But he still waited until Zhao Cong was sent to the post station before leaving.
Zhao Cong got off the carriage but did not leave. Instead, he turned around as if waiting for something. The officials looked curiously and saw that a masked woman came out of the carriage. She had her hair tied up in a bun like an ordinary woman. It was not clear in the dark, but there were some silver threads in her hair, so she must be quite old.
The officials became even more curious. They originally thought that the prince was on a business trip and had a fleeting romance, but looking at the old woman, it didn't seem like that.
The old woman had a slim figure, a slender waist, and was wearing a plain robe. She stood on the carriage, slightly bent. The prince's hand was already stretched out in front of her, and the old woman put her hand on it. The hand was slender and smooth like that of a young girl. The only flaw was that it was a little dark.
The prince helped the old woman down, then turned around with his hands behind his back, showing the posture of a crown prince. The old woman, on the other hand, lowered her head slightly, looking a little respectful.
The prince walked in front and the old woman walked behind.
When the officials saw the person leave, they curiously went to ask the accompanying guards and learned that the old woman was the nanny sent by His Majesty to serve the prince. The prince took pity on her old age and allowed her to ride with him.
After hearing these words, everyone was no longer surprised to see the old woman and the prince enter the same room again. If it was a nanny, she would have to serve him.
The door was closed. Before closing, the prince said, "Bring me a basin of water to wash my feet!"
"Yes, I obey your command!"
The door creaked shut.
The next second, the prince was hit hard on the head.
The prince cried out, covered his head, frowned, looked at the old woman with her arms folded behind him, and said weakly, "Mother, please be gentle!"
"If I don't beat you to death, it's because my motherly love is overflowing. You little wall lamp, you're firing at a crow's nest! Pah!" The old woman waved her hand and slapped her palm again, making it burn. "Hit me! Pah!"
The prince covered his head and ran around like a monkey, wailing, "Mother, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong!"
"You've been beating me all the way..."
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