After the King of Chu and his family were guarded by the imperial guards and sent out of the capital, King of Shou Zhao Heng was angrily scolded by Emperor Xuande and ordered a month to be banned because he repeatedly requested the emperor to recall his brother.

Originally, the atmosphere of the Shou Palace was depressing enough when something happened to the King of Chu. Now his prince has been confined. Before autumn has passed, the Shou Palace seems to have ushered in winter in advance, and it is chilly everywhere.

After Zhao Heng returned home, he went into the study alone. When it was dark, he rested in the inner room of the study. He practiced calligraphy and painting at dawn. No one was allowed to disturb him. Only Eunuch Fu went in to deliver food, waited for his master to wash, and when cleaning the room, he could see the prince a few times. From beginning to end, Zhao Heng pursed his lips and said nothing.

Song Jianing could imagine the situation of the prince in the front yard without asking about Eunuch Fu.

Song Jianing was not in a hurry to do this, but felt heartbroken.

When she first met King Shou in this life, he was the future emperor in her eyes. She wanted to be the emperor. How could her life be bad? So some people laughed at King Shou for stuttering, and some looked down on him because of this. Song Jianing didn't care. She always felt that King Shou was a person with great blessings. Gradually, she had more contact with King Shou and King Shou was kind to her. The future emperor in King Shou was finally turned into a flesh-and-blood person. If someone laughed at his mouth disease, Song Jianing would not help but feel sad for him.

But these are all trivial matters. After marrying him, Prince Wu'an and the uncle of Qin had an accident one after another. Song Jianing personally felt the uneasiness of the royal family for the first time, but she knew that her man would be the last emperor. Faced with the turmoil in the court, Song Jianing still didn't care much until something happened to the King of Chu.

The King of Chu is the biological brother of the prince and his mother.

Seeing the King of Chu go crazy and witnessing the prince with his own eyes because he was worried that his brother would be in peace day and night, Song Jianing finally realized that it was difficult for the prince. Perhaps he finally became the emperor and became the most powerful man in the world, but before ascending the throne, the prince suffered too much. He watched his brother be demoted to a civilian but was powerless, and even in the future, he would be slandered by the people, saying that the King of Chu was harmed by him...

"Dad!"

Suddenly, the daughter's excitement sound came from her ears. Song Jianing was shocked and saw her daughter lying in front of the windowsill with her little butt sticking out, looking out with her little face against the glass window. Song Jianing's heart beat faster and immediately moved to her daughter. As a result, when she looked out, there was no prince in the empty yard?

"Dad!" Zhao Zhao was still shouting, and his fat fingers pointed at the glass window. Song Jianing looked in the direction his daughter pointed at and was immediately amused and crying. It turned out that a goose yellow butterfly flew from somewhere. The daughter was calling it "Dad" but "butterfly".

The little princess here just saw a rare butterfly. Liu Xi and Jiuer had quietly surrounded each other from two directions in the yard, trying to catch the butterfly. Zhao Zhao widened his eyes. The butterfly flew higher and higher. Seeing that it was about to fly away, Liu Xi suddenly jumped up, and with a slap in both hands, the butterfly disappeared.

Zhao Zhao was so anxious that he stood on tiptoe, and Song Jianing was sweating. What if Liu Xi slapped the butterfly to death and his daughter cried?

Of course, Liu Xi would not disappoint the little princess. She squinted her eyes and looked at her palms, smiled, and looked at the princess through the window. The little princess nodded, then went to the main hall, found a small pink porcelain jar, put the butterfly in, and quickly covered a layer of gauze, and then carried it into the house for the little princess to see.

The weather is getting colder in September, butterflies are no longer common. Zhao Zhao likes goose yellow again. It is rare to sit on the couch and hold the porcelain jar, and his face is almost covered with that layer of gauze.

After watching the butterfly for a while, he was about to have lunch. Zhaozhao would play with his mother at other times, because his father was not at home, and the little girl didn't miss her father very much. But whenever it was time to eat, Zhaozhao would look at the door and then call her "Dad" or "Father" in confusion. This time was no exception.

Song Jianing had no choice but to continue lying, lied to his daughter, the father had already eaten it, and then used delicious food to divert his daughter's attention. The King of Chu left Beijing, and there were too many things that Song Jianing dared not disturb him easily. After so long as he got married, Song Jianing had already figured out the temper of King Shou. He was a prince with great worries, but he was also a man from the Gu family. As long as the prince figured it out, he liked his daughter so much, and he would definitely come to see them.

