This explosive news completely overwhelmed Su Xiaoxiao.

She had speculated at the time that if Master Huijue had a grudge against the Wei family, something might have happened between her and Wu'an Jun, but she never expected that the two would get pregnant.

This is so unexpected.

Aunt Fu sighed and said, "Old Lady Wei doesn't know about this, you must not tell her."

Su Xiaoxiao sympathized with Old Lady Wei for a second: "I heard that the eldest princess and her husband are very affectionate."

Aunt Fu said, "They were in love. She and Wu Anjun were together before she met her husband. It was an accident after they got drunk. There was no love between them. My husband aborted her baby."

Su Xiaoxiao was slightly surprised: "The child was not born?"

Aunt Fu said helplessly: "This child's identity is embarrassing. Wouldn't it be hard for everyone if he was born? At that time, Old Lady Wei had already married Lord Wu'an."

For a woman in ancient times, making the decision to abort a baby required great courage.

Su Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and then asked, "Does Wu Anjun know that the eldest princess was pregnant with his child?"

Aunt Fu recalled carefully: "I don't know about this. My wife never talked to me about the patient. It was the eldest princess who told me herself. But she didn't say much, so I didn't ask."

Su Xiaoxiao understood that this was a very private matter after all, and the two of them had different identities, so it was really difficult to get to the bottom of it.

Aunt Fu said, "Rumors spread for a while, but few people believed them. Then gradually no one talked about them anymore. Where did you hear that?"

"...White Lotus Sect." Su Xiaoxiao said calmly.

Aunt Fu frowned and said, "That's a cult, don't believe them."

"Yeah!" Su Xiaoxiao nodded seriously.

Thinking of something, she said, "By the way, Aunt Fu, do you know that Prime Minister Guo has any dealings with the Grand Princess?"

Aunt Fu snorted: "You mean that old man? I saw him just now. He had a stroke and is lying in the wing room, right?"

Regarding Prime Minister Guo's stroke, Su Xiaoxiao has informed his family, saying that she encountered Prime Minister Guo having a stroke on the way and brought him back to the clinic.

Seeing that he was seriously ill, the Guo family members were afraid that he would die on the way back, so they did not move Prime Minister Guo.

Aunt Fu said unhappily, "He admired Princess Yanqing so much back then that he wrote so many love poems to her. He was willing to give up his career to become a consort to her, but Princess Yanqing didn't like him."

The title of the Grand Princess was conferred after the late emperor ascended the throne. Before that, Master Huijue was Princess Yanqing.

So, Prime Minister Guo kept the portrait of Master Huijue, perhaps because she was the white moonlight in his heart?

Su Xiaoxiao paused, then continued, "What is the relationship between the Grand Princess and His Majesty and the Prince of Nanyang?"

Aunt Fu said: "On the surface, she treats them equally, but she actually loves Prince Nanyang more."

Su Xiaoxiao asked: "Why?"

Aunt Fu sighed and said, "Your Majesty is too thoughtful. He always approaches her with a purpose. Only Prince Nanyang has a pure heart. Prince Nanyang has never thought about competing for the throne. When she heard that Prince Nanyang's rebellion failed, she was very surprised. She said, 'How could that child...'"

…

Wei Ting went to court, but Su Mo had some free time today. He originally planned to go to Wei's house to be a sandbag for his sister, but after asking, he found out that his sister came to the clinic.

When he arrived at the clinic, Aunt Fu had already gone to rest, and Su Xiaoxiao was sitting alone in the room digesting the news.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Mo walked in.

Su Xiaoxiao told the conversation with Aunt Fu: "... Master Huijue is really a good person. Did we misunderstand her? Or did she have feelings for Wu Anjun and was unable to get his love, so she took revenge on the Wei family?"

Su Mo had no answer either.

"When I came over just now, Prime Minister Guo seemed to have woken up," he said.

"Really?" Su Xiaoxiao hurried to Prime Minister Guo's room.

Prime Minister Guo had woken up, but unfortunately due to the sequelae of a stroke, he could not speak or write, so no matter what you asked him, you couldn't get any answer.

Su Mo was silent for a while, then said, "Actually, there is another person who wants to investigate Master Huijue."

