Yuan Zhao felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat again, and his heart was pounding.
She actually did such a stupid thing? Raising a concubine's child? Earning a royal title for her?
Yuan Zhizhi's words helped Yuan Zhao regain some consciousness.
She grabbed the edge of the bed and felt dizzy.
Gan Tang helped her up, tears streaming down his face, heartbroken. "Madam, it's a good thing we've discovered it now and weren't kept in the dark forever."
Yuan Zhao leaned against the head of the bed with a dazed look in his eyes, breathing slightly.
Yes, fortunately, fortunately I was not kept in the dark, making wedding dresses for others and being poisoned to death in my dream.
She held herself up, closed her eyes slightly, and thought about what to do next.
"Gan Tang, is the little white tiger still there?"
As soon as it heard the call, Xiaobai jumped in from the window. Gan Tang seemed to see a figure through the open window, but when she looked again, there was no one outside. She thought she was dazzled.
Yuan Zhao looked at the little white tiger wagging its tail beside the bed, and then glanced at his little daughter lying beside him babbling.
It must be God's blessing that allowed her to find her precious daughter and hear her daughter's voice, so that she could know everything.
Now she still has many questions to answer, and several children depend on her. She cannot be depressed, she must cheer up and solve them one by one.
"Get ready for me, let's go to Songyan Hall and have a scene."
Now the only way to explain what happened last night and get Zhizhi back is to take the initiative.
Gan Tang nodded, then hesitated before saying, "But Madam, due to your frail health, the housekeeping power has always been in the hands of the old lady..."
Yuan Zhao sneered. Yes, for so many years, he had no real power in this family.
Thinking of something, she got out of bed, tried her best to keep her balance, walked to the dressing mirror, and took out a dusty rosewood box that had been put away in the closet.
Opening the box, she took out something from inside and rubbed it in her palm.
"I haven't used this in this house for many years."
Gan Tang looked at the gold and jade token in her hand and felt his eyes warm.
Such a good princess was tortured into this state.
The Wei family members are not good people!
"If the old lady still wants to keep up appearances, she won't make a big deal out of it."
Gan Tang nodded heavily: "Yes, Madam, I will wash and groom you!"
Yuan Zhao waved his hands, feeling as if all the strength in his body had been drained away: "Don't call me Madam anymore, just call me Your Highness."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
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Outside Fengqiyuan, a thin figure emerged from the bushes. It was Yuan Nanan.
She wanted to walk towards her own yard, but she staggered and almost fell into the snow.
Daddy? Having a mistress?
Didn’t Daddy always love Mom the most?
She has lost her voice and cannot speak in the past two years, but her father has always loved her since she was a child.
Who in Yangzhou didn't envy her for having a father who was a prefect and a mother who was a princess? They all said that her father and mother were a perfect match, a loving couple.
They also say that Dad has been devoted to Mom for so many years and has never had a concubine.
But my dad actually has a mistress, how is that possible?
But she had no choice but to believe it, because she had just heard the conversation between her mother and Gan Tang clearly outside the main house.
After her voice became hoarse, her hearing became extra sharp, and she must not make any mistakes.
No wonder mother looks so unhappy, no wonder father always says he is too busy with official business to come home.
Especially in the past two years, my mother looked dazed after my third brother disappeared, and my father came home less and less frequently.
She just felt numb all over.
And what she heard, that her grandmother was going to leave her little sister outside to freeze to death?
Was her voice also made hoarse by her grandmother's poison?
But why?
Aren’t she and her younger sister the grandmother’s biological granddaughters?
After a long time, she stood up when a maid outside called "Second Miss" looking for her.
Her thin body swayed in the cold wind, but she clenched her fists, as if she had made some kind of determination.
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[Mom, I want to go too! I want to watch you fight the old witch!]
Yuan Zhizhi chattered away, waving his hands and kicking his feet excitedly.
After Yuan Zhao dressed and washed up, he looked at his little daughter, whose complexion had recovered a little, and felt comforted.
She didn't dare let her little daughter out of her sight, so she picked up Yuan Zhizhi and wrapped her up to prevent her from catching a cold.
The group of people headed towards Songyan Hall in a mighty procession.
The old lady had just woken up at this hour and was drinking bird's nest wine by the fireplace.
I was very surprised to hear the servant report that Yuan Zhao came to pay his respects.
As she spoke, Yuan Zhao had already entered the house and shook off the snow on her cloak.
The old lady looked at her with a kind smile and said, "Oh, didn't I tell you to take good care of it? What if you fall on the road in this heavy snow?"
Yuan Zhao looked closely at the old lady's expression, and only now realized that there was actually no smile in her eyes.
She sat down calmly. The room was extremely warm with the stove and floor heating, just like spring.
But they threw her little girl into a pile of debris in the snow and left her to die.
Will you let Zhizhi die and then let her raise the concubine's child?
Dream your own dreams.
Yuan Zhao ignored the old lady's words, which embarrassed her. However, she still asked in a friendly manner, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Yuan Zhao nodded: "Thanks to mother's care, my daughter-in-law slept very soundly."
If it weren't for Zhizhi, she wouldn't have known that they had such vicious hearts to let her die in her sleep.
She turned to look at the nanny beside the old lady and asked, "Madame Cui, bring the young lady here for me to see."
The old lady and Aunt Cui looked at each other for a moment, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across their faces.
What did she know? She came here specifically to find me?
But the old lady was very calm and continued, "You haven't recovered yet. You should listen to the doctor's advice and take good care of yourself. Zhizhi is still asleep. Don't pass on your illness to the child."
The old lady's words were in a tone that did not allow for argument. She had been using this excuse to shirk responsibility these days.
Yuan Zhao always agreed for the sake of the children.
Aunt Cui also immediately agreed, "Yes, madam, the young lady is still sleeping."
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