The empress dowager did not want to give up power. She was not the emperor's biological mother. Only by holding power in her hands could she make the emperor and the eldest princess afraid of her and make her son, Prince Fu, obedient.
Once she lost her power, she would be like a tiger with its teeth pulled out in the harem, and no one would take her seriously.
However, the Queen Mother also knew that she had to keep her son stable. She was becoming increasingly disappointed and disgusted with her son, but she also knew that she could not live without her son.
Since Prince Fu was the legitimate son of the previous emperor, he could suppress the emperor and gain the support of the orthodox factions.
Once Prince Fu is gone, the eight grandsons are not born to the princess, but are all born out of wedlock, so they will be of little use.
Thinking of this, the Queen Mother couldn't help but regret not marrying her son to the right princess.
Or he could have killed the princess and married the daughter of the Bei family as Princess Fu.
"Woooo ...
Shou'an Palace's devilish voice pierced her ears, and the Queen Mother's temples throbbed with pain. She yelled, "Shut up!"
If Prince Fu had been obedient, he would not have sat on the ground and cried like this.
The more you tell him not to cry, the more he will cry, unless his power is given to him before it is fully written.
Otherwise he would cry and make a fuss.
The trouble got to the point where the Queen Mother couldn't stand it anymore.
At this time, only mother and son were left in the main hall of Shou'an Palace, but the crying could be heard throughout the entire Shou'an Palace, and even by people outside.
Bei Lingyao was almost dying of laughter. Prince Fu, this 20-year-old giant baby 'naughty kid', really opened her eyes.
Unfortunately, she was the only one who could not share it with Emperor Shengwu, nor could she film or record it to let the Empress Dowager and Prince Fu's party see what they supported.
The Queen Mother's face turned pale as she watched Prince Fu crying out of breath. She wished someone could cover Prince Fu's mouth and throw him away.
She was unwilling to give in or compromise, lest her son use this to take advantage of her in the future.
"Mammy, go check on Prince Fu and let him get some sleep."
The nanny beside the Queen Mother knew medical skills, but Prince Fu was waving his hands and kicking his legs, and the nanny couldn't get close to him at all.
I dare not.
"Okay, I promise you."
As soon as the Queen Mother finished speaking, Prince Fu stopped moving as if a floodgate had been closed, and looked at the Queen Mother eagerly.
Then the Queen Mother said, "If you lose 200 pounds, I will give you power."
Prince Fu was dissatisfied, but he also knew that this was the biggest concession the Queen Mother had made.
Bei Lingyao, who had been paying attention to Shou'an Palace, was stunned. She didn't expect Prince Fu to compromise like this.
That’s two hundred kilograms.
After Bei Lingyao looked through the original owner's memory, she realized that in ancient times, one hundred jin was fifty jin, and two hundred jin was one hundred jin.
According to the ancient measurement of pounds, Prince Fu must weigh no more than 700 pounds!
"Your Majesty, the Emperor is here to pick you and the little prince up."
As soon as Zhihua finished speaking, Emperor Shengwu came in.
"Is Yao'er fed and his diaper changed?"
Dad Sheng Wudi picked up his son and asked him carefully.
"She's fed and has her diaper ready. I'll have the nurse prepare some more so she can handle any temporary needs at the palace banquet."
Bei Lingyao wiped the corner of her son's mouth with a handkerchief and followed Emperor Shengwu out.
When they arrived at Baohua Palace, Emperor Shengwu took her to a side hall where the Bei family had already been waiting.
Bei Lingyao had already met the female members of the Ling family. Only Censor Bei and his father, sons, and grandsons were unable to enter the harem, so they could only wait here.
"Your Highness, your Majesty, the Empress, and the Crown Prince."
"Stand up"
"Dad, Mom..."
Bei Lingyao greeted everyone one by one.
The Bei family members stood up and looked eagerly at the prince in Emperor Shengwu's arms.
Huangfu Yao is just one month old. His big eyes are as bright and lively as black gemstones, his long eyelashes are fluttering, his cheeks are chubby, drool is flowing from the corners of his mouth, his hands and feet are like lotus root nodes, and he has shallow dimples. He is so cute.
The Bei family members were so confused that they felt soft-hearted. This was a prince with their Bei family blood. This feeling was so exciting.
Censor Bei took a closer look and found that his grandson looked more like the emperor. When he grinned, his eyes curved, just like his daughter.
Emperor Shengwu sat holding his son, enjoying the Bei family's praise for his son, and then reluctantly put his son in the arms of Censor Bei and let Censor Bei hold him for a while.
Censor Bei could understand how precious Emperor Shengwu was when he saw how he treasured his son. It took him more than 30 years to have a son, so he must treasure him too.
I remember that when his eldest son was just born, he was very happy. Later, as he had more children, he was no longer as excited and couldn't suppress his initial excitement.
It was not until he had a daughter after having seven sons that Censor Bei regained the excitement and thrill of being a father.
"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother and Prince Fu have arrived."
"Then go ahead."
Emperor Shengwu took his son from Censor Bei's arms.
After the Bei family entered, Emperor Shengwu entered holding his son and Bei Lingyao.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
"The Queen has arrived!"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"
"Your Highness, your servants, greet the Emperor, the Empress, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Queen!"
"Long live the eldest prince!"
Huangfu Yao waved his hands as he listened to the deafening sound, looked around with his big eyes, and made a babbling sound.
When everyone stood up, everyone's eyes fell on the child in Emperor Shengwu's arms.
Compared to the day of his third-day bath, Huangfu Yao has grown up and is as cute as a lucky doll.
The Queen Mother took one look and said, "As cute as Prince Fu was when he was a child."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone paused, looking at the pink-faced Crown Prince, and then at Prince Fu's squeezed-in big meat-patty face, and were speechless for a moment.
Emperor Shengwu was unhappy, "Kids are always so cute, it's only when they grow up that they become different."
At this point, Emperor Shengwu looked at Prince Fu and said, "Tenth brother has been fat since he was a child, but he is getting fatter and fatter. It is hard to tell what he really looks like. If the emperor is still alive, I am afraid he would not dare to recognize him."
Emperor Shengwu's words were the best response to Prince Fu's words that were similar to those of the late emperor.
Over the years, the Empress Dowager and her faction have often used the fact that Prince Fu resembles the late emperor to make a fuss.
It is obvious that the one who looks most like the late emperor is Emperor Shengwu, but because the late emperor once said that Prince Fu looks like him, and because the empress dowager's party has been leading people astray over the years, everyone subconsciously imagines the late emperor to look like Prince Fu.
I wonder if the late emperor would regret saying that Prince Fu was like him if he knew about this.
Everyone looked at Emperor Shengwu and then at Prince Fu.
I just feel that Emperor Shengwu is picking up the advantages of the previous emperor, while Prince Fu is picking up the disadvantages of the previous emperor.
Emperor Shengwu was very satisfied. He didn't want to gain weight like the previous emperor, nor did he want to be too obese like Prince Fu, so he always maintained his figure, making Prince Fu look fat and ugly.
The Queen Mother's face darkened, and Prince Fu exploded, angrily saying, "This humble servant looks just like the Emperor. The Emperor's portraits are all based on this humble servant and are burned in his honor every year. The two portraits in the Fengxian Hall and the Taimiao don't look like the Emperor at all."
Speaking of this, Prince Fu was extremely proud. He was the son who looked most like his father and was the legitimate son.
Even if a bastard obtained the throne, it could not change the fact that he was not a legitimate son.
God will always set things right one day.
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