"..." Yueya, who was following Jiang Jiang, was speechless when he heard this, and pulled Jiang Jiang to the pavilion in a corner of the palace, "You are waiting here."

Then she walked towards the palace where Yan Qingjia usually lives, knocked on the door gently, and said tentatively, "Seventh Prince?"

At this time, Lin Xiuyi's voice came from the hall, "Qing Jiaguai, is your mother here, don't go there, okay?"

"Mother's mother will never let them take you away... Why did you push me away? I am your mother!" Lin Xiuyi's voice suddenly rose and became sharp and harsh.

"Do you think Huihegong is good? She also came to Hanxue Palace to visit you. Do you want Concubine Wen to be your mother?"

"You are my son, you don't want to go anywhere!" She threatened to scan the palace maids beside her, "If you dare to go over and open the door, I will kill you one by one!"

Looking at Lin Xiuyi with a distorted and ferocious face, Yan Qingjia felt that the mother in front of him was very unfamiliar. He was a little embarrassed to argue, "My son has never thought so."

He respects his mother the most in his heart, why does he just don’t believe him?

She used to be gentle and caring for him, but now she doesn't believe everything he says, and insists on locking him up and not letting him walk out of Yunru Palace. She just hit him because he wanted to leave the palace.

Xiaoqing was full of grievances and resentment, but was at a loss.

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the hall, "Xiao Qi?"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, someone kicked hard from outside the palace gate. Lin Xiuyi nervously grabbed Yan Qingjia's hand, and didn't care if his nails were clenched into his flesh.

Outside, Jiang Jiang stood aside with his hands wrapped around his chest, and said to the three guards, directing and saying, "Continue."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After several consecutive strokes, the heavy object that blocked the palace gate was kicked open a few times, and a light came into the crack of the door, and Yan Qingjia couldn't help but say timidly, "Mother, my son's hand hurts."

However, Lin Xiuyi ignored it at all and asked the palace maids to come forward and block the door. Before the palace maids could leave, the palace gate was completely kicked open.

"Xiao Qi!"

Jiang Jiang pushed open the Eight Immortals Table blocking the hall door through the crack of the door, and saw Lin Xiuyi holding Yan Qingjia's hand nervously, as if she was a big villain.

She said to the palace maid in the hall, "You go out first."

"Lin Xiuyi, you scared Xiaoqi." Jiang Jiang walked towards Lin Xiuyi, and Lin Xiuyi took Yan Qingjia backwards repeatedly, staring at Jiang Jiang vigilantly.

"Don't come over, this is my child, don't think of taking him away!"

“…I didn’t want to take him away.”

Jiang Jiang stopped helplessly, looked at the panic-lost and haggard woman in front of her, and sighed, "Lin Xiuyi, relax, you are still pregnant, can you calm down?"

It seems that Lin Xiuyi was very uneasy when she first met. She disciplined Yan Qingjia strictly and tried her best.

The incident of Concubine Yan made her very panicked. Now Concubine Wen is approaching step by step, without hiding her purpose at all, and she is even more stressful and unable to bear it.

Yan Qingjia, who had been silent, mustered up the courage and whispered, "Mother, my son's hand hurts."

When Jiang Jiang heard this, he saw Lin Xiuyi holding Yan Qingjia's wrist tightly and quickly stepped forward and pulled it apart. He saw that Yan Qingjia's wrist was covered with nail marks, which had already been broken and bleeding from the flesh.

"Are you crazy? This is your son, don't you feel sorry for it?" Jiang Jiang didn't know what to say, and said with his breath, "Qinya, take Xiaoqi to scrub the wound."

Then he pulled Lin Xiuyi, who was yelled in a daze, and sat down, "Come on, tell me what you want to do."

"Trouble yourself and your son, and then let others get what they want."

"I don't know...I don't know." Lin Xiuyi covered her face in pain, "I don't know what's wrong with me, I don't want to be like this..."

Jiang Jiang always felt that she could do it. Now, after comparing, she was really willing to give up the disadvantage. Seeing Lin Xiuyi calm down slowly, she could only say, "Let the imperial doctor take your pulse."

She pinched Lin Xiuyi's cheeks without any flesh and sighed, "Look at how thin you are."

"There is nothing big on Concubine Chun. You will stay in Yunru Palace recently and don't walk around, grow some meat." Jiang Jiang thought for a while, "Or let Xiaoqi take a class in Yunru Palace for a while?"