One day passed like this. In the evening, Song Jianing coaxed her daughter to sleep. She returned to the upper room, touched the blood jade bracelet on her wrist and thought for a while, and slowly closed her eyes. Song Jianing didn't sleep very peacefully that night. She dreamed that the prince stood alone on the grassland. She wanted to go over to find him, but the grassland began to turn, and no matter how she ran, she couldn't get close, but instead became farther and farther away from him.

"Prince..."

Song Jianing murmured and suddenly woke up. The room was dark and it was not dawn, but the maids were already walking around in the yard. Song Jianing was sweating all over and continued to lie down for a while, and when he felt more comfortable, he called the maids in to serve. Shuang'er, Liu'er served her to wash, Jiu'er put on the bed and folded the quilt, and carefully looked through the quilt. Jiu'er suppressed his excitement and turned around to remind his master: "Princess, you have been late for five days."

The month of the princess who arrived in August is now the sixth day of the September 2019.

In another case, Song Jianing would definitely think about pregnancy, but after she came back from the paddock, her menstrual affairs were not regular in the past six months. The longest time was ten days late, which made her happy several times. Now the prince is in a bad mood, and Song Jianing dared not dare to hire a doctor rashly. Anyway, she would not be tired. She is really pregnant and doesn't need to hire an imperial physician. She will be sure in a while.

Compared to being late for menstruation, Song Jianing was more concerned about her husband in the front yard. The dream last night was not very auspicious.

After washing and changing clothes, Song Jianing had just finished packing, and the wet nurse brought Zhao Zhao over. After breakfast, Song Jianing absent-mindedly coaxed her daughter, and her eyes couldn't help floating out of the window. As she suddenly saw a little eunuch running over in a hurry. Song Jianing's face changed drastically, and she put her shoes on the ground first.

"Princess, the prince is sick, come and take a look!" the little eunuch gasped.

Song Jianing was a little panicked. The prince would do morning exercises every day and he was in great health. He had a minor illness at most every year, and he would be cured by coughing a few times. This time, he actually scared the eunuch who was serving him like this... Song Jianing didn't want to delay for a moment and turned around to coax his daughter: "Mom, go see your father, Zhao Zhao is obedient, can you wait for your mother here?"

Zhaozhao also missed his father and hummed and wanted to go with his mother.

Song Jianing sank at his daughter for the first time: "Obe obedient."

Zhao Zhao blinked her eyes, a little afraid of such a mother, so the wet nurse helped coax her in time. Seeing that her daughter was quite obedient, Song Jianing immediately took Shuang'er to the front yard. He quickly stepped into the bedroom in the study and saw Eunuch Fu bent down and guarding the bedside. Doctor Qiao of the prince was sitting on a chair and taking the vein for the prince, while her prince closed her eyes weakly, and her face was not normal.

"The prince is overthinking. Qiu Han is in his body. In fact, there are symptoms prematurely. It is only because the prince has been hiding it, so it seems to be in full force." Let go of the prince's wrist, Doctor Qiao stood up and explained to the prince respectfully, "The princess does not need to worry. I will prescribe the medicine now. The prince will take it after the meal and will recover in two days at the latest."

Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief and saw the man on the bed opening his eyes slowly. Song Jianing hurriedly walked over, sat down beside the bed, held his hand tightly, and wanted to blame him for not caring about his body. He met his blood-filled eyes and remembered the pain in his heart. Song Jianing couldn't say anything, and asked him with heartache: "Is it very uncomfortable?"

There were only six words, and halfway through the words, the gentle voice mixed with crying, and the beautiful color of water appeared in the almond's eyes.

Zhao Heng looked at her tears in her eyes and gradually became clear-headed. He remembered that he had a crying little princess.

"It's okay." Zhao Heng patted her hands and tried to sit up.

"Your Majesty, don't move." Song Jianing understood him. He was alone in the front yard for more than half a month. She couldn't bother him. But now the prince was ill and she didn't want to let him go. She immediately pressed the man's shoulder and told him with tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty is sick, you lie down and rest, get up after you get sick."

Zhao Heng was indeed weak all over. Seeing her tears might fall off at any time, she smiled and stopped moving.

Song Jianing asked Eunuch Fu to prepare breakfast first. There were no outsiders in the room. Song Jianing leaned on the man's shoulder, wiped tears on his clothes, leaned on his broad chest and said, "Prince, I know you are uncomfortable. You don't want to tell me that I don't bother you, but you are sick, and I can't sit idly by anymore..."

