"Master Yuan Zhao, why is this happening? Please get up quickly."
Ji Ruyan was startled and quickly stepped forward to help him up.
If the Holy One finds out about this, he will be a part of it even if he doesn’t chop off her head!
Yuan Zhao is the dignified Ninth Prince, and it is simply outrageous to ask a prince to kneel down and worship a little girl like her.
After Yuan Zhao stood up, he said, "Last night, I asked my mother to drink the medicine you prescribed, and she was able to sleep peacefully. So I will leave there today. I will keep my promise, leave there, and go to
The place my mother wanted me to go to."
Ji Ruyan was a little stunned, "Have you thought about it? In that place, people eat people without spitting out their bones..."
"No matter what, it's my home there."
Yuan Zhao looked at Ji Ruyan with firm eyes, with unwavering faith.
King Yan had been watching from the side, and he felt that this young master named Yuan Zhao, although he was dressed in commoner clothes, his facial features looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he looked like.
Ji Ruyan sighed softly, "Yuan Zhao, this is King Yan, and he is also your uncle. Have you met your uncle before?"
"Yuan Zhao meets the emperor's uncle."
Yuan Zhao bowed his hands respectfully to King Yan.
King Yan was shocked. He looked at Yuan Zhao in surprise and joy, and then at Ji Ruyan, "Ruyan, is this child really Concubine Jing's? The Ninth Prince?"
"Father, he is indeed the Ninth Prince. I met the Ninth Prince by chance. Even Concubine Jing, I met her last night. I grew up in Fengtian Mansion. The Feng family is a medical family.
My uncle also taught me a thing or two in his spare time, so I prescribed Concubine Jing a few doses of medicine to replenish her body."
Ji Ruyan looked calm and explained clearly what happened to Xiangshan last night in just a few sentences. She didn't talk about Yuan Zhao being heartbroken and wanting to die, nor did she talk about Concubine Jing chasing Yuan Zhao.
.
This made Yuan Zhao look at her gratefully, and she said to him, "Yuan Zhao, if you want to go home, you'd better stay in Prince Yan's Mansion first. When the prince's brother comes back, let him ask the Holy Master first, and then
Let’s see how the Holy Spirit arranges it.”
She didn't tell Yuan Zhao that it was not the right time for him to come back.
The prince has just died, and the princes are ready to move on to the throne.
And his return will not bring any benefit to the situation. Instead, it will prompt several adult princes to show off their talents and want to sit on the dragon throne.
Yuan Zhao is the son of Concubine Jing, and Concubine Jing is the one who is loved by the Holy One. He loves the whole house. Ji Ruyan can be sure that the Holy One will not let Yuan Zhao return to the palace.
Yuan Zhao's return to the palace at this time is like a sheep among wolves. It is impossible not to be torn apart.
When King Yan heard Ji Ruyan's words, he understood in his heart and nodded repeatedly, "Zhao'er, you will stay in Prince Yan's Mansion first. After your brother, the crown prince, mentions it to the Holy One and the Holy One has arranged it, you can return to the palace.
It's not too late. Moreover, you have not lived in the palace for so many years. You must have fallen behind a lot in some of the lessons that a prince should learn. Then the emperor will hire a master for you so that you can learn. This way
How's that?"
"Yuan Zhao obeys the emperor's uncle's arrangements in everything."
Yuan Zhao was a simple man, and when he heard what King Yan said, he nodded meekly in agreement.
Seeing that he agreed, King Yan quickly arranged for his servants to clean out Changfu Residence and let Yuan Zhao live in it. He also had several sets of princely clothes cut for him.
It would be too rude for a dignified prince to wear civilian clothes.
Ji Ruyan saw that the circles under Yuan Zhao's eyes were somewhat dark and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. He was afraid that this stupid boy had stayed by Concubine Jing's side all night, so he asked his servants to take him back to Changfu Residence to rest.
King Yan couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw Yuan Zhao leaving, "Now that the Ninth Prince returns to the imperial city, there will definitely be another bloody storm."
Ji Ruyan raised her eyebrows, "Do you think the foster father can stop the ninth prince from returning to the imperial city?"
The two looked at each other with helpless bitterness on their lips.
This chapter has been completed!