Chapter 182 The weather is cold and Zheng Po

"Your Majesty, this person is not my brother. He...he is an impostor. My brother...my brother will never rebel..., you..."

Concubine Zheng Guifei looked at the man sitting on the high platform, her breathing intermittent, and she spoke with great difficulty.

She knew very early on that her brother had ulterior motives, but despite admonishing him for many years, he never took her words to heart.

Now, someone has entered the palace pretending to be her brother. I don’t know if that is her brother’s strategy or if he has taken the lead over her.

She knew that His Majesty would never even look at her again in his life. After today, her honor would no longer exist. Now... the only thing she could do was to use her life to clear her brother of suspicion.

Emperor Wenzong of Chu glanced at Concubine Zheng Guifei several times, but eventually turned his gaze away from her.

soon.

Fan Chengfeng, the leader of the Yulin Army, came to report: "Your Majesty, all the traitors have been killed, their followers have been successfully controlled, and the entire Zheng family has been arrested."

After the counterfeit Zheng Wanba fell down on the field, Zhao Yi walked over and rubbed his face, successfully tearing off a human skin mask.

After everyone saw the man's appearance clearly, many people present took a breath of cool air.

"Someone actually pretended to be General Zheng and plotted treason?"

"Who is this person? Why does he have such a wolfish ambition?"

"Strange, why do I feel that this person is somewhat familiar?"

…

After hearing that they were safe, the officials who had been trembling with fear slowly came to their senses and began to study the dead bodies on the field.

"Your Majesty, this man is the first military advisor under General Zheng. However... he looks familiar to me. He looks a bit like Xuan Lingzi, the abbot of Qingyun Temple who was sentenced to death five years ago."

Jiang Li looked at the man carefully, then walked over and spoke slowly.

"Xuan Lingzi? Yes! I was wondering why he looked so familiar!"

"I also remember that Xuan Lingzi was extremely ugly, and he wanted to trick Your Majesty into taking the elixir he made, claiming that it could bring immortality."

"I haven't seen him for many years, but he is actually involved with General Zheng. But General Zheng has been replaced, so does he have any ulterior motives?"

…

The ministers continued to discuss.

Emperor Wenzong of Chu finally spoke up when he saw the right moment: "Today's affairs have come to an end. The palace banquet is over. You may return home now. I will send the Yulin Army to clear the way for you, so you don't have to worry."

Seeing the crowds leaving the stadium one by one, Cui Zhaoan raised his eyes and looked towards Chu Wenzong.

"Your Majesty, the crisis has been resolved. Tomorrow..."

Chu Wenzong pursed his lips and gently held the person in his arms.

"Don't worry, An'er. Tomorrow... I will ask the Jiang family to send our son back in advance. I will announce our son's identity at the morning court."

"good."

Cui Zhaoan nodded, with red eyes.

Waited for so long.

It's not bad.

She finally waited until the moment her son could return to her.

"By the way, has Your Majesty named our son?"

Thinking of something, Cui Zhaoan slowly raised his eyes.

Chu Wenzong's expression suddenly faltered, and he coughed twice with a guilty conscience: "An'er, our son was saved by our mother after all, so I want her to decide on the naming."

Cui Zhaoan on the side thought about it, felt that what Chu Wenzong said made sense, and nodded slightly.

"Well, Your Majesty has considered everything carefully..."

Emperor Wenzong of Chu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.

He had been planning to make up for his debt to his son these days, and he even made up his mind to rummage through his own private vault to find some rare things.

But I had taken everything into consideration, except...giving my son a resounding name.

Fortunately... Fortunately, there is still a mother to blame.

~~~

This night.

After Jiang He and Jiang Li returned home, no one slept.

Qing Qianxue asked Qian Miao to get a deer, and Jiang Wanrong personally roasted the venison for everyone in the yard.

Everyone was sitting in the yard, looking at Xiao Wukong and Jiang Heng who were having fun not far away, with complicated expressions.

"Ningning, my adopted son hasn't even warmed up yet, so starting tomorrow you really can't call me mother anymore?"

Lin Xiangyin sniffed, her eyes red.

At the side, Jiang Huaian, who felt like his head was hanging for days, patted her shoulder gently: "Yinyin, being called mother by the empress's own son for a period of time, and the empress did not pursue it, we have already made a lot of money, you... don't be sad."

"Yes, mother, don't be sad." Jiang Youning looked at Lin Xiangyin asking him the same question for the fifth time, and felt a little amused. "Mother, we should think about the problem from a different angle."

"Look, the Emperor and Empress's favorite Princess Yongning knelt down and called you her foster father and foster mother, and you even served as a real mother to the Emperor and Empress's biological son for a period of time.

Is there any woman in the capital who is more awesome than you? In the future, in the aristocratic circles of the capital, you will be the most dazzling one wherever you go, and others will only envy you.

Shouldn't this be the result of good deeds in our previous life and good luck in this life?"

Lin Xiangyin stopped sobbing and stared at Jiang Youning for a few seconds, seemingly convinced.

"Well, Ningning...what you said makes sense. Mother... Mother does seem to have some luck."