He Yunchu put down his medical skills and helped Zhao Su sit down. He was a little curious and said, "What's wrong? I brought up Ping An. Of course I will always take care of him."
She completely separated Ping An from Mo Jingxing, because Ping An was already given up by Mo Jingxing when she was born at such a young age, so she would never take the initiative to give up Ping An again in her life.
In He Yunchu's view, Ping An is an independent and completely free individual.
She is like a piece of white paper, regardless of life experience, it is completely blank. He Yunchu is adding content to it. What she gives to Ping An is love, and Ping An will grow into a healthy sapling.
Otherwise, it may grow in mud.
"I know what you are thinking," Zhao Su knew He Yunchu's temperament: "But have you ever thought about it, to the Holy One, Ping An is the child of the enemy after all."
He Yunchu didn't expect this: "How could it be possible? I can see that Wei Siyun has been good to Ping An recently."
"That's true, but do you think he really has no grudges against this child? Even when I see you scolding Luo'er because of Ping An, I feel a little uncomfortable. After all, Luo'er is your biological child, and it was you who found him like this.
It took a long time to get it back, but if you carry the water in peace, it will be unfair to Luo'er."
He Yunchu opened his mouth, but did not say anything to refute.
She really didn't think deeply, because she regarded both children as equally important, so she didn't show any favoritism to anyone who made mistakes.
Is it possible that this is also wrong?
Is Wei Siyun's kindness towards Ping An mixed with other emotions?
"The Holy One has no objections to Ping An. It's all for your sake. Don't say you didn't see it. Xiaochu, he is the emperor with the highest status. He is willing to tolerate Ping An at this time, but what about the future?"
He Yunchu murmured: "What about the future?"
Zhao Su didn't want to embarrass her, but there were some things he wanted to say clearly, so he held He Yunchu's hand and said sincerely: "You will have to return to Fufeng in the future. If your relationship with the Lord is stable, he will definitely grant you a title."
Yes, the same goes for Luo'er, he is a prince, and the title is inevitable for him."
"I know." He Yunchu was so comfortable recuperating from his illness that he didn't think about what would happen after returning to the palace.
Zhao Su mentioned it, so you have to think about it.
In addition to children, there are other things between them.
For example, before she left for Pingdu, there were rumors that Wei Siyun was getting married.
For example, when I return to the palace, I will face many doubts.
After all, it has been two years since she left, not two days, but two months.
The He family's power has declined since Wei Siyun succeeded to the throne. He Feng is now an empty shell and has long since declined.
She does not have a natal family that is beneficial to the government, nor does she have the ambition and means to manage the harem.
In fact, nowhere is suitable for a palace.
And just like Zhao Su said, now she is still carrying a child of unknown origin.
Ping An and Mo Jingxing look so similar.
Sure enough, I heard Zhao Su say: "What's more, that girl looks so much like her biological father. Even if you sever her relationship with Mo Jingxing in your heart, what about the courtiers? What about the people?"
He Yunchu pursed his lips and was speechless.
Zhao Su saw that she was listening, so he continued to speak, with some sincerity: "People always have to make choices, there are always more important things. Luoer was born to you, Your Majesty... He has gone through many dangers with you,
You should know what’s important, right?”
It was He Yunchu who thought less. She thought that as long as Wei Siyun also accepted Ping An, she could still take Ping An by her side and raise him in the future.
But if Ping An is brought back, as Zhao Su said, there will always be people who will question it, and some people will linger on the surface.
Some people will say that Wei Siyun recognized the thief as his daughter.
She may not care about herself, but she cannot care about Wei Siyun's status and background.
"But...do I really want to separate from Ping An? Mom, she didn't do anything wrong, she just ended up with an unfit father."
"Why don't I know that the child is right?"
Zhao Su remembered that he was forced to marry He Feng. Later, when he married the concubine, he paid less and less attention to their mother and daughter, and even always favored the second wife.
If he hadn't missed He Yunchu, Zhao Su wouldn't have been able to stay in He Mansion for many years.
But at that time, she was also thinking, what's wrong with the child?
"While she is still young, Ping An is a sensible person. Find her a good family and let her grow up well. In fact, for her, a dull life is the most valuable thing."
At the corner, the two little guys came back after washing their hands.
Their sleeves were folded up by the maid, and their wet hands did not dare to be put down. They were both raised, looking a little funny.
One of them is pink and the other is blue. Ping An didn't show any displeasure at being pushed by Le Yu just now. There were still smiles on their little faces, and they even grinned when they saw He Yunchu.
"Mother!"
She rushed over and lay on He Yunchu's knees, raising her hands for He Yunchu to smell: "Sister said, wash your hands and it smells good."
The maids didn't know where they found scented ointment for them to wash their hands with. It really smelled like red cherry blossoms in early summer.
Not to be outdone, Le Yu also raised her hand to greet Yun Chu, but his words were more concise and concise: "Fragrant!"
He Yunchu put away his dazed thoughts and looked at Ping An with a somewhat complicated look.
Seeing Le Yu's expression was a little funny: "You are a boy, do you also want to be fragrant?"
A breeze blew by, and Le Yu was picked up from behind. When he looked back, he realized it was Wei Siyun.
Wei Siyun just came out of the study, hugged his son, took a few puffs, nodded and said: "It smells very good. Tell your mother, the prince also wants a good smell."
Then he lowered his eyes, met He Yunchu, and smiled at each other.
It's been like this most of the time these days. They live a good life in this courtyard. They are like an ordinary couple, raising their children here.
Zhao Su also put away her thoughts, carried Ping An over and stuffed her with a piece of pastry.
Ping An had a great time eating.
She was too young to think of much. Although her relationship with Le Yu was still not very harmonious, she felt very satisfied that her mother was here, her grandmother was here, and Wei Siyun would hug her from time to time.
But when He Yunchu looked at her satisfied smile, his heart became more complicated.
Sleep well at night.
Wei Siyun heard the person next to him turning over several times, thinking that He Yunchu had fallen asleep and the wound hurt, so he reached out and patted her: "Aren't you asleep?"
He Yunchu didn't want to talk about what was on his mind, so he just hummed softly.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" He put his hand on the wound on He Yunchu's head. The scar there had fallen away, and new hair was growing in the small area where it had been cut off.
"It's not uncomfortable." He Yunchu pulled his hand down and held it, but was immediately taken into his arms.
Wei Siyun gently stroked her back. He didn't know what she was thinking, so he could only guess: "Then what are you thinking about?"
He Yunchu thought of something: "Mo Jingxing, what are you going to do with him?"