Li Desuan shook his head, "The emperor always does not believe that the prince would do such a thing. Although he rebuked us ministers, he never really punished us. It is best for me not to see the prince these days. By the way, Qinghan and

Aren’t you very close to the prince? You can arrange it so that Qinghan can take time to go to the palace, saying that he is going to visit Princess Chaoyang.”

After hearing this, Mrs. Li was a little dissatisfied. Li Hongrao should be the one to go. What does Li Qinghan mean? She is just a concubine who has no place on the stage. She immediately said: "But Qinghan is the person that Marquis Wuan likes..."

Before she could finish her words, Li Deshuan spat fiercely, "Marquis Wu'an? Even if Qinghan marries a servant, it is impossible for him to marry Marquis Wu'an!"

Mrs. Li suddenly remembered what Li Desxuan had just said. The emperor intended to promote people from the Liang family. Presumably Li Desuan and Wu Anhou were tit for tat in the court.

Then neither Li Hongrao nor Li Qinghan could marry Marquis Wu'an.

She nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I understand. Master, please have a good rest. I will make arrangements as soon as possible."

After saying that, he was about to go out. Li Desuan suddenly thought of something and said immediately: "Wait a minute!"

Mrs. Li stopped, thinking that Li Desuan was going to change his mind. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and she turned around suddenly, "Do you have any other orders, sir?"

"The prince must be very panicked at the moment and needs our support the most. Fortunately, it's just a few letters. The handwriting can be imitated, but it's not enough to convince the emperor, so it's still possible to keep the prince's position." He thought for a while,

Slowly sitting on the golden nanmu chair, forcing himself to relax all his strength, he muttered: "Qinghan has a cold personality. If she can obey the prince, maybe the prince will trust us very much. It's up to you to decide what to do."

The look of surprise on Mrs. Li's face turned into disappointment with Li Desuan's words. Even the jade hairpin on her head was drooping, and her whole person looked lifeless, "I know."

The night in the palace is always particularly quiet, and even the chirping of mosquitoes is particularly harsh. The thick and dark night gives the majestic and strange palace a layer of panic-inducing loneliness. The octagonal palace lanterns sway, bright

The fire illuminated the steps in front of the palace, but that was all.

The emperor no longer knows which concubine's palace he is staying in. Perhaps he is playing the games in the bed that he has always enjoyed. Ever since Yu Wushuang became pregnant, he has felt very lonely. Although there are many beauties in the palace, they are not as good as

One half of Yu Wushuang, I heard that she knew the art of harvesting yang and replenishing yin, which always made the emperor excited and happy as a fairy. He often praised Yu Wushuang as comparable to Xia Ji.

Who is Xia Ji? She is a woman who is charming to the core, good at harvesting yang and replenishing yin. She can make men want to live and die. They want to hold her in their arms day and night. Because of her, several wars have been started.

After all, Yu Wushuang cannot be compared with her.

The imperial concubine was counting the beads on the bead curtain to pass the time. Her face was much more haggard than before, and she must have been anxious about what happened these days. Su Qiaoer served a bowl of blue stem porridge, and the imperial concubine only took one look at it and felt

He lost his appetite and asked: "Is the prince in good health recently?"

Su Qiao'er was the confidant of the Imperial Concubine and had served her for more than ten years. Seeing the Imperial Concubine worried and tired, she became anxious herself, "It's still the same as before. She said she was suffering from asthma. The prince is so young that he actually suffers from it."

Got such a disease."

The imperial concubine's face darkened and her tone was quite dissatisfied, "The prince is obedient. He is sick at this time. The emperor will naturally feel pity. It's just a pity that I have carefully arranged the decoction for him."

The sandalwood incense spread in the palace, lingering on the tip of the nose, and the candlelight scattered in the room, smearing a little indifference. Su Qiaoer had a sneer on her lips, "The prince was originally unlucky. In the future, the tenth prince will become the emperor.

Where does he have his status? It is because of your kindness that the prince has been healthy for so many years. It’s just your kindness that caused today’s irreparable situation. How arrogant is the prince?”

The imperial concubine's thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her eyes were filled with deep determination, "His mother is the queen. Even though she has passed away, she still has an indelible status in the emperor's heart. Although I am the imperial concubine, I am not.

Queen."

Su Qiaoer didn't know what to say for a moment. The imperial concubine rubbed her brows and said: "Those aides around the prince gave him advice, but they still ended up like this, and they also dragged this palace down."

Su Qiaoer picked up the round fan on the table, gently fanned the imperial concubine, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry, the Emperor naturally values ​​your Majesty the most..."

"The emperor values ​​me, and of course I know it in my heart. But although the emperor is ridiculous, he is like a mirror in his heart. What's more, he is extremely suspicious. Living under his nose is really scary!" At this point, she said

Lianrong said sternly: "Everything around Noble Jade has been ordered by the Emperor himself. We can only let her give birth to the child. If she is a princess, I will let her go. If she is a prince, the palace will be lively from now on."

Already."

The jade bead curtains made a crisp clashing sound as the evening breeze blew. Such a quiet night seemed to make the insects outside the house scream at the top of their lungs. The imperial concubine fell asleep peacefully, with Su Qiaoer respectfully serving beside her.

East Palace.

Sima Cong was bedridden, and his coughing resounded throughout the palace, adding a thick layer of panic to such a tense moment.

Suddenly, a figure flashed outside. Sima Cong half-opened his eyes and looked over. The figure behind the flower bed curtain was extremely blurry, but he could tell that he was in good shape. He immediately tensed up and opened his mouth to call out: "Li Qinghan?"

The man sneered, walked in with the medicine, and said, "Your Highness is confused. How could Miss Li Er appear here?"

That was Qi Yuwei, the maid next to Sima Cong. She had been with the prince for many years, and sometimes she spoke inappropriately, but Sima Cong would not blame her. A look of disappointment passed through his eyes, his face turned pale, and he smiled weakly, "Yes.

Ah, how could she appear here? With Marquis Wu An here, she will naturally not miss me."

Although her body was weak, her words were full of sourness. Qi Yuwei took a spoonful of the medicine, blew a few breaths, and said: "Your Highness is weak, so don't worry about these things. Drink the medicine quickly!"

"

Sima Cong shook his head, pushed her hand away, and took a deep breath, "My position as the prince has been shaky since I took it. The queen mother was not favored by me. If it weren't for the strong support of Taishi Zhao, I might not be able to take the position."

As the crown prince, perhaps there won’t be so many hardships and tribulations today.”
Chapter completed!