As the queen's residence, Huaqing Palace has lost its luxurious decorations, but its golden atmosphere is still unconcealed.
Carved beams and painted buildings, winding corridors.
Pavilions, terraces and towers are intertwined and complement each other.
Dragons and phoenixes are perched on it, and the dragon patterns are winding, showing the royal style.
The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, looked at the magnificent palace, and said softly, "It's still too shallow."
Wu Zhonghe bowed beside him, pretending not to hear anything.
The guards standing in front of the hall knelt down hurriedly to salute. The emperor stared at them for a moment without saying a word.
An uneasy and tense atmosphere spread.
Your Majesty loves and respects the Crown Prince, and everyone in Dazhao knows it.
Even though His Majesty knew that the Crown Prince had spoken, he would not investigate further, but his oppressive aura still made everyone tremble.
When Emperor Mingxi saw everyone kneeling on the ground, he seemed to be trying hard to remain calm.
He sneered, "With the Crown Prince as your golden ticket to immunity, why should you fear me?"
Who would dare to take the emperor's words seriously?
He immediately shouted "Long live the emperor" but did not dare to say it again.
The anger in Emperor Mingxi's eyes grew thicker, but he raised his hand slightly and said, "Step aside."
There is no punishment.
This shocked everyone, as it would be easy for the emperor to punish them.
They can escape the death penalty, but they cannot escape the punishment of living punishment. They have been prepared for this.
"Hmm?" The emperor saw them standing there in a daze and made a sound neither loud nor soft.
In an instant, all the people disappeared and the birds and beasts scattered.
Didn't Emperor Mingxi want to punish those who disobeyed his orders?
But that brat came out and started crying again. He had no other skills, but he relied on his loud voice, good appetite, and ability to act like a spoiled child to bully others in the palace.
I've had enough.
His Majesty, who had had enough, looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he jumped onto the pavilion.
Wu Zhonghe: ???
My Lord, what are you doing?
His Majesty did everything like a god, his movements were natural and his face was expressionless.
Facing Wu Zhonghe's puzzled eyes, the emperor tilted his head slightly and said calmly: "This is the best place to view the scenery."
What a view.
The secret guards' inquiries are no longer effective, so the emperor wants to be a shadowy figure himself and see what his son will do.
Wu Zhonghe looked at the highest point His Majesty had jumped to and stood silently below.
He is not His Majesty, and he does not know martial arts.
He is only fit to be a temple guardian god.
Facing the queen's desperate eyes, the little fat boy turned around again. He was a very calm child.
He was about to put his hand into the queen's, but withdrew it as if nothing had happened.
Men and women should not touch each other!
The teacher knew that if he touched a girl's hand, his father would complain, and if he did, his father would spank him until his buttocks were swollen.
The queen lowered her slightly raised hand again, and the faint light in her eyes suddenly went out.
Because I know him well, I know that the little fat boy likes to put his hands in other people's hands.
The queen knew from his actions that he was going to put his fat hand in, as he always did in the past.
But he took it back again.
She had countless confusions. Why didn't the child recognize her?
Why didn't Jiang Yuanxing let her reveal her identity?
Could it be His Majesty? Yes, it must be His Majesty. Only he could be so vicious as to drug her child.
Let the mother and son never see each other again in this life or the next.
The queen's face was filled with resentment. Many days of fasting and chanting Buddhist scriptures did not calm her mind.
"Your Majesty is truly attentive to everything. Busy with government affairs, he doesn't even forget to alienate the relationship between us mother and son—"
Before she could finish her resentful words, she saw the little fat boy clenching his fists, his face furious: "Don't talk about my father!"
He seemed to be about to rush over.
The queen staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground, her eyes filled with infinite sadness.
After ten months of pregnancy, her blood-related flesh and blood wanted to beat her for such a cold-blooded monster?
How exactly is she inferior to Yan Jiyuan?
Jiang Yuanxing knew that the little prince had feelings for the queen, so he naturally couldn't let him argue with the queen.
He pulled the angry little fat boy in to his side and gently comforted him, while looking at the Queen coldly: "Your Majesty, do you know that when you are extremely sad and don't want to remember it, you choose to forget it? If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself!"
His words were like a blow to the head, leaving the queen dizzy.
He collapsed to the ground in an instant.
"I am indeed the most important." The emperor was extremely pleased to hear the little fat boy speak for him and severely hurt the queen.
You little bastard, you have some conscience.
Wu Zhonghe listened to a few words below and felt the joy surging throughout his body.
He lowered his head even lower.
Crazy! Crazy as hell!
The feudal uncle doesn't care about anyone's opinion. If he knows something, the most he will do is chop, kill, and bury the person.
Anyway, I won't doubt myself.
The emperor continued to watch what was happening with the little fat boy.
The little fat boy listened to them talking back and forth like a riddle man, and he felt unhappy: "Banban, are you hiding something from me?"
Jiang Yuanxing's mind worked quickly, but he couldn't fool the little fat boy: "Don't lie!"
Jiang Yuanxing had no choice but to remain silent, as he knew that His Highness would not force him.
Sure enough, when the little fat boy saw that he didn't say anything, he had no choice but to sulk and ignore him.
Seeing the queen's tears, the little fat boy felt a little distressed: "Don't cry, my queen. I was just scaring you. Don't mention my father next time. I won't scare you."
He followed Jiang Yuanxing and called her "Empress".
Looking at his usual innocence, the queen let out a wail from the bottom of her heart.
She regretted it, regretted it more than ever before.
Even when His Majesty locked her up, she had never been so scared.
But facing the child who has always loved her deeply, the strange eyes, the curious words, everything is driving her crazy.
What in God's name had she done?
It was obvious that her desire to fight for power in the beginning was just to protect her child!
When did she put the cart before the horse? Everything she has comes from her child.
The queen even knew that without his new life, she might have died on the day of giving birth.
How could it not be her child? As a mother, how could she not recognize him?
That was just an excuse for her to numb herself and conceal her inner thoughts.
This will prevent her from being overwhelmed by guilt.
How could rights override her children?
As a slave of the emperor, the queen was the mother of the country. Jiang Yuanxing had retreated as soon as she started crying bitterly.
Your Highness's safety is under the care of others.
When the little fat boy saw her crying like that, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He wanted to find his father and his grandmother.
But they were not there.
The chubby boy, beaten by tears, squatted beside the queen and clumsily wiped her tears with his sleeves.
While wiping, he recalled how others coaxed him and patted the queen's back: "My queen, don't cry, woooo." As he spoke, the little fat boy wiped his own tears.
The clever fat baby didn't know why she was crying and he wanted to cry too.
He didn't have time to think about it.
But the more the little fat boy acted like this, the more regretful the queen felt.
She still remembered that day when she lied to him and said she wanted to sleep, and the little child took care of her in the same way.
Tears filled Jiang Shuhui's eyes as she kept thinking.
Oh my God, what have I done!
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