The empty hall was silent and deserted. Emperor Xuan sat quietly on the high seat, half of his face hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression.
Compared with the deserted Qinzheng Hall, the Prince Rui's Mansion is now extremely lively.
Song Sanniang was very happy and walked around holding Xiaoyi and Xiaoer.
Xiaoyi and Xiaoer were the nicknames Song Sanniang gave to her two children. Dongfang Rui was not happy about it at first, but with the words "a humble name makes it easier to raise a child", Dongfang Rui unexpectedly agreed.
After the two children fell asleep, Song Sanniang reluctantly put them into the cradle.
Dongfang Rui was very dissatisfied. Ever since he had children, his princess had never taken her eyes off the two children. He couldn't help but complain.
"Sanniang, what's so good about those two brats? You haven't cared about me these past few days. Have you forgotten your father now that you have a child?"
When Song Sanniang looked up, she saw Dongfang Rui looking aggrieved, and she couldn't help laughing.
She felt a little amused and hugged her weak husband comfortingly, "You are a father already, why are you still jealous of two ignorant children, eh." The tone of her voice rose slightly on the last word.
Dongfang Rui turned his head away angrily and refused to look at Song Sanniang.
He knew this and was originally very happy about the birth of the two children. What made him dissatisfied was that the princess's attention was all on the two children. He was the real hero, who had gone through so much hardship to give birth to the children. Shouldn't he be a little more sentimental?
Song Sanniang couldn't help laughing when she saw the man who was in a bad mood. As soon as she laughed out loud, she realized that something bad had happened. Sure enough, she saw the man looking at her with a hurt face.
Song Sanniang held her forehead helplessly. This time she was really angry. "Hey, hey, hey, don't be angry, okay? It's all my fault. My dear worked so hard to give birth to a child, and I didn't take good care of you."
"I'm now deeply reflecting on myself and realizing my mistakes. Jingzhi, please don't be angry, okay..."
Song Sanniang's coaxing words came out as if they were free, her throat was almost smoking, and Dongfang Rui turned around proudly.
"Okay, I'll forgive you this time. If there's a next time, I won't let you off so easily."
Looking at the hypocritical look of the person in front of her, Song Sanniang felt itchy and kept muttering in her heart.
He is in confinement after childbirth, he is in confinement after childbirth...
Dongfang Rui and Song Sanniang are enjoying a warm moment as a loving family, while Song Wanqing is in chaos.
Song Wanqing was almost mad with anger. She risked her life to give birth to a child for Dongfang Wen, and she lived up to his expectations by giving birth to a big fat boy.
Because he was Emperor Xuan's first grandson, he was favored by the emperor and was given the child as a reward at birth.
Song Wanqing's status as a mother was due to her son, which not only made the man in the palace more friendly to Dongfang Wen, but also made her increasingly dependent on her.
The attitude of the person above was like a weather vane, and Dongfang Wen felt like a fish in water in the court.
Song Wanqing was also very happy among the other concubines in the palace. To be proud, Dongfang Wen was able to gain the emperor's favor because of her son.
As expected, Dongfang Wen treated her even better and gave her whatever she wanted. Unfortunately, before she could feel proud for a few days, Dongfang Wen slapped her in the face.
The people she had arranged in Baichun Garden just brought news that the bitch Shen Qinghe was pregnant. The key point was that it had been four months, but she only found out now.
Song Wanqing immediately realized that they were guarding against her.
With a sneer, since Shen Qinghe was so worried about her doing something, wouldn't it be unfair for her if she didn't do anything?
After thinking for a long time, Song Wanqing motioned the maid standing next to her to come over and whispered something in her ear.
"I understand, Princess. I will make sure that everything goes flawlessly."
The kneeling maid kowtowed to Song Wanqing, replied in a low voice, and then quietly retreated.
Song Wanqing lowered his head, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
Soon, the wet nurse came over with the child and let Song Wanqing spend time with the child.
Song Wanqing leaned over the cradle and rocked it gently. The pink and white baby inside was looking at her and smiling happily, which made her heart melt.
Song Wanqing, who was still nervous just now, immediately hardened her heart. She had to do that for Ying'er. Shen Qinghe's child could not be kept.
Five days later, Song Wanqing was teasing the child with a rattle when there was suddenly a commotion outside the door.
"Princess, it's bad, it's bad, Concubine Shen has a miscarriage, the prince asked you to go to Baichun Garden."
When Song Wanqing heard that Shen Qinghe had a miscarriage, her face was filled with disbelief and she cried out in surprise.
"What happened? Why did she suddenly have a miscarriage?" As she said this, she handed the child to the wet nurse and walked anxiously towards Baichun Garden.
Bihong quickly put a cloak on Song Wanqing, and Song Wanqing patted her hands, "Princess, no matter how cold it is outside, you must take care of yourself."
Song Wanqing looked very anxious, but he still listened to Bihong's words, stopped, waited for her to put on the cloak for him, and asked the person who came to deliver the message while walking.
“When did Sister Shen get pregnant? Why did she suddenly miscarry…”
After Song Wanqing asked, he saw that the guide was vague and knew that he could not get anything out of him.
"Never mind, you'll know soon."
Tinglan Garden and Baichun Garden where Song Wanqing was located were not far apart, and she arrived there quickly. As soon as she entered the door, a teacup was thrown towards her and landed at her feet.
Song Wanqing was shocked. She didn't expect Dongfang Wen to vent her emotions towards her without asking the reason. Her eyes turned red in an instant.
"Mulang, what do you mean?"
Dongfang Wen seemed not to notice Song Wanqing's tears. He looked calm on the surface, but those who knew him knew that the prince was very angry now.
Dongfang Wen came over angrily and pulled Song Wanqing directly to Shen Qinghe's bed.
"Look what you've done!"
Song Wanqing was pulled so hard that she staggered and fell to the edge of the bed. Her knees hit the steps and the pain made her cry sincerely.
Looking up, Shen Qinghe's face was as pale as snow. His former calmness and composure were gone. Instead, he looked at her with resentment and hatred.
"I don't know what Qinghe did to offend my sister, causing her to hit me so hard."
Song Wanqing was stunned when he heard this. "You, what do you mean by that?"
Song Wanqing stood up and looked at Shen Qinghe and Dongfang Wen, "Do you suspect that I caused your miscarriage?" She hurriedly grabbed Dongfang Wen's hand.
"Liu Lang, it wasn't me. Believe me, it wasn't me."
Dongfang Wen had a sullen face, but was a little shaken in his heart.
"If it's not you, who else in this palace can do something to Qinghe, huh!"
Zhou Yunxin, who was watching the excitement on the side, saw this and followed up: "Yes, in this palace, apart from the prince, only my sister has such great ability. She is in charge of the entire palace backyard and can arrange people to cause Sister Shen to have a miscarriage in private."
Seeing that Dongfang Wen had obviously listened to Zhou Yunxin's words, Song Wanqing's face became furious and he gritted his teeth secretly.
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