Qing'e Palace.
In the afternoon, Huan Yue lay down on the couch to rest.
Qiang and Dou were sitting not far away, not sleepy, making something for the young prince.
Whether it's a grandson or a granddaughter, don't let them be born useless. If this one isn't needed, there's always the next one.
Princess Changqing also came to the palace. She was not shy when she saw Lady Dou.
Qiang was quite pleased; the Di family was lucky to have such a granddaughter-in-law.
Princess Changqing also sat down and started making things. Since she was the first legitimate daughter of the Crown Prince, it wouldn't be too much for her to make as much as she wanted.
Huan Yue woke up.
The palace maids busied themselves serving them.
Huan Yue was fine, so he sat up and drank a glass of water.
Her son had another dream, in which he seemed to be with a group of uncles and brothers, and they ran off somewhere and grabbed a handful of pebbles.
When Baoyu was born, he was holding a piece of jade in his hand.
Was this kid born with a gun? That's outrageous.
The palace maid gently fanned herself; it was a little warm, but not extremely hot.
Dou asked, "What did you dream about this time?"
Huan Yue said, "Let's play with pebbles."
The Princess of Changqing burst out laughing!
Qiang laughed and said, "It's just playing with pebbles." Although he and we probably weren't playing with the same pebbles.
For example, if he played with beautiful jade, even if he broke a bunch of them while playing with them, his grandfather would still let him play with them.
Yan Boxuan came over and asked, "What do you mean, playing with pebbles?"
There are palace maids who know how to have fun; take him and Xie Fufu out to play.
Xie Fufu wasn't interested in these kinds of children's games; playing them properly required some skill.
Not only is it dirty to scratch your hands on the ground, but it will also hurt.
The palace maids could take it to play on the table, or even on the couch.
Yan Boxuan came over and asked his aunt, "Your Highness, does my little brother want to play with pebbles?"
Huan Yue, fearing that Yan Boxuan might take it seriously, quickly said, "No, no! You can ask him if he wants to play again."
Yan Boxuan cautiously asked his aunt's belly, "Little brother, what do you like to play?"
You don't have an umbilical cord.
Yan Boxuan looked up at the tall and huge ginkgo tree and persuaded his cousin, "Let's plant a tree! Let's plant a world tree!"
That's your ideal, not mine.
Xie Fufu was reading on the side, while her younger brother was talking to his aunt for ages.
Xie Fufu pulled him away; it was time for him to practice calligraphy.
Yan Boxuan obediently followed his sister and asked, "Who does your little brother like the most?"
Xie Fufu said, "It can't be you, don't overthink it."
Yan Boxuan exclaimed happily, "Fourth Uncle and Third Aunt are coming back!"
Xie Fufu stared at him as he practiced calligraphy!
Yan Boxuan blinked. "Baby's only three years old. Go draw."
Xie Fufu didn't bother with his scribbles, as long as he didn't bother her aunt. Her aunt preferred peace and quiet and didn't like his antics.
An imperial envoy arrived and presented a box of various gemstones as a gift!
Princess Changqing was delighted. Just imagine how much this grandfather doted on his grandson! Even gemstones are just stones; he let him play with them as he pleases.
Huan Yue instructed Chao Yun to put the gifts for the baby separately, and also put some of the children's toys there as gifts.
The Hanchun Palace has been prepared for him, so even if he doesn't stay there for a while, his things can be left there.
Qiang Shi thought that even if she had a second child, Yan Boxuan would be five or six years old in a few years, and it would be inconvenient for him to live in Qing'e Palace. It would be more convenient for him to live in the Prince Zheng's residence.
It's fine for Xie Fufu to live in the inner palace.
I've heard that Master Taihua is now seriously cultivating the Tao, and Qiang Shi only hopes that it's true.
Otherwise, she can only harm the children when they are young, and the impact will become smaller and smaller once the children grow up.
Empress Huan can keep her in check and won't let the child be bullied.
Xie Fufu was quite easygoing. Anyway, her maternal grandfather and aunt were both good to her, so why should she overthink things?
