to the window and squatted down next to the jasmine plant, refusing to move.
Song Shuangning frowned and gently stopped her, "Xuetuan, don't move."
Xue Tuan, who always listened to her, seemed not to hear her at all. She put her little head close to the flowerpot and sniffed it with her pink little nose.
Finally, it stretched out its claws and shoved the flowerpot hard.
With a crisp "clang," the celadon flowerpot fell to the ground, scattering soil and fallen petals all over the floor.
The sudden sound instantly reignited the restlessness in Song Shuangning's heart.
"Snowball! Why are you so disobedient?"
She clenched her fist tightly, her temples throbbing.
The palace maids who rushed over upon hearing the commotion were so frightened by the mess inside the hall that they dared not even breathe and hurriedly entered to clean up.
She glanced at the broken flowerpot and soil; under the sunlight, the soil even had a faint sheen of oil.
"Wait a minute," Song Shuangning suddenly said.
She got up and walked to the mess, leaned closer to sniff, and smelled the delicate fragrance of jasmine.
She picked up a handful of soil, brought it close to her nose, and smelled it; there was a faint, pungent odor.