This will always make you feel at ease.

Lin Xiuyi hesitated for a while after hearing this, shook her head, "It's better... forget it."

Jiang Jiang stayed in Yunru Palace for a long time. Yueya sent Xiao Qingjia back to Hanxue Palace to continue his studies. When Yueya came back, Jiang Jiang planned to leave.

Before leaving, I couldn't help but remind me, "Don't think so much. If I continue like this, I can't protect you."

If His Majesty takes action, she really can't control them, mother and son.

Lin Xiuyi was stunned for a moment and forced a smile. She looked very weak when she regained her rationality, as if the wind had fallen down. "I thank you, I am worried."

Watching the little queen leave, Lin Xiuyi's eyes fell on his lower abdomen, if... without this child, would he be calm?

At this time, a palace maid came lightly, "Empress, Empress Yun sent someone to pass on the message, please go to the Imperial Garden to listen to the music."

Lin Xiuyi was tired between his eyebrows and eyes, "Don't go."

The palace maid responded and was about to return to the palace gate to pass the message when she saw a woman walking into the hall in the dress of the musician's mansion. Lin Xiuyi was slightly stunned when she saw her, "Miss Song?"

Isn’t this Song Zhaoyi’s sister? Why did she... become a palace musician.

Song Shuzhen bowed, "Empress Xiuyi, Shuzhen came to pass the message according to the will of Concubine Yun."

She looked up and smiled and looked at the haggard Lin Xiuyi, "The Empress said, she has a way to keep the Seventh Prince as you wish."

Lin Xiuyi couldn't calm down when she heard this, and stood up with the hand of the palace maid, "I will go now."

The next morning, the palace gate of Fengqi Palace was knocked open, and then Jiang Jiang was pulled up.

"What are you doing..." She muttered dissatisfiedly, pushed away the crescent-shaped hand and fell back on the bed, turned over and looked in, buried her head in the quilt to try to find the way to her beautiful dream.

Yueya hurriedly leaned over her shoulder and wanted to turn her over, calling out, "Empress, someone from the East Palace is here."

"Come on, come on." Jiang Jiang broke away from Yueya's hand and refused to turn over to face her, "Let him wait..."

The crescent moon choked speechlessly and pointed, "Your Highness the Crown Prince came in person, just waiting in the main hall."

Get up quickly, otherwise you may not have good results this day.

Sure enough, when Jiang Jiang became a little rational when he heard Yan Huaishu's name, she lay on her side and turned her head, opened her eyes in a daze, complaining dissatisfiedly, "Isn't he busy? Why did he come to me for the early morning?"

"I was busy with the Qin Dynasty's envoys a few days ago, so no one of the court officials could have a rest." Yueya took a wet handkerchief and covered Jiang Jiang's forehead.

The wet and cold handkerchief made Jiang Jiang wake up a little. When Yueya saw her sitting up and wiping her face, she continued, "There is a rule in the court to go to court for ten days and have a day off. Isn't your highness free now?"

"So there is a holiday."

Jiang Jiang's sleepiness faded and he said, "Then it's enough to pay my respects once every seven days in the harem from today. Don't forget to say to the empresses of each palace."

Jiang Jiang turned over and got up, "Otherwise, I'd be very hard to get up early every day."

"Empress, you are lazy." Yueya brought a white-backed red maple gauze skirt to help Jiang Jiang wear it, "How can I ask for it once every seven days?"

"It's always enough every five days." Jiang Jiang said reluctantly, "This is already my limit. I can't bear it if I get too many times."

Yueya pressed her to the dressing table, smiled and said with a doting heart, "Yes, yes, you have the final say in your name."

Two quarters of an hour had passed when Jiang Jiang was dressed. When he walked to the main hall with his skirt, the man in the hall was drinking tea leisurely. He was wearing a black robe with silver leaves embroidered with shoulders. He was less noble and rigorous as a prince, and more capable and chivalrous spirit.

"Oh, it's quite handsome, new clothes?" Jiang Jiang smiled and patted the man's chest, "I've never seen you like this, so cool, handsome and domineering."

Changling:...The little queen is really good at talking lies with her eyes open.

He couldn't help but remind, "Empress, my highness wears a martial robe every time I go to the horse farm."
Chapter completed!