Instead of wasting time, why not read more books, learn needlework, or farm? A plot of land you cultivate yourself is especially good.
Huan Yue, holding a cup of tea, asked Qiang to stop and drink some.
Qiang laughed and said, "I'm not good at needlework; I don't have Bao Se's talent."
Huan Yue said, "She's already preparing to find a successor."
Dou laughed uncontrollably.
How old is Di Baose? She's just showing off!
Consort Zhu came over.
The group quickly invited her to sit down.
Zhu was a little overweight and felt hot. She sat down to rest for a while before feeling comfortable. She whispered to the others, "Lady Qian is pregnant again."
Everyone looked at each other, saying, "Sure!"
Madam Zhu said in a low voice, "She wanted to do it quietly, for fear of something going wrong. Besides, she was so determined to have a daughter that she was afraid someone would harm her."
Huan Yue said, "Send her some peach blossom ingots, and we'll leave the rest to fate."
Madam Zhu nodded. The first one sent was to Consort Xing; she didn't care whether she had a son or a daughter, or perhaps, for the sake of certainty, she'd rather have a daughter.
Madam Zhu whispered again, "Why doesn't Consort Qian come to see her son? She's afraid that having too many sons in the Crown Prince's palace will make it harder for her to have a daughter."
Dou was speechless.
Fortunately, the emperor doted on her, and she was able to conceive another child.
Zhu whispered to Qiang, "My beloved Qing is about to give birth, and I'm a little unsure of what to do."
Qiang patted her hand: "What are you afraid of?"
Qiang Shi naturally couldn't interfere in palace affairs, since Empress Mingde wasn't her son.
But Lady Zhu was willing to exchange a few words with her, and Lady Cao was a person of great respect.
If the Crown Prince were to ascend the throne, Lady Cao might live a life similar to that of the Song Prince's matriarch.
However, the Qiang family is not part of the royal family and will not concern themselves with royal affairs. The old matriarch is usually kept at home.
The sage would probably ask the King of Song or his heir every few days how the ancestor was doing.
The Prince of Song's residence will tell you about the situation of the old ancestor. This is not only a matter of imperial favor but also a matter of true affection.
If it's a different old man, there are too many old-fashioned people in Sheng'an. A sage can't ask everyone; it would be good enough if the emperor could come to pay his respects after his death.
A palace attendant ran in to report: "Lady Qing said she dreamed that lightning struck the Zichen Palace."
Huan Yue said, "Given her status, she would have been struck by lightning and reduced to ashes if she had even approached the Zichen Palace!" After thinking for a moment, he added, "If she likes lightning, we'll let her enjoy it next time."
Zhu quickly said, "Don't worry about that."
The Princess of Changqing complained, "This is just being pretentious!"
Huan Yue said, "Some people are terribly stubborn. If a man says, 'Go die for me,' she'll just go for it, determined to prove herself."
The county magistrate of Changqing nodded: "This is simply a matter of different pursuits among people."
This is also why some people fail to obtain confessions through torture. Using the wrong methods only leads to forced confessions.
Princess Changqing felt that these things could be sorted out and would be useful.
Gong Yun is back.
Huan Yue noticed that she seemed alright today.
Gong Yun laughed and said, "After seeing what happened in Caoshe Village, the surrounding villages didn't try to stop it. Some people were eyeing that wooden basin as a dowry."
Huan Yue sighed helplessly, "It's a good thing if she can marry a man she likes."
The wise man advised: "Most people will cherish it and use it. Some mothers-in-law even hope to give birth to a clean grandson."
Huan Yue nodded: "Mothers-in-law are rarely vicious to their daughters-in-law; it's just a matter of habit. It's like a father beating his son."
Mr. Qiang nodded. It was considered natural for a father to beat his son.
But few sons raised this way are good.
The fact that someone teaches well means there's more to it than just fighting. If you only learn fighting without learning those skills, it's like trying to learn by stealing a master.
It's rare for a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship to be extremely hostile; things can be gradually eased.
Just like having a great goal, whether this grandson is better or not depends on who says so.
After all, nobody knows what it was originally like.
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