The concubine lowered her head, and her hand holding the handkerchief was tight.

The emperor walked in and naturally stretched out his hand, Yuan Xiaoxiao glanced at the concubine, and lowered his head even tighter. The emperor frowned and coughed. Yuan Xiaoxiao cautiously stretched out his hand and grabbed the emperor's hand. The emperor tightened his hand and pulled Yuan Xiaoxiao up.

"It's cold, your illness hasn't healed yet, and you're tossing like this in the middle of the night. ......

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