Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

Chapter 157 Listen to the corner

The executioner was terrified, sweating profusely. He cursed inwardly: "Why did this damned thing betray me? He's asking for trouble, why did he have to drag him down with him?"

Jiang Qingyan's eyes turned increasingly bloodshot. Even though the executioner didn't speak, his reaction proved that what Shen Lun had said was true...

She loosened her grip slightly, walked to the side of a prison warden, swiftly drew the sword from his waist, and headed straight for the abyss.

Chen Lun narrowed his eyes and calmly said, "Little Emperor, don't blame me for not warning you, you'll regret killing me."

Jiang Qingyan raised her sword, pointing it at Chenlun's chest, and said coldly, "Regret? Ha, my biggest regret is that I didn't kill you back then! That's why you had the chance to defile my Chenyuan!"

Chenlun chuckled lightly, "If you had killed me back then, would you still have the chance to stand here? Don't forget, it was my prescription that saved your life."

Jiang Qingyan slightly turned the sword and plunged it directly into Chenlun's shoulder, angrily saying, "You're wrong! I'd rather die of illness than let you defile my Chenyuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the longsword was pulled out, and blood seeped out onto the ground.

Chen Lun quickly clutched his shoulder, sweating profusely from the pain. Seeing Jiang Qingyan thrust her sword at him again, he hurriedly said, "Wait! Don't you want to know why I said you would regret killing me?"

Jiang Qingyan asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

Chenlun gasped for breath and said, "The plague is highly contagious, but the reaction is slow. Your men are so close to you, they must have already been infected by now."

Seeing Jiang Qingyan's thoughtful expression, Chen Lun continued, "You're the one who came to see me today. Your junior brother must have left you long ago. Since he's gone, I'm the only one with the prescription. The plague is raging; if they don't take the antidote in time, then…"

Jiang Qingyan clenched her fist, raised her sword, and stabbed him in the thigh. She said coldly, "Bullshit! Shen Yuan will not leave me! My men will all be fine!"

Although she said that, she still felt a little uneasy.

Jiang Qingyan threw the sword to the ground, glared at Chen Lun, and then turned around and quickly returned to Chaoyang Palace.

Along the way, Jiang Qingyan's thoughts became increasingly chaotic...

She understood "epidemics," diseases that are not easily cured even in modern times, let alone in ancient times with extremely low levels of medical care...

Mo Ting and the others look no different from ordinary people now, probably because they practice martial arts regularly and are physically strong.

But if the incubation period has passed...

The more Jiang Qingyan thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace...

When Jiang Qingyan saw Mo Ting watering the flowers in the yard, she rushed over and hugged him tightly, asking worriedly, "Mo Ting, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Mo Ting gently stroked Jiang Qingyan's head and whispered, "I'm fine... What's wrong, my husband?"

Jiang Qingyan choked up, saying, "Shenlun said that you've all been infected with the plague by me... I'm so scared..."

Mo Ting's hand paused slightly, but he still gently reassured Jiang Qingyan, "Husband, don't be afraid, we are both in good health and won't catch the disease..."

Jiang Qingyan slowly raised her moist eyes and asked, "Really? You really won't get infected by me?"

Mo Ting nodded seriously, "No, we will both stay healthy and stay with our husbands for the rest of our lives."

At this moment, Liang Cheng slowly walked over with lunch, and the others followed closely behind.

Seeing that her men were all strong and healthy, Jiang Qingyan gradually felt relieved. She figured that Chen Lun was just afraid of dying and was only saying those things to scare her...

Yes... that must be it...

Jiang Qingyan took a deep breath, and after her emotions had completely calmed down, she walked up to the group with a slight smile and touched each of their chests.

After a moment, she nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm...not bad...your pectoral muscles are quite large, you should keep working out!"

Upon hearing this, everyone replied earnestly, "Yes, my husband!"

Jiang Qingyan smiled slightly, "Alright! A full stomach is good for your health! Let's go inside and eat!"

As everyone entered the room, Jiang Qingyan caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a corner of clothing peeking out from outside the hall.

She walked out of the hall in confusion, only to see Xiao Yan leaning against the palace wall, seemingly lost in thought.

Jiang Qingyan gently patted his shoulder and chuckled, "Oh ho, is Commander Xiao eavesdropping?"

Xiao Yan was startled by her sudden appearance. He snapped back to his senses and said awkwardly, "No... I just... I just..."

Jiang Qingyan stepped forward, facing Xiao Yan's face directly, and slowly leaned closer. "But what?"

Their faces were so close that Xiao Yan could clearly feel Jiang Qingyan's hot breath, causing his heart to race slightly...

Seeing his increasingly rosy cheeks, Jiang Qingyan teased, "Could it be that Commander Xiao wants to join us?"

Suddenly having his thoughts exposed, Xiao Yan became even more embarrassed. He lowered his eyes and said, "This subordinate didn't..."

Jiang Qingyan moved closer and closer, finally kissing Xiao Yan on the lips…

His ears started to burn from being teased...

A surge of emotion welled up in Xiao Yan's heart. The Emperor... she actually kissed him...

When Jiang Qingyan didn't return to the room for a long time, Mo Ting anxiously came looking for her.

Seeing the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, Mo Ting guessed what was going on. He said calmly, "Since Commander Xiao has come, please come in and have a meal with your husband."

Xiao Yan was startled upon hearing this. The Empress... was actually so magnanimous...

Jiang Qingyan smiled and took Mo Ting's hand, walking back. Seeing that Xiao Yan didn't follow, she turned back and beckoned to him with her finger, "What are you standing there for? Still planning to eavesdrop outside?"

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and quickly followed him inside.

Since Shen Yuan was no longer there, the spot and the bowl and chopsticks became Xiao Yan's.

Everyone tacitly understood and didn't ask any further questions.

They all knew their husbands too well; given Xiao Yan's looks, it was only a matter of time before he sat at this table.

After lunch, Jiang Qingyan solemnly addressed the crowd: "Shen Yuan has gone into hiding because of some things. If you have nothing else to do during the day, could you help me look for him?"

Not only for myself, but also for them…

If they were to actually all contract the disease, it would truly be a catastrophe…