"Photo album?"

Princess Jing shook her head, surely there was no such thing.

"There is a small statue of the emperor and grandfather, come with me."

Murong Yusu suddenly interrupted. He remembered that there was a small portrait of the emperor and grandfather in his father's study. He saw it when he was a child, and Honeysuckle would definitely not ask for no reason.

Little statue? Princess Jing was following inexplicably, she really didn't know about it.

Since his death, Prince Jing's study was locked and never opened. Everyone knows that Prince Jing does not want to see things and think of others. When Prince Jing is in the mansion, she is in the study, and the princess can't stand it when she is in the scene.

"I'm so nice, I didn't even say hello."

Princess Jing touched the desk used by the chair that Prince Jing sat on during his lifetime, and she couldn't stop crying as she talked.

"Princess, this man has passed away..."

Honeysu was holding the princess, and Murong Yusu was silently searching for the small statue he was talking about, and saw him holding a somewhat old book on the desk and opening it.

"I remember when I was a child, I sat on my father's lap and looked at it. My father said that I looked very much like the emperor's grandfather, honeysuckle, what do you want to see this?"

A small portrait is carefully sandwiched into the book. The small portrait is not drawn by the painter in the palace. It is drawn casually, but it paints a person's expression very vividly, especially the eyes.

"That's right, it's very similar to the prince." Honeysuckle looked carefully and didn't dare to touch it. It could be seen that the owner of this little statue cherished the portrait very much.

Princess Jing wiped her eyes and looked closely, "Yes, this is the late emperor. I have seen the portrait of the late emperor in the palace, but this should be when the late emperor was young, wait... Yu'er, look at the corner of the pen, this is signed."

"Sign up?"

Honeysu and Murong Yusu looked at each other, but they didn't look at the words.

"You young people don't know that this is called Tibetan style. It was popular for a while before, and it was usually used by men and women... to pass on books."

The princess said embarrassedly, then clicked a few lines in the lower left corner, which seemed to be outlined by the shoulder folds. If you look closely, you can really tell something strange.

"Princess, how do you look at this?" I really can't tell what the specific word is.

Honeysuckle asked in a low voice, Prince Jing walked forward, pointed to the direction of the lines and outlined it with his fingers, "This is... Qian, it's the word Qian."

"Madam Qian?" Honey Dong looked at the princess and Murong Yusu, and it seemed that everything was true.

Princess Jing was also a little confused. Where did this little prince come from? Does the prince know his life experience?

"This is..." Murong Yusu stroked the small statue with some fingers. He remembered that although he was still young at that time, he remembered that his father seemed to have said something to him.

Let him think about it carefully.

"Yu'er, what should you do? If it's true, what are you going to do?"

Princess Jing quietly grabbed Murong Yusu's hand. If it was true, if the emperor knew, it would not be as simple as neglecting Prince Jing's mansion, nor as simple as seizing power.

"Prince, I will hand over the imperial edict to you. I will support you whatever you want."

Honeysu knew that no matter what he did, it was difficult for Murong Yusu, but he had to do this decision. They didn't know how much the emperor knew now.

Do you only know that Prince Jing is Mrs. Qian’s child, or that he himself is not the blood of the late emperor. If you know, can you still tolerate Prince Jing’s mansion?

"Yu'er, so is the mother. No matter what decision you make, I will support you. Our orphan and widowed mother in Prince Jing's Mansion are not afraid of anything."

Murong Yusu closed the book quietly, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Honeysuckle and Princess Jing didn't say anything, and they all knew how difficult he was.

"Mother, Honeysuckle, when my father looked at me in this small statue when he was a child, I vaguely remember that my father once told me that I will always remember that it is our duty to protect the people of Dayuan. The country has changed and the people suffered in the end. Although I can't remember what my father said, it's probably because of this. Mother, Honeysuckle, I want to ask for orders to guard the northwest. If the emperor agrees, we will leave immediately. If... the emperor does not agree, or the emperor really can't tolerate it, we still have the imperial decree of the emperor."

He can make concessions to the Dayuan River, but he will never allow anyone to endanger his mother and honeysuckle.

Honeysu stared at Murong Yusu in a daze. How can such a man not make people feel moved? His mind can accommodate the world.

"Okay, no matter how you do it, the mother has no objection. My son is indeed a good man. If your father knows, it is not worth much comfort." Prince, you have rested in peace, our son is very good!

"Mother!" Murong Yusu hugged Princess Jing.

In fact, he felt wronged, how could he not be wronged? His father was killed. As a son, he could not rush over to seek revenge. His tolerance for border security. Now he tried his best to stabilize the court, but he became a pawn in the hands of the emperor. For the sake of the stability of the country, he had to endure it.

"My son is very good. Mother knows that you are wronged. Yu'er, I live for a lifetime just to have a clear conscience. It's okay. Your father won't blame you, nor will your emperor and grandfather. You are a good person, and your mother is happy."

Her son! Who will bear the pain in his heart for him?

Yandong touched tears silently. No matter what choice he made, she, Wei Yandong, was with her to the end.

The Wei family's ancestral home is in Liaojiang. Her grandfather often said that she wanted to go back and see her when she was alive. She might be able to fulfill her grandfather's dream. The Wei family is always in danger of staying in Kyoto, and her family is not at peace. She is even more afraid that someone will use the Wei family to use her to pinch the prince.

"My son is fine, don't worry, Mother, Mother must pay attention to her health, and she will have to take care of her grandson in the future." Murong Yusu couldn't bear the princess's sadness, smiled and cleared her mood, blinked at the honeysuckle.

The two most important women in his life, he will definitely protect their health.

"It's right. When your father's filial piety period is over, you can get married quickly. There are so many people who are worried about the big and small things in the court, and there are not only you. Isn't the emperor about to wake up? With the emperor here, you can rest well."

Princess Jing is not angry. How can she not feel sorry for her son because of these grievances?

"Okay, I'll listen to my mother, I'll be with you more in the future."

“That’s right.”

Honeysuckle looked silently. Although the mother and son said that, could they really let it go?

Jiang Hai rushed back to Kyoto at night, and Honeysu took the will and handed it directly to Murong Yusu. The mountain in his heart was also given.

If the emperor really talks about his bloodline, there is a will here.

It depends on what chess the emperor plays. In fact, Murong Yusu can now enter the court with the will and announce his true appearance in public. So what can the emperor do?

But in this case, it will definitely be a turmoil. Can the emperor delegate power? It is definitely impossible.

What should court officials make a decision? No matter which side they choose, they will be forced to do so.
Chapter completed!