In fact, Yinzhen wanted to pretend to be distant and indifferent so that Jiang Ranli would not mention those things in the future. However, when he saw her aggrieved and sad little face, he surrendered instantly.
As soon as she heard the word "come here", Jiang Ranli's heart was instantly filled with joy. The roller coaster-like ups and downs of her mood made her unable to hold back her tears.
Jiang Ranli walked to Yin'er's side, sat on his slender legs without saying a word, and hugged his neck tightly with both hands.
Feeling the warmth of Jiang Ranli's body and smelling the scent of her hair, Yin'er let out a helpless voice from his thin lips, "Li'er, do you really not trust your husband?"
Hearing this, Jiang Ranli was slightly stunned. She could trust him for anything in the world, but she really had no confidence in winning the throne.
Noticing the momentary stiffness of Jiang Ranli in his arms, Yinzhen recalled what he heard and saw that night, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
That night, Jiang Ranli and Yin'er reconciled, but in the days that followed, Jiang Ranli never dared to mention the future again because she didn't want to make Yin'er angry again.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was the 57th year of the Kangxi reign.
This year is destined to be a year full of ups and downs and sorrow.
At the beginning of the year, Abahai died of illness, and the Tenth Prince was in grief for several months before he recovered slightly. It was also at this time that the political paths of Yinzhen, the Eighth Prince, the Tenth Prince, and the Fourteenth Prince became more difficult.
At the same time, Jiang Ranli was also suffering every day because Yinzhen seemed to be tired of her. He first asked her to move out of Linfengyuan, then lifted Naren's house arrest, and took several concubines into the mansion.
Jiang Ranli was full of doubts about this. She didn't know when things became like this. When she came to her senses, everything had changed.
"Concubine, Concubine Naren is here," Qiu Die ran in hurriedly from outside.
As soon as she finished speaking, a woman dressed in bright and exquisite clothes walked in.
Seeing her, Jiang Ranli frowned and asked, "What brings you here?"
Naren faced the sunlight, staring at Jiang Ranli with her gorgeous eyes, a smug smile flashing across her face, "What can happen to me? Jiu Ye takes care of everything for me every day. He's afraid that I'm hungry, thirsty, cold or hot, that I'm unhappy, and that the food doesn't suit my taste."
It turns out he was just showing off.
Jiang Ranli felt bitter in his heart, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "If you have nothing to do, just get out of this yard, because if it's any later, you will never be able to leave here again."
Although Jiang Ranli had not paid much attention to Naren in the past few years, it did not mean that she had forgotten the pain of killing her son. The reason why she had not touched Naren was because Naren was still tied to the marriage between Mongolia and the Qing Dynasty.
Naren was stunned for a moment after hearing Jiang Ranli's words, then she smiled coquettishly, "An Jia, do you really think I'm afraid of you? If it weren't for Jiu Ye protecting you, you would have disappeared long ago."
Jiang Ranli raised his eyes and looked at her, his gaze as clear as winter frost, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Naren looked at Jiang Ranli, her eyes falling on her hand, where a whip appeared at some point, emitting a faint light.
"You, you dare," Naren glared at Jiang Ranli.
Jiang Ranli sneered, "Why do you think I wouldn't dare?"
Naren's body froze. She used to think that Jiang Ranli's confidence came entirely from Yin'er's favor and protection, but now she knew that Jiang Ranli's confidence came from her own heart, from the confidence and clarity that emanated from her bones.
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