Stepping into the palace gate, the eunuchs and maids who were sweeping the floor and doing flowers inside all bowed down and saluted him.
"Meet His Highness Ninth Prince!"
Among them, the young and courageous palace maid quietly raised her head to look at Zhao Yanxun. This handsome prince was extremely lethal to the young girls in Huaichun.
Zhao Yanxun remained expressionless. At this moment, his mind was not on the outside at all, but on Concubine Duan in the palace.
When he reached the center of the garden, Zhao Yanxun stopped according to the etiquette in his memory and waited for Concubine Duan to summon him.
Because Concubine Duan was deeply favored by the emperor, the regulations of Xianfu Palace were greatly improved. The appearance alone is much more exquisite than other palaces, and the clothes of the palace ladies and eunuchs are as brand new.
After a while, a female official came out from the main palace gate. After bowing to Zhao Yanxun, she said, "Your Majesty, please come into the palace!"
Zhao Yanxun stepped forward and slowly walked up the steps outside the main hall of Xianfu Palace.
Approaching the main hall, there was a soft couch in front and several chairs on both sides, but Concubine Duan was not here.
Zhao Yanxun looked around, walked to the center of the main hall, turned to the left, and saw Concubine Duan sitting at the round table in the side hall.
There were exquisite meals on the table, and it was obvious that Concubine Duan was having breakfast.
Concubine Duan is over forty years old, but due to proper maintenance, she looks only in her thirties, but she still looks charming.
"Xun'er is here, come here quickly!" Concubine Duan waved with a smile on her face.
Walking into the side hall, Zhao Yanxun knelt on the ground according to the shape in his memory, saluted and said: "My son pays my respects to my mother and concubine!"
"Xun'er, get up quickly, you have just recovered, don't be tired anymore!"
While Concubine Duan was speaking, the nun serving at the side stepped forward and carefully helped Zhao Yanxun up from the ground.
Because of the influence of the memory of his previous life, Zhao Yanxun felt a sense of intimacy from the bottom of his heart towards Concubine Duan, who loved her son.
So after he got up, he said to Concubine Duan: "Thank you very much, concubine!"
At Concubine Duan's signal, Zhao Yanxun walked to the table, and a palace maid immediately helped to carry the dumplings.
After taking off the black gauze winged crown on his head, a palace maid immediately came forward to take it, and then carefully placed it on the small table aside.
"Your Majesty, you haven't had your meal yet, so you ate here. Today you are coming. These are all your favorite foods!" Concubine Duan said with a warm smile.
Although Concubine Duan seemed to be just a kind mother at the moment, Zhao Yanxun knew that this concubine had deep thoughts and was quite famous in the harem.
After sitting down, Concubine Duan picked up food for her son and asked about Zhao Yanxun's physical condition.
Zhao Yanxun carefully answered Concubine Duan's questions while eating.
To be honest, Concubine Duan felt some changes in Zhao Yanxun, but she only regarded them as the sequelae of recovering from a serious illness.
When mother and son had almost finished eating, Concubine Duan glanced at the nanny beside her, who understood and waved everyone in the room to leave.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Yanxun felt confused and guessed that Concubine Duan had something important to say.
When only mother and son were left in the room, Concubine Duan picked up the spoon and put it into the bowl herself, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.
"Xun'er, there's something... mother wants to tell you in advance so that you can be prepared!"
After saying this, Concubine Duan handed the jade bowl filled with fresh soup to Zhao Yanxun, who stood up and took it respectfully.
"Please give me some advice, concubine!" Zhao Yanxun responded as he did in memory.
"Over the years, your father has intended to make you the crown prince, but now... I'm afraid it's all in vain!"
"Although I am in the harem, I have also heard some things about the previous dynasty. Now on your father's desk, there are all the reports asking you to give you the king's title and ask you to become a vassal immediately!"
