Right now, Hongyu's offer to help her is definitely a case of a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—she has no good intentions. She glared at Hongyu and asked, "What do you want?"
"Give me your child, and he will be the future crown prince. He can marry Biyue's daughter, and they will be the future emperor and empress."
"Why tell me this? Before Biyue left, she told me that the Empress was infertile and would definitely take away the concubines' children, leaving the children with the mothers."
Hongyu shook her head repeatedly, a bitter smile on her face, before tears streamed down her face. In her past life, she had experienced the pain of a mother leaving her child behind, the pain of separation from her flesh and blood, a pain she would never forget for the rest of her life.
Although she could use despicable means to steal Xiuhua's child and kill Xiuhua, if someone were to seize upon this evidence, she would surely lose her position as Empress.
Therefore, she must be honest with Xiuhua and make her willingly form an alliance with her.
After a long while, she wiped away her tears and choked out, "I promise that even if the child is registered in my name, you will still be his birth mother, and I will not separate you."
If you're still worried, you can always ask the Emperor to be a witness, shall we?
The flower did not answer.
Hongyu stopped urging him, stood up, looked outside and said, "The snow has stopped, and His Majesty has caught a cold. Sister, come with me to see His Majesty."
The two arrived at the Ziji Palace. Before they even entered the room, they heard the Emperor's laughter. "Hahaha... Consort Na, you've had a hard time. This winter is bitterly cold. I will immediately give the order to provide you with six cotton quilts and two fur cloaks."
A pang of jealousy welled up in Hongyu's heart, and she hurriedly walked inside with Xiuhua by her side.
Seeing Gulnaffee sitting on the Emperor's lap, she showed no jealousy whatsoever, and instead asked with a forced smile:
"Your Majesty truly dotes on Sister Nafei. Is it because you're afraid she'll miss her hometown?"
The Emperor, still beaming, gently stroked Gulnaffee's belly and said, "Consort Na is pregnant. Imperial Physician Tang says that Consort Na is carrying a prince."
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