Situ Wan stood frozen, clenching her hands tightly, her nails pricking her palms but she didn't notice it at all. Only the hatred in her heart was so strong that she wanted to eat Yun Zishu's flesh, drink her blood, and twitch her tendons.
She is where she is today thanks to Yun Zishu!
"Wan'er." The queen said tiredly, "You should go back first and leave me alone."
"Auntie." Situ Wan turned around and knelt down. All the gloom and hatred in his eyes were gone, and his face was replaced by a look of remorse and self-blame. "Wan'er knows that I was wrong. It was me who killed my elder brother. I have sinned so much. Please
Aunt, please give me a death! Aunt, I really don’t know how to live anymore, Aunt..."
Seeing her like this, the queen's heart softened again: "You are the only bloodline left in the Situ family to talk about whether you live or die. Don't say stupid things anymore."
"But Auntie," Situ Wan lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, and burst into tears in an instant, "Every day at Zhongyi Marquis is torture. I...I really can't stand it any longer..."
"Mother Zhao." The queen's brows were furrowed, and her voice was tinged with gloom, "Send someone to the Zhongyi Hou Mansion to deliver a message. After Xuan'er's mourning period, I want Wan'er to stay in the palace.
How many days."
Aunt Zhao respectfully responded: "Yes."
"In addition, I would like to take the old lady of the Marquis of Zhongyi into the palace. I have something to say to her."
"yes."
Situ Wan, who was kneeling on the ground, sobbed softly and kowtowed slowly: "Thank you, Auntie, for making the decision for Wan'er. Wan'er deserves it."
The queen waved her hand: "Go back first, don't think too much."
Situ Wan even swallowed and let out a hum. When he stood up, his body swayed slightly. Aunt Zhao reached out to help her in time: "Miss Wan'er, be careful."
"Thank you, Aunt Zhao." Situ Wan thanked her in a low voice, with a weak and helpless expression of gratitude, "I'm going back first, please serve my aunt well and don't make her feel too sad."
Aunt Zhao nodded.
Situ Wan saluted the queen: "Wan'er, please leave."
The queen didn't say anything. She was still thinking about Yun Zishu's pregnancy. She was in a bad mood just now and didn't have time to ask. Now she wanted to ask someone to ask, but she felt it was unnecessary.
The queen was silent, and a thought suddenly came to her mind. This thought made her heart skip a beat, and her heart beat violently involuntarily.
Yun Zishu is pregnant. If she is pregnant with a boy...if the prince is assassinated and dies, this child will be the only heir to the royal family.
If the emperor is gone, the prince is gone too... Sweat oozed out from her palms. The queen took a deep breath, restrained the sudden thought, and tried to calm herself down.
The prince has no respect for his mother at all. He is too untamed. He will never be kind to her when he becomes emperor, let alone the Situ family.
But what if he is gone?
If the emperor suddenly dies, the child in Yun Zishu's belly will be the only heir to the country of Dongyou. Yun Zishu comes from Dayong and has a shallow foundation. It is impossible for the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to agree to let her take power, so only she, the Queen Mother, can
Qualification to listen to politics behind the curtain.
The queen pressed her forehead gently, carefully thinking about this possibility step by step. She knew in her heart that in order to successfully achieve such a goal, the prerequisite must be that the emperor dies and the prince dies.
How to let the emperor die and the prince die of illness, and still ensure that he escapes unscathed and successfully controls the government?
The queen's heart beat like thunder.
She needs a helper, someone who is ambitious and can be used by her, but who will not escape her control.
Dongling Sheng or Dongling Zhang?
"The Queen." Nanny Zhao came back and bowed her knees, "Miss Wan has left the palace. I sent someone to notify the old lady of the Zhongyi Hou Mansion and asked her to enter the palace early tomorrow morning."
The queen hummed and said calmly: "Mother Zhao."
Aunt Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and she had to bend down and say, "Your Majesty?"
"Who do you think is better to get along with, Princess Rong or Princess Cheng?"
Get along better?
Aunt Zhao's heart sank, and she suddenly realized that this was an unusual question. Both princesses had been in contact with each other. On the surface, the queen asked who was easier to get along with, but she actually wanted to ask who was the best to control.
As the master of the harem, why did the queen suddenly want to control a princess?
Aunt Zhao did not dare to think further, but she told the truth: "Compared to Princess Cheng, Princess Rong is more impulsive and irritable, but she always has to be more restrained in front of the Queen."
The queen didn't say anything, but she agreed with what Aunt Zhao said in her heart.
Yes, so what if you are impulsive and irritable? You still have to be more restrained in front of her. Besides, the more impulsive and irritable a person is, the easier it is to control him.
But at this juncture, what reason should she use to summon Princess Rong into the palace?
…
After leaving the palace gate, Yun Zishu walked to the carriage and was about to get on when her eyes suddenly froze.
"Your Highness." Leng Yue also noticed the abnormality, raised her hand and stepped on the front of the car to feel, "There is oil."
Yun Zishu sighed coldly, and her eyes fell on another carriage next to her. There was a hint of ridicule in her eyes, and then she got on the carriage neatly. With just a slight nod of her feet, she quickly raised the curtain and bowed in.
car.
Leng Yue turned around and looked around, said nothing, and drove away in the carriage.
Situ Wan, who was a step behind, walked out of the palace and happened to see Yun Zishu's carriage gradually driving away. She watched expressionlessly until the carriage left her sight, then she looked away, feeling secretly annoyed in her heart.
There was little excitement in the next few days. On the surface it was calm, but privately there was a turbulent undercurrent.
The more martial law is enforced in the Prince's Mansion, the more the ministers murmur in their hearts, especially Prince Cheng's Mansion and Prince Rong's Mansion.
After Princess Rong gave the money to Aunt Shi, she concluded from Aunt Shi's expression that the prince's condition was not good, so she cleverly told Prince Rong and her son what she had discovered. At the same time, Dongling Sheng also followed the officials.
The minister reached an agreement that as long as it was confirmed that the prince was really dead, the marriage contract between the two houses would still count.
King Cheng used his connections and tried every possible means to get information from the imperial physician. He spent thousands of taels of silver to find out some information, saying that the prince was seriously injured, I'm afraid...
This is the case for everyone in the world. The easier it is to get information, the less willing it is to believe it. It seems that only information bought with effort and money has higher authenticity, so King Cheng felt at ease.
Both the two princes wishfully thought that they had another chance, and the competition began. However, compared to the frequent actions of the two princes, the general's palace and the Fu family were both very calm. In the past, they were often called into the study of the prince's palace.
Huangfu Lingfeng, Fu Nanchuan and Qi Jin who were discussing the matter were still doing what they were supposed to do, as if nothing had happened.
They didn't even find a reason to visit the doctor. Looking at the eyes of others, they couldn't help but feel that in fact, all the families only put their interests first. How could there be so much friendship and loyalty?