Concubine Dong opened her lips slightly and was about to speak when Tian Bao anxiously threw herself into her arms and whispered, "Third brother is still waiting for Concubine Dong to come back. Third brother is so pitiful."
The self-abandonment that Concubine Dong had in her mouth flowed back into her stomach.
Her drowsy mind suddenly became clearer, and she shook her head.
Tianbao exhaled, and his cheeks puffed out.
Concubine Dong poked her cheek and smiled weakly: "Tianbao, do you also think that I have an affair with someone else?"
"Are you saying that Third Brother is not the Emperor's son? No way! Third Brother looks like both the Emperor and Empress Dong."
"That's it. Tianbao's eyes are really bright, unlike some people who look like sprouting garlic."
Tian Bao tilted his head in confusion: "What does it mean?"
Concubine Dong explained gently: "I'm just worried."
She really wanted to ask Tianbao whether Zhuang Weiqing was dead or not, but she knew she couldn't ask that question right now.
In the end, Zhuang Weiqing was dragged down by her. He originally had a bright future, but now he ended up like this.
For her, the affair had long since become a thing of the past. Having been in the palace for nearly ten years, she only hoped that the Third Prince and Xiaojiu would grow up healthy and safe, with no other concerns.
Outside the palace, Zhang Fujin, who had been eavesdropping for a while, quietly retreated and relayed the entire conversation between the two to the tyrant emperor.
The tyrant emperor looked towards the cold palace with a complicated expression and sighed.
"Your Majesty, judging from the Queen's tone, she sounds weak and seems to be ill." Zhang Fujin spoke carefully, observing her facial expression.
The tyrant emperor snorted softly, "She's so stubborn, she deserves to be sick."
"The little princess was very distressed and seemed to be about to cry." Zhang Fujin had no choice but to turn to the little princess to find a breakthrough.
The tyrant emperor looked reluctant, but said nothing.
Not long after, Tian Bao ran out with a pout, her eyes red. "What did Madam Dong do wrong? She didn't do anything wrong. She's hot, cold, and she refuses to eat... wuwuwu..."
The two old maids guarding the cold palace looked at each other quietly, crawling in the snow without daring to make a sound.
When Concubine Dong came yesterday, they mocked her for a long time. Since Concubine Dong didn't give them any money, they didn't bring her any bedding or charcoal. The meal they gave her this morning was a bowl of brown rice porridge and a cold steamed bun.
They never thought that the tyrant emperor and the little princess would come together. How could the concubines who were sent to the cold palace have ever had such an honor!
The tyrant emperor was a little uneasy.
Last night, Concubine Wan had whispered a little in his ear, and he had thought about it for half the night, and was generally convinced that Concubine Dong would not cheat on him.
But it was a fact that Zhuang Weiqing loved her. Over the years, she had not been shy about it and had met with him frequently!
Thinking of this, the foolish emperor gritted his teeth and did not give in.
Tianbao immediately saw that the emperor was angry, so she ran to Zhang Fujin and shook his sleeve: "Eunuch Zhang, please call the imperial physician quickly. If Empress Dong freezes to death, Tianbao will cry her eyes out."
Zhang Fujin glanced at the emperor's expression and said tentatively, "Oh, Your Majesty, what should we do? When I heard the little princess say that her eyes would go blind from crying, my heart was in knots. Little princess, please don't cry too much. Such beautiful eyes, it would be so tragic if they went blind from crying!"
The foolish emperor said distressedly: "Of course, I can't bear to see my dear baby cry."
"Then...should I ask someone to call the imperial physician?" Zhang Fujin continued to test.
Since the foolish emperor did not make any comment, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to ask his apprentice to go and invite the imperial physician himself.
Tian Bao was unhappy and dragged the emperor's hand to run to the cold palace: "Father, look, this place is so shabby, it's not easy to recuperate here."
The tyrant king was easily dragged in by a little kid who was just above his knees.
The old maid guarding the cold palace was trembling with fear and wished she could burrow into the snow.
This was the first time that the tyrant emperor was sent to the cold palace. The walls were mottled, the windows were broken, and even the roof had a big hole in it that was swallowing the snow. Everything was in ruins.
He walked in involuntarily and saw the breakfast on the floor - there was no good table in the room.
It's dark yellow and looks like sewage. Is it porridge?
The yellowish, black, and hard thing is a steamed bun?
The emperor's heart tightened: "Is this what you want to eat?"
Tian Bao was also very surprised. She hadn't noticed it before, but now her nose was sore: "Father, the rhubarb raised by Fifth Brother is better than this."
Dahuang is a puppy raised by Xiaowu.
Concubine Dong coughed several times, raised her eyelids indifferently, and then looked out through the hole in the window at the snow in a daze.
"You... go back to Xuehan Palace first. I will secretly investigate this matter thoroughly. If you are innocent, I will not wrongly accuse you..."
Concubine Dong was not grateful. Even if she was cleared of all charges, Zhuang Weiqing was already dead.
What she owed Zhuang Weiqing was originally only unrequited feelings, but now she also owed him a life.
Seeing that she remained silent, the tyrant emperor became annoyed and asked, "Can't you hear what I'm saying?"
"I heard that Madam Dong is sick and has no strength to speak!" Little Sweetie was more worried than anyone else.
Concubine Dong felt sad, but she really didn't want to go back to Xuehan Palace at the moment, otherwise the scene of Zhuang Weiqing hitting the pillar would be played out in front of her more frequently.
She shook her head again and again, shaking it intermittently.
The tyrant emperor was so angry that he vomited blood, but he could do nothing about her.
Zhuang Weiqing had indeed died, and he was afraid that if he gave another forceful order, Concubine Dong would commit suicide for love.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he was afraid of losing Concubine Dong or afraid that he would be unable to bear it, so he didn't order her to go back: "It's up to you."
Tianbao couldn't understand what Concubine Dong was thinking. Maybe she was confused because of her illness.
So she waited until the imperial physician arrived, then quickly followed the tyrant emperor: "Father, please ask someone to come and fix up the cold palace. It's so shabby, it's embarrassing for you."
My dear, it’s really not shameful to live in a dilapidated cold palace.
But the foolish emperor still nodded: "Well, Zhang Fujin, I'll have someone fix it today."
"It's too cold inside, Tianbao wants to send the stove..." Tianbao muttered.
The tyrant king raised his eyebrows: "Did you hear that? Don't let Tianbao worry about such trivial matters. Send someone to do it."
Zhang Fujin nodded repeatedly: "I understand."
"And the quilt, Madam Dong doesn't even have a quilt to cover herself with... The food she eats is too bad, she won't be able to recover from her illness..." Tianbao kept nagging about whatever he thought of.
So, half a cup of tea later, a group of people went to the cold palace in a mighty manner.
Some were repairing the house, some were replacing windows and painting the walls, some were moving furniture and decorating, and some were burning stoves to warm the house...
The two old maids guarding the cold palace had never seen anything like this before. They were so frightened that their legs were trembling all day. Was this going to turn the cold palace into a warm palace?
After school in the evening, the third prince came to the door holding a little bird.
Seeing this, the other princes followed into Lewan Palace like a string of tails.
In Lewan Palace, Tianbao was nestling in Concubine Wan's arms, wiping away her tears.
"What's wrong with you, Tianbao? Did anyone bully you?" The third prince, with a cold face, frowned nervously.
He had heard in the Imperial Academy that Little Sweetheart had taken the tyrant emperor to the cold palace, and now the cold palace was as comfortable as the Snowy Palace.
"Hmph, she must be missing her wild brother." Xiao Si approached awkwardly with a sarcastic tone.
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