"Why are you so angry? You raised a good daughter!" Madam An was frightened by An Zishang. Although she was not forgiving in words, she was worried in her heart. After a pause, she sighed, "It's okay for the Queen Mother. How come even His Majesty wants that little bitch... to go to Ningguta? We, the An family, finally drew a line between ourselves and the deposed Crown Prince, but now it's gone. I'm afraid she will be dragged down for the rest of her life."
"Your Majesty, this is not targeting our An family. It is targeting the Third Prince." An Zishang said in a deep voice, while picking up the tea bowl and taking a sip.
"What do you mean by that?" Madam An frowned. "Why would His Majesty target the Third Prince for no reason?"
"After the deposed crown prince went to Ningguta, the second and third princes are the most eye-catching among His Majesty's children. The second prince has always been low-key and not ostentatious. He is very much favored by His Majesty. And the second prince is now the eldest son, so he should be more noble than the third prince. But look at what the third prince has done to the second prince now?" An Zishang sighed softly and continued. "It goes without saying that Concubine Zhao has worked with the six palaces for many years and has always been superior to Concubine Shu. Zhao Changrong is now the right prime minister, which can be said to be the highest position among officials. With the support of such a mother and uncle, and my father-in-law Taishan, who is a first-rank minister of rites, the third prince will naturally be more confident than the second prince. Moreover, Yue'er is about to give birth. If this baby is a little prince, the third prince will certainly be able to get the title of prince, and this will extend one leg into the East Palace. On the other hand, the second prince will inevitably be much more shabby. Although His Majesty does not say it, I am afraid he is not comfortable in his heart. At this time, the Queen Mother proposed to send Lin'er to Ningguta, which is naturally what His Majesty wants. How can His Majesty disagree?"
The third prince’s wife, Da’an, was named An Haiyue.
The little An’s name is An Hailin.
Madam An was stunned when she heard this: "So His Majesty did this on purpose? I heard that the Queen Mother asked His Majesty for this. She said that the deposed Crown Prince was in poor health and was very pitiful. She felt uneasy if she didn't send someone suitable to serve him. His Majesty didn't agree at first, but the Queen Mother begged him again and again, so His Majesty had no choice but to agree."
An Zishang sighed and said, "What do you know? His Majesty is a person of that temperament. How could he agree if we didn't follow his wishes? The Queen Mother must have figured out His Majesty's thoughts and prescribed the right remedy. The repeated pleas you mentioned were just a show put on by this mother and son for us to see."
"Oh my god..." Madam An sighed deeply and looked at An Zishang worriedly, "So His Majesty prefers the Second Prince to the Third Prince?"
"I can't say for sure. The Second Prince and the Third Prince each have their own strengths. It's possible that His Majesty would like either one," An Zishang shook his head slowly. "It's just that His Majesty is now in his prime, and he hates having power divided. So now His Majesty should just be thinking about balancing the power among the princes. This time, he should also be using the Queen Mother's hand to suppress the arrogance of Concubine Zhao and the Third Prince."
"No matter what, Concubine Zhao and the Third Prince will probably hate us for the rest of their lives," Madam An sighed, glaring at An Zishang and snorting, "After all, it's still your fault. If we hadn't married her to the East Palace, why would we have to be so embarrassed in front of Concubine Zhao and the Third Prince all these years?"
"It happened so many years ago, why are you still bringing it up?" An Zishang said irritably.
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The sixth day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
Achou was woken up by stomach pain. She had been taking care of Zhong Mingwei while he was taking medicine last night and went to bed a little late. She was already a little tired, but before she had slept for two hours, her stomach began to ache violently. Achou opened her eyes, stared at the white window, and gasped for breath. Zhong Mingwei was still sleeping soundly with half of his body resting on her. She didn't dare to move for fear of waking him up. She didn't know if it was because of the medicine, but Zhong Mingwei had been very sleepy the past two days. In addition, Achou woke him up in the middle of the night last night to take medicine, so he slept even more deeply at this time.
Zhong Mingwei's breath sprayed on Achou's neck, each warm and deep breath seemed to be soothing. Achou slowly adjusted her breathing in his breath, while gently rubbing her stomach. After a while, she didn't feel any pain anymore, and she fell asleep again.
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