Do you think that since you have cooperated with the emperor, he will definitely protect your child? After all, you think you have the emperor's leverage, right?"

Zhang Qianqian was really dying of laughter. The prince had warned Liu Wanjun so much, but this fool still had her child taken away. She found that it was really a blessing that her Yun'er was not paid attention to. Liu Wanjun walked around the harem with her child every day, and now she was being retaliated against. She really deserved it.

"Zhang Qianqian, you don't have to be so proud. I'm the mistress of the East Palace. No one can stop me from doing what I want. How long do you think your little bastard can live? My father is the Prime Minister, and he has many disciples. Where can you hide your child? There are only a few places. I wonder how long you can be so proud."

Liu Wanjun shook her sleeves angrily, left the mourning hall, and went to the back to rest. Zhang Qianqian looked at the spirit tablets of the three children and sneered.

"You three are so unlucky to be born into a mother like this. I hope you can have a good family in your next life, with parents who love you."

Turning around and leaving the mourning hall, Zhang Qianqian saw the expressionless prince as she walked out the door. She twitched her lips, but still knelt down and saluted.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The Crown Princess is in the inner hall. I will take my leave now.

The prince didn't say anything, just nodded. He didn't know what to say. He had always treated Zhang Qianqian badly over the years, and suddenly he didn't know how to face this person who was also being plotted against.

Zhang Qianqian had no intention of talking to the prince and went straight back to her own Yimei Cottage. The princess in the room also heard Zhang Qianqian's greetings and felt a pang in her heart, but she still came out with hope.