Hearing these words, Zhao Yanxun felt happy, and then asked: "What do you mean by the vassal... is to let your son leave the capital and become a prince?"
Concubine Duan was surprised when Zhao Yanxun asked this question. Shouldn't her son be angry for missing out on the title of prince?
How could Concubine Duan know that Zhao Yanxun just wanted to leave the capital? After all, there were too many restrictions in this place.
And if you become a prince in another place, there will undoubtedly be far fewer constraints, and it will also allow Zhao Yanxun to make more preparations to deal with the end of the world.
For him, no king, power, wealth or honor is as important as the coming of the end of the world, which will kill people.
"Xun'er, aren't you disappointed?" Concubine Duan said worriedly. She was afraid that her son would not be able to think about it.
Disappointed? Why disappointed? Zhao Yanxun thought about this question for several seconds before he understood what Concubine Duan meant.
"My mother and concubine...in order to fight for the crown prince, I let my father and my mother's concubine criticize me for foreign ministers. My son is suffering in his heart!"
Such words established Zhao Yanxun's image as a filial son, so that Concubine Duan had tears in her eyes.
He said that Zhao Yanxun put down the jade bowl in his hand and said with firm eyes: "Simply follow the wishes of those ministers. My son may become a rich prince, so that my father, emperor, mother and concubines don't have to worry about it every day!"
She was moved, but the shock in Concubine Duan's heart at this moment was also real.
Concubine Duan just wanted Zhao Yanxun to be mentally prepared to accept failure. She really didn't expect that her son would want to give up immediately after experiencing a serious illness.
How could this be possible? Concubine Duan wanted to be the Holy Mother Queen Mother in the future. How could she give up just because she gave up? Besides, the emperor would not allow her to give up directly.
"Um...Xun'er, don't worry too much. This matter has not yet been finalized. What if it does?" Concubine Duan said with a smile.
Zhao Yanxun could only show an embarrassed smile, then picked up the emerald green bowl and tasted the soup.
At this moment, mother and son have different thoughts, and this breakfast should end here.
"Okay, you should stay in the palace for the next few days. If there is news, my mother will call you here again!" Concubine Duan said with her hand on her forehead. She seemed a little tired at the moment. The matter of seizing the legitimate son was a lot of work.
Zhao Yanxun learned from his memories that Concubine Duan had given birth to four princes before, and she was also competing with the eldest son Zhao Yanjun for the crown prince position.
It's just that his fourth brother contracted an illness and died when he was eight years old, otherwise nothing would have happened to Zhao Yanxun.
And now sitting on the throne of the prince is none other than the eldest son of the emperor, Zhao Yanjun, the prince born of a palace maid.
At this moment, Concubine Duan wanted to see off the guests, so Zhao Yanxun could only stand up, bow respectfully and then slowly exit the side hall, and then walked out of the main hall of Xianfu Palace.
"Congratulations to Your Highness!"
When the voices of the palace maids saying goodbye were heard outside the hall, the nun who had just left walked to Concubine Duan alone.
"Empress..."
"Lingsu... After my son experienced a serious illness, his thoughts have become beyond my comprehension!" Concubine Duan said helplessly.
Auntie, known as Lingsu, was Concubine Duan's absolute confidant and had done a lot of dirty work for her.
"Your Majesty... maybe this serious illness has frightened Your Highness!" Lingsu said in a cautious tone.
Hearing these words, Concubine Duan's tiredness disappeared, and there was a bit of murderous intent in her eyes.
"How is the investigation? Who did it? My son got sick for no reason?"
"My servant has carefully investigated and found that although there is no conclusive evidence, there is some connection with the Queen!"
Concubine Duan's eyelids narrowed slightly, and her expression became distorted at this moment: "She... this bitch!"
Feeling Concubine Duan's overwhelming hatred, Lingsu lowered her head and did not dare to interrupt. She was very clear about the grudge between the master and the queen. The two parties were indeed sworn enemies.
