Chapter 271 He Returns Home
Chang'an Palace, main courtyard.
Yuzhu went to be taken care of by Gu Yuanjia, and Nian'er was carried by Chunzhi to the main courtyard to play with Xiaoxinghui.
The two little guys had been separated for some time, but they didn't feel estranged at all. Instead, they became better than before.
It is spring now, and there is a vase of flowers on the table. The two little ones are flower lovers and always reach out to grab them.
Song Wan'er was playing with the two little ones with peony flowers. "Call me auntie. Whoever calls loudest will get the flower."
The two little ones said "yi yi" several times, and Song Wan'er kept correcting them, "It's auntie, not yi yi."
Nian'er opened her mouth again and still called out "One by one."
She couldn't tell the difference between "Yi Yi" and "Xiao Yi", they were both "Yi".
Xiaoxing was too lazy to shout, so he just grabbed the flower head, pulled off a handful of petals and handed them to Nian'er, and the two of them played with the petals.
Song Wan'er was holding an empty pole, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Xiao Xinghui, why are you like this?"
Xiaoxing would pick up the petals and wave them out to show her, using his actions to show that "this is what I do."
"Sister... look at him."
Song Wan'er called Chunzhi with a smile, turned to look at her, but found that she was distracted.
Chunzhi is here playing with the two little ones today, but she is distracted frequently, and it has happened several times.
Even someone as naive as Song Wan'er knew that she was worried about Princess Xiling marrying the Prince of Chang'an.
Prince Chang'an is going to the palace to meet the emperor today, and it is time to make a decision on this matter.
Song Wan'er threw away the flower pole in her hand, walked to Chunzhi, and whispered to her, "Don't worry, sister. I have always kept the yard of the Song residence for you."
"What are you talking about? Speak louder. Don't whisper in my sister-in-law's ear. Speak to me too."
Huo Yanran had actually noticed that her sister-in-law was in a bad mood a long time ago, but she didn't know what the result would be if her seventh brother entered the palace, so she had never taken the initiative to bring up the matter. She couldn't help but speak up after hearing what Song Wan'er said.
"Since the princess wants to hear it, I'll speak louder." Song Wan'er said, "Sister was originally living happily with my brother and me in Dongzhou, but the Prince of Chang'an insisted on bringing her and Xiaoxing back to the capital. Now the Emperor wants him to marry the Princess of Xiling..."
Miss Song had been holding these words in for days, and she couldn't help but say, "The Princess of Xiling, with her noble status, how could she possibly become a concubine to the Prince of Chang'an? If he agrees, won't my sister be the one who suffers in the end? He made his choice, and I'm leaving her a way out, so what's wrong with that?"
Huo Yanran knew that what Song Wan'er said made sense, but at this time she still wanted to argue: "My seventh brother will definitely find a way to properly resolve this matter."
In fact, Princess Thirteen herself didn't know how to properly resolve this matter.
But now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to face it.
Song Wan'er said, "He'd better find a way to properly resolve this. Otherwise, just follow through on what he said before and let Sister and Xiaoxing go."
"Seventh Brother also said this before?"
Huo Yanran was obviously shocked.
Song Wan'er said: "Yes, he swore to heaven."
Although the storybook says that men's oaths are the least trustworthy, merchants and subjects like them actually have no other support in terms of imperial power.
Huo Yanran wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard Chunzhi say, "Okay."
She interrupted them and said, "I'm not worried that Huo Zheng will abandon me, so you don't have to worry too much."
Huo Yanran didn't expect Chunzhi to say this, and couldn't help asking her, "Then what is sister-in-law worried about?"
"I'm just worried..." Chunzhi said, "If he disobeys the order, he will inevitably anger the emperor and be punished by him."
"Ah?" Song Wan'er didn't expect that her sister was worried about this, and was speechless for a moment.
Huo Yanran wanted to say something, but paused.
Chunzhi remembered that the last time Huo Zheng was punished by the emperor was because he had personally killed Prince Ning and his son, and was feared by the royal family. The emperor ordered him to be beaten with a hundred lashes.
One hundred lashes almost took Huo Zheng's life.
Chunzhi was not by his side at that time. I don’t know how he managed to survive and drag his seriously injured body back to Nanzhou to find her.
This time, the emperor intended to let Huo Zheng marry the Princess of Xiling. Even though Chunzhi had tried every possible way to dissuade the emperor from this idea, she failed.
It seemed that the emperor wanted to wait until Huo Zheng came back before discussing it, and it was obvious that he would bring up the matter again.
Once Huo Zheng decides to go against the emperor's wishes, the consequences will be unimaginable.
When the emperor was angry, corpses floated for hundreds of miles.
Even one's own son cannot escape punishment.
Chunzhi has been worried about this since Huo Zheng entered the palace.
"Sister-in-law..." Huo Yanran spoke after a while, "Don't worry too much about this. Seventh Brother just returned from Xizhou and has made great contributions. Even if the emperor is dissatisfied with him, he won't blame him too much."
"Yes, yes, the princess is right."
Song Wan'er knew what her sister was worried about, and immediately echoed Princess Thirteen.
As they talked, they looked at each other and stepped forward to hold Chunzhi on both sides. "Look, sister, the rain has stopped outside. This is a good sign."
"Yes, sister-in-law, maybe Seventh Brother is already on his way out of the palace and will be home soon."
Just as he finished speaking, the servant outside came to report, "Princess, the prince has returned home."
Huo Yanran smiled and said, "Look, what did I say? I said Seventh Brother would be home soon, and he came back."
"You two stay here and look after Xiao Xinghui and Nian'er. I'm going to go out for a while."
Chunzhi said this and walked out quickly.
"Sister, the road is slippery in the rain, please go slower..."
Song Wan'er asked Chunzhi to walk slower, but she obviously didn't hear her at all.
"Come." Huo Yanran took a peony from the vase and handed it to Song Wan'er, "Let's continue playing with Xiaoxinghui and Nian'er."
The wind and rain outside had just stopped, the ground was wet, and the flowers and leaves in the yard were covered with raindrops, looking delicate and beautiful.
Chunzhi walked quickly through the corridor, her skirt fluttering. The servants and maids along the way stopped to greet the princess, but she was determined to run out.
As soon as Huo Zheng entered the palace and walked around the screen wall, he saw Chunzhi running towards him through the flowers and willows.
There was still a lot of water on the ground, but she seemed to have not noticed it at all. She stepped in and splashed water everywhere.
Seeing this, Huo Zheng quickly strode forward, hugged Chunzhi, and asked with a smile, "It's only been half a day since we last met, why are you so obsessed with me that you're running away in such a hurry?"
Chunzhi had indeed been thinking about Huo Zheng for most of the day, so she didn't deny it. She looked up at him and asked softly, "Did the emperor ever blame you?"
Huo Zheng curled his lips slightly: "No."
Chunzhi asked again, "Did the emperor give you any trouble?"
The smile on Huo Zheng's lips deepened: "No."
Chunzhi asked again: "Have you ever agreed to something you shouldn't have agreed to?"
"No."
Huo Zheng's answer was still these two words.
Chunzhi couldn't believe that he solved the problem so easily, "Then you..."
Huo Zheng lowered his head and kissed her worried eyes. He said seriously, "It's all thanks to Princess that I was able to turn a disaster into a blessing."
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