Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, straightened his back even more.

"Your son is willing to be Mother's son, and only Mother. I was raised by Mother since I was a child, and I only love Mother."

Although the Fourth Prince Yinzhen knew that Consort Tong treated him differently from her own children.

However, compared to the Eighth Prince, he was already very good. Consort Tong would care for him regularly, and he had already met the standards of a foster mother.

The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, did not insist on anything; he would not mind as long as it was beneficial to him.

It wasn't until I grew up that I realized how foolish I was when I was a child, simply pursuing my mother's love.

Consort Tong was also very happy to hear this. Being her son was certainly better than being the son of that lowly Consort De, Uya.

She suspected that this time, the fact that she knew the news and that Xiao Shiwu caught a cold that night were both the work of that vile woman, Consort De, Uya.

She had already instructed someone to send a message to her father and brother outside the palace, asking them to thoroughly investigate who exactly was involved.

She felt that the people in the palace were not enough, and they couldn't find anything useful.

Consort Tong touched the face of the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, and found some scratches on the lower right side of his left cheek.

"What happened to your face? Who bullied you?"

Consort Tong was furious. She was still alive, yet she dared to bully the people in her Chengqian Palace.

The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, was in such a hurry to change his clothes that he didn't notice the scratches on his face. Only after being reminded did he realize that his left cheek was burning with pain.

"Mother, no one bullied me. I was just in a hurry when I came here and I tripped and fell on the way. I'm fine."