Elegant Palace.
“Pah—”
The exquisite teacup shattered with a sound.
The fragments and tea splashed onto the man in black in the center of the hall. All the palace maids knelt silently on the ground, and the woman in palace dress at the top was full of anger.
"Asshole! Didn't that bitch Su Yun say that she poisoned that little guy to death and watched him die with her own eyes? Why is she in the capital now?"
No one dared to answer.
The only one who dared to look directly at the woman in palace dress was the young man sitting below. His expression was extremely cold and his emotions were stable, no longer showing the resentment and anger he had a few years ago.
Perhaps it was because he had already recognized what kind of person his mother was.
Now that he heard that his mother had tried to poison her own son, he didn't find it strange at all.
In order to obtain the title of auspicious sign and a prince with the right to inherit the throne, his mother was willing to harm her own son.
Compared to the young man outside the palace who was not sure whether he was his brother or his younger brother, he was the lucky one. At least he was not poisoned as soon as he was born.
"You guys should talk!"
Concubine Yun Shu roared angrily, and then a cry of "Your Majesty, please calm down" was heard in the Xian'ya Palace. With a bang, another teacup fell to the ground.
One of the palace maids was unfortunately scratched on the face by broken porcelain pieces. A few drops of blood dripped to the ground, but she didn't even dare to feel angry.
Concubine Yun Shu's chest heaved violently as she pointed at the man in black and said, "Go, kill him! He shouldn't be alive in this world. Xiao Qi is my only son."
The Seventh Prince inadvertently saw a few drops of blood on the ground, and a sarcastic sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his fingertips gestured with the cloud pattern on his robe in a bored manner.
What do you mean he is the only son in this life? That sounds nice, but it still means he can’t have other sons.
When you discovered that his frailty could not be cured, didn’t you always want to have another son?
The seventh prince looked expressionlessly at the extremely ugly woman in palace dress. Unfortunately, God knew that she had committed many sins and was unwilling to give her another child.
If there were other princes in this elegant palace, he would not be sitting here now, and this woman would not ask him to come every few days to cultivate feelings.
Seeing the black-clad man with great martial arts skills who could walk freely in the palace leave, the Seventh Prince had no reaction. He just silently prayed in his heart for the fellow brother he had never met.
"Xiao Qi, you are my only son."
Facing the Seventh Prince, Concubine Yun Shu put away her previous arrogance and her facial expression changed rapidly, making her look like a gentle and kind mother.
The Seventh Prince nodded indifferently. His years of life experience told him that it was best not to refute this woman when she was sick.
Listening to the woman's pretended gentle voice, the Seventh Prince couldn't understand why his father had doted on this fake woman for more than ten years.
The Seventh Prince had heard Concubine Yun Shu's chatter many times. It was nothing more than how good she was to him, how worried she was about him, and how she took care of him.
In the past two years, this woman has been saying the same things over and over again, and his ears are almost callused from hearing them.
As he listened, he suddenly became distracted, and his mind completely drifted outside the palace.
——What kind of person is that brother whom I have never met?
Growing up in a scholarly family, he must be a talented person, and he himself is good at writing poetry. When he comes back, they can write poetry together.
They are twins, so they must be compatible in this regard.
I heard that he has an older brother and a younger brother. Did his family treat him well after they adopted him?
By the way, he vomited blood for no reason, so his health must not be very good. Could it be a disease he brought from the womb?
Also, will he like me?
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Time passed little by little, and the sky was covered with a layer of darkness. When Yan Guangyi returned home, there was no expression on his face, and he felt like a huge rock was pressing on his heart.
When he got off the carriage at the gate of the mansion, he noticed some suspicious people outside the mansion. Not knowing who they were, he couldn't help but clench his fists.
Rumors spread quickly in the capital. When Yan Guangyi was busy at the Ministry of Works, he noticed that his colleagues were looking at him strangely, and he became suspicious.
He had good interpersonal relationships in the Ministry of Works, so he randomly asked someone and found out that his second son looked exactly like the seventh prince.
At first he thought he had misheard. How could his well-behaved son be related to the prince?
He didn't believe it until he heard that the Prince of Chu said in person that his son looked like the Seventh Prince, and that the Sixth Prince drew a portrait of the Seventh Prince that looked exactly like his son.
Then he tried desperately to find the Seventh Prince's face in his memory, but found that no one matched.
Yan Guangyi then discovered that there were so many rumors about the Seventh Prince in the court, but he had never seen the Seventh Prince in person.
After asking his colleagues, he found that only a few people had seen the Seventh Prince. The Seventh Prince was like a person living in legend.
Yan Guangyi hurried back home, and when he saw someone he asked where his wife was, and where the eldest and second young masters were, and then he learned that the family had gathered together to eat hot pot.
Um?
Eat hot pot?
Yan Guangyi was confused. It was already so late, and they were still in the mood to eat hotpot?
He walked into the door with doubts in his heart. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Yan Luo, with bright eyes, beckoned him to sit down: "Dad, Dad, come and sit down. Come and try the hot pot soup that our cook has just made."
“…”
A pair of chopsticks was stuffed into Yan Guangyi's hand, and he was still in shock. He didn't understand why his family members were so careless when the situation was so critical.
Yan Xi: "Dad, eat quickly, hot pot tastes better when it's hot."
Okay, let’s eat first as a token of respect.
Let’s talk about what happens next later.
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