I guess Marquis Zhenbei would be very happy to know that he has another grandson, right?
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Zhaoyang Palace.
Yang Guifei and the Eighth Prince and his mother had dinner together, after which Yang Guifei saw the Eighth Prince off from Zhaoyang Palace with a kind smile.
Back in the palace, Yang Ma, who had been Yang Guifei's personal maid for many years, brought out the freshly made jujube flower pastry from the kitchen.
Yang Guifei pinched a piece of jujube flower pastry and smiled.
"Bitong, I am glad that Jiang Li cured the terminally ill Seventh Prince. Otherwise, if Concubine Yun Shu heard that there was a second Seventh Prince outside the palace, she would be overjoyed."
Originally, she resented Jiang Li for agreeing to treat the Seventh Prince without consulting her, and for curing the Seventh Prince. But now she feels more grateful.
Fortunately, the seventh prince and the one outside the palace can form a pair of twins who have no right to inherit the throne.
But the resentment towards Jiang Li in her heart has not diminished much. Jiang Li once swore that he would appear by her side as long as she needed him.
But the year her Xiao Si was seriously ill, she sent people all over Da Xia but couldn't find him. In the end, she watched her Xiao Si lose his life.
"Zhuo Ting."
Yang Guifei crushed the piece of jujube flower pastry and called out a name while wiping her hands stained with the pastry crumbs with a handkerchief.
Then a masked man in black knelt on the ground silently, and Nanny Sun stood quietly beside him, like a background board.
"The one outside the palace cannot be touched. Concubine Yun Shu will probably take action against the one inside the palace. She has always been cruel and ruthless. I am a kind person and cannot bear to see the child suffer. Send someone to protect him."
"yes."
The man in black left, and Yang Guifei washed her hands and put on her exquisite armor again.
As the sun rose higher, rays of sunlight shone into the hall, and the broken gems on the armor sparkled with starlight.
Yang Guifei raised her hand and looked at the slender jade fingers she had grown in this life.
More than ten years of palace life made her forget the taste of love and buried her once sweet memories.
Compared with power, love is nothing.
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