Jiang Ying had actually heard the general situation from Yan Zhuo.
However, she and Concubine Chen had different opinions: "If this happened to an ordinary family, 80% of it would be an accident and 20% would be a frame-up. But if it happened in the palace, and it wasn't for the ministers to say it, it would be very likely to be reversed: 20% accident and 80% frame-up!"
After hearing what she said and looking at her fixed eyes, Concubine Chen suddenly felt flustered.
Just then, the two men who went to the study came back.
The emperor looked good today, smiling broadly, walking briskly, and holding a roll of rice paper in his hand.
Seeing the three children basking in the sun in the yard, Yan Zhuo's child was as fat as a pig. He seemed to be able to walk a few steps when carried by the maid's shoulders. In comparison, his own child was so small and weak that he could only sleep with his eyes closed, making the sound of slurping lips from time to time.
The emperor was envious and jealous, "Prince Mo, sometimes I envy you."
"My Royal Highness is the Son of Heaven of a nation. He is rich, honored, and has everything he wants. So there is no need for him to envy me, right?"
"I envy you. Your wife is arrogant, but her heart is with you. Your son is mischievous, but undoubtedly very intelligent." The emperor lowered his voice, not wanting others to hear too clearly. Otherwise, within a day, rumors would spread that he had murderous intentions towards Prince Mo. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. "Don't take me for a fool. I can see that the son you and Jiang have will have great fortune in the future."
Hearing this, Yan Zhuo slowly looked towards his son.
I feel mixed emotions.
What great fortune? Being a lawless, reckless man who yells for violence and killing at every turn?
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