The Emperor and Empress Sleep Together

Meng Siyu’s sickly pale face began to turn green.

Sheng Yanhuan! Sheng Yanhuan! She’d sent so many people to kill her, yet none had succeeded! Even worse, after that night, Kongchan Pavilion had vanished into thin air. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t contact them!

And ever since that night, she’d been stricken with a terrible illness, running a fever day after day. She felt a little better for only six to eight hours each day, and even the imperial physicians couldn’t say what was wrong with her.

She didn’t believe for a second that it had nothing to do with Sheng Yanhuan.

What forces stood behind Sheng Yanhuan?

Sheng Yanhuan’s lips curled slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with laughter.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Come...” The Emperor narrowed his long eyes slightly and reached for her hand.

Suddenly, Sheng Yanhuan’s expression shifted, and she turned her head to retch.

“Ugh—”...