"What do you want?" Zhao Heng asked with a laugh. The brother was crazy because he was holding back his resentment. He had hatred for the person who framed his brother, but that hatred was not enough to crush him. He suddenly fell ill. It was probably because he was thinking about his worries in the bathtub a few days ago, but he had been soaking for too long without realizing it. In addition, he hadn't slept well recently, so he caught up.

Hearing the smile in his words, Song Jianing raised his head in surprise.

She saw the smile on the corner of the prince's mouth, and Zhao Heng also saw the tears rolling in her almond eyes, black and moist eyes, and didn't think much when she was pretending to be in her heart. Now she is here, looking at him with concern and distress. Zhao Heng suddenly thought so hard. He didn't know where to get the strength, and pulled her to the bed, then hugged her tightly in her arms, buried her thick and cool hair, and took a deep breath.

Feeling his domineering movements and silent closeness, Song Jianing's uneasy heart suddenly calmed down. He hugged him quietly without saying anything.

"Prince, Princess, breakfast is ready." It was quiet, and Eunuch Fu's request came from outside.

Song Jianing opened his eyes, but Zhao Heng did not let go.

Song Jianing gently pushed him and whispered: "Get up, I'll feed the prince some porridge and then take medicine later."

Zhao Heng nodded and slowly let go of her.

Song Jianing sat up and saw him looking at him intently. He was regaining his spirits. Song Jianing became more and more calm. He sorted out his clothes and asked Eunuch Fu to come in. The prince was sick and his diet should be light. Eunuch Fu brought a bowl of vegetable porridge with ginger that kept warm. Song Jianing didn't like to eat ginger very much, and was not particularly resistant. But for some reason, when he smelled the ginger smell emitted by the heat, Song Jianing couldn't help but want to vomit.

Zhao Heng sat down and soon realized something was wrong with her. His face became whiter and whiter, and his eyebrows became deeply frowning.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Heng held her hand and asked seriously.

Just as Song Jianing was about to pass by, his stomach suddenly rolled in his stomach. He was afraid of hitting the prince. Song Jianing didn't care about explanation, so he put down the porridge bowl and covered his mouth and ran out. Zhao Heng's weakest energy had passed. Her gentle and caring eyes and words worked better than any magic medicine, which made him feel comfortable from the inside out. Therefore, when Song Jianing ran, Zhao Heng jumped out of bed and went to chase her in only the middle clothes.

Song Jianing did not vomit, and stood outside the study with his chest covering his chest, covering his clothes with his hands, trying to calm down his discomfort.

Zhao Heng didn't know what was wrong with her, but immediately ordered Eunuch Fu to call Doctor Qiao over.

After all, Song Jianing was pregnant once, and in the morning he received a reminder from Jiuer. He had a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that he would make a mistake. The couple returned to the inner room. Song Jianing advised Zhao Heng to lie back, but Zhao Heng insisted on helping her sit, persuaded her to come and go. Doctor Qiao came and took the pulse for Song Jianing.

Song Jianing stared at Doctor Qiao nervously.

Doctor Qiao tilted his head slightly. After a while, he let go of his hand, glanced at the princess, then led Shuang'er to the side, asked a few questions in a low voice, and confirmed that the princess' menstruation was late, so Doctor Qiao turned back and said to the two masters with a smile: "Prince, according to my husband, the princess's pulse is quite like a happy pulse, but maybe it's too short, so it takes a few more days to confirm."

Song Jianing has bright almond eyes and Doctor Qiao has excellent Chinese medicine skills. Since she dares to say that she looks quite like a happy pulse, she should be inseparable from the tenth.

She looked at the prince beside her in surprise.

Zhao Heng was also happy, but more surprised, because he had been worried about his brother who had been demoted from the capital for more than half a month, and had never thought that his princess would diagnose his joy at this time. Zhao Heng turned sideways, saw her happy almond eyes, and saw her regaining rosy face, so beautiful and energetic, and was happy to be pregnant with his flesh and blood again.

The warm joy, like the spring breeze, blew away the haze that had been circling his heart for many days.

"Reward, two taels of silver for one person!" Holding her hand, Zhao Heng sang loudly, and his handsome face no longer had a trace of depression.

Eunuch Fu was so excited that he was about to cry. Before going out to pass the order, he looked at the princess gratefully.
Chapter completed!