In the house in Lihua Lane, Zhongshan was watering the vegetable field diligently.

Those were planted by Su Xiaoxiao after she came here. Even after the family moved away, Zhong Shan did not let the vegetable field go to waste and still came to water it every day.

The yard had been bustling, as if it was a dream, but now it has become empty again.

His back was hunched and his thin gray hair hung down his cheeks.

Su Xiaoxiao tapped his shoulder.

He staggered around, holding the kettle.

Su Xiaoxiao signed: "Uncle Zhong."

He put down the kettle and asked in sign language, "Why are you here today? Are you sending Dahu, Erhu, and Xiaohu to class?"

Su Xiaoxiao signed: "They don't have class today, I came to see you."

Zhong Shan was very happy and excited, and his hands were shaking when he picked the vegetables.

"These ones are ready. You can take them back later." He said in sign language, "The duck eggs you pickled last time are also ready. I'll go get them for you."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the old man who was in his twilight years and could hardly walk, but was still busy taking care of her. She suddenly realized that the old man didn't have much time left.

The question on the tip of her tongue suddenly stopped, she took his wrinkled and dirty hand and said with her lips: "Uncle Zhong, come back with me."

Zhong Shan was stunned.

Just yesterday, Su Ergou came over and said the same thing.

They all wanted to take him back and take care of him until the end of his life.

He was a eunuch and had no children in his life, but at the end of his life he encountered the greatest warmth in the world.

Zhong Shan didn't go back with Su Xiaoxiao in the end. He said that he still had the strength and they would wait until the day when they could no longer walk.

Before Su Xiaoxiao got on the carriage, he suddenly called Su Xiaoxiao and said something to her in sign language.

…

Su Xiaoxiao promised the princess of the Western Jin Dynasty yesterday that she would send the music score to Moye.

After leaving Lihua Lane, she headed for the posthouse.

The young princess of the Western Jin Dynasty was waiting for her in the yard early in the morning, holding the five tigers.

Moye is also waiting.

The young princess of the Western Jin Dynasty said, "Mo Xie, you obviously know all of it, why do you still need the score? You just want Qin Su's manuscript, right? Right?"

Mo Xie said: "Little Princess, there is a thing called snatching memory, you will forget it later."

The young princess of the Western Jin Dynasty said proudly: "I can't do that. I have a very good brain!"

Mo Xie said: "Your Majesty's birthday."

The young princess of the Western Jin Dynasty's eyes flashed: "...I don't remember it!"

Su Xiaoxiao came over.

The young princess of the Western Jin Dynasty waved her hands hastily, like a bird flapping its wings: "Qin Su! Qin Su!"

"Little princess, don't be guarded." Su Xiaoxiao greeted politely.

"Moye." Moye said.

The young princess of the Western Jin Dynasty leaned close to Su Xiaoxiao and whispered softly, "Mo Xie rarely lets others call him by his name."

Su Xiaoxiao appropriately showed her honor and handed the music score to Moye.

Moye treasures it well.

Several little kids at home were still waiting for her, so she planned to go back.

The five tigers suddenly flew away.

The young princess of the Western Jin Dynasty was startled: "Wuhu! Where are you going?"

A moment later, the five tigers, risking their lives and flapping their wings almost until smoke came out, brought out a rusty iron bell.

Thanks to everyone's support, "The General" has topped the Xinxiao and Xiang monthly ticket charts for five consecutive months (this month is the fifth month, but it shouldn't be a big problem. If it is really surpassed, I would like to sincerely congratulate the author).

I can't always be number one.

There will always be more outstanding authors coming up as the new generation pushes the old generation forward. A large platform will surely be a place where all flowers can bloom.

The reason why I brought this up today is because I didn’t expect that I would be criticized by a wave of readers for being ranked first in the monthly votes.

In the comment section, people said that my writing is not as good as others, and that I get a lot of monthly votes only by updating three or four times a day. I hope they can update more often, instead of so little every day.

Dear reader, you are scolding both authors, saying that I am not good enough and that they are not working hard enough.

Others feel very aggrieved now, and I feel aggrieved too.

(End of this chapter)