Dabao: "You can't say that. When we leave this world, we can put it in the Jiezi space and accumulate more wealth. Maybe it will be useful in the future world."
Tu Qingyu: "You are right."
She has lived for thousands of years, and in the early days, she had accumulated some human wealth and jewelry.
Unfortunately, her country was in turmoil later on. She looked at the land ravaged by war and filled with starving people and could not bear it. Since she could not intervene directly with magic, she donated all her money.
This led to the fact that even after the establishment of the New China, she still had little money.
Dabao: "The prince just said that after the baby is born, he will make you Liangdi. It's a pity that you can't become the crown princess directly."
Tu Qingyu: "I was born a palace maid, how can I be a princess?"
Dabao: "If the Crown Prince doesn't have a Crown Princess, can't you also be the Crown Princess?"
Tu Qingyu: "If something happens to the Crown Prince's Consort, the Emperor will marry another one. If I want to take the throne, I can either wait for Jiang Jingchuan to become the Emperor and the Crown Princess dies unexpectedly, and then he will force me to be the Empress, or I can wait for my son to ascend the throne."
She prefers the latter.
Although given the Crown Prince's current feelings for her, she does have a chance to ascend to the throne without the Crown Princess.
But none of them knew how long the Crown Princess could live.
She would not take the initiative to harm someone's life. How long she could live depended entirely on the Crown Princess herself.
And the current Crown Princess is still okay, who knows if it will be more difficult if we change her?
She lay on the bed and chatted with Dabao for a while, then got up and took out her diary to write before the sun completely set.
[The 41st year of Qianyuan, April 25th.]
So much happened today that I don't even know where to begin.
When I learned that His Highness really wanted to search my palace, I was really disappointed. It was he who forced me to stay in this palace, and it was he who said he would protect me, but...
In this harem, the prince's favor is the standard for judging whether a person lives a good life, but it can also be a sharp knife stabbing a person.
My stomach really hurt at that time, and I thought I might as well die from the pain.
I knew early on that living in the Eastern Palace was not easy, so I would rather be ridiculed for being ugly than be favored by His Highness.
I never thought that I knew too little at the time.
The Eastern Palace is more dangerous than you can imagine. If you are not careful, you will be doomed.
Before I passed out, I had already thought about it. If I didn't die this time, I would fake my death and escape from the palace.
I know it’s hard to survive out there, but where isn’t hard?
It's better than living in fear in this palace.
Outside the palace, I can still worship my mother's tablet and burn incense to her, but inside the palace, I really can't do anything at all.
I can only pray that His Majesty will be kind enough to take me out of the palace to pay tribute to my mother next year.
But no matter how much I think about it, it’s useless now because I’m pregnant.
So many people in the Eastern Palace haven't gotten pregnant for so many years, but I got pregnant not long after entering the palace. Doesn't God want me to leave the palace?
I don't know how to describe how I felt when I found out I was pregnant.
On the one hand, this child was indeed beyond my expectations.
On the other hand, I seemed to truly feel that he was connected to me by blood in my belly.
Ever since I lost my mother and was deceived by my aunt and cousin, I felt like I had no relatives left in this world.
The universe is so vast, and I am just like a rootless duckweed.
But now, I am pregnant with a child, and this child will be the person closest to me.
After recovering from the shock, I gradually felt joy.
At that moment I realized that I might really take root in this harem.
An hour after she finished writing, the diary appeared on Jiang Jingchuan's desk.
He hadn't looked at her pamphlet much lately.
Looking back now, I realize that I have only written two articles in all this time.
One article is about Wei Chenghui abusing a cat last time, and there are only two words to describe it - fear.
This is the first article, and the words are full of helplessness and panic. It is nearly 600 words long and mentions His Highness twice.
One time was when he wanted to search the palace, and the other time was when he was not sure if he could be kind enough to take her out of the palace next year.
Sadness, disappointment, and distrust.
Although I was prepared, I still felt a tightness in my chest when I actually saw it.
It was because he failed to protect her that she had reason to distrust him.
When he returned home at night, he hugged her and coaxed her for a long time.
The next day, I set aside half a day to take people to the garden to appreciate the flowers.
Now it is early April and many flowers have already bloomed.
He also specially had a swing built in the garden, and placed a desk, writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone not far from the swing.
"My husband pushed you."
Tu Qingyu raised his head and said, "Okay."
The swing slowly began to swing, and she found the fun in it, shouting happily, "Higher!"
Unfortunately, Jiang Jingchuan didn't dare to push up because he took into consideration that she had just gotten pregnant and had a miscarriage yesterday.
She curled her lips and said, "Since Your Highness won't let me play, then why did you bring me out?"
Jiang Jingchuan patiently coaxed her, "It's not that I don't allow you to play, but you need to be careful with your body right now. My dear, wait until the baby is born, and your husband will take you out to play to your heart's content, okay?"
"All right."
He turned around again, picked a newly cultivated top-quality peony from the greenhouse, and inserted the flower into her hair.
"You play here, and your husband will draw a picture for you."
"Um."
She nodded and began to swing on the swing boredly.
After a while, she lazily asked, "Are you done yet, Your Highness?"
Jiang Jingchuan: "Wait a moment."
After a while, "Your Highness, I am tired."
Jiang Jingchuan: "It will be ready soon."
"Your Highness~"
"Alright, alright."
She stood up, holding up her skirt and ran over. Jiang Jingchuan reached out to catch her, "Why are you running so fast? Aren't you afraid of falling?"
Tu Qingyu ignored his nagging and focused his attention on the painting on the table.
In the garden, she was wearing a light-colored cloak and sitting on a swing, leaning lazily on it. She was more beautiful than the flowers.
Jiang Jingchuan said, "It is because my skills are poor that I cannot paint even one tenth of Yu'er's spirit."
"Isn't this good enough?" Tu Qingyu looked up in shock. "Your Highness, don't be too demanding. This is already very good. If I were to come, I wouldn't be able to paint even this flower, let alone a painting."
She stretched out her hand and pointed at a flower at the very edge of the scroll.
"If you are willing, I can teach you."
"Forget it. Practicing calligraphy every day is tiring enough, and I have to learn painting too. Why learn so much? I'm not going to take the imperial examination."
"That's you." Jiang Jingchuan reached out and scratched her nose. "The prince himself said he wanted to teach you, but you weren't willing to do it."
She snorted softly, "Then your highness should find someone who is willing to learn."
"Why are you angry again?" Jiang Jingchuan looked down at her with a smile, "You're such a beautiful woman, but you've become a hot pepper that explodes at the slightest provocation."
"snort."
The Crown Princess, who was standing not far away from the garden, felt heartbroken as she watched them flirting.
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