"Your Majesty, you already have a son."

"Zhang Min, do you know why it is a crime to deceive the emperor?"

As Zhu Jianshen spoke, he stretched out his hand and slightly turned the bronze mirror on the table in front of him at an angle, tilting the mirror upward. Zhang Min's face also appeared in the mirror. He was stunned, sad, and old tears flowed freely across his face, filling up the vicissitudes of life.

Gully, but Zhu Jianshen just looked at it coldly.

shock?

happiness?

It cannot be said that he is more surprised than happy or more happy than surprised. He needs time. Every moment after Zhang Min opens his mouth is like a long reincarnation for Zhu Jianshen. His scalp is exploding and his limbs are numb.

, every beat of his heart was so clear that it made him feel a faint pain in his chest.

He has not yet digested the information contained in this statement, he still needs time.

His instinctive avoidance made him question.

"I did not lie to you."

Zhang Min replied calmly.

Eunuchs should call themselves "slaves" in front of the emperor, and address the emperor as "Your Majesty". "No" should be changed to "dare not dare" with an expression of fear, and "lied to you" should be changed to "deceive the emperor".

"I don't dare to deceive the emperor," and then knelt on the ground and kowtowed as if pounding garlic. This is the way to respond to the emperor's doubts. Zhang Min is also an old man in the palace, so he doesn't understand the rules, but he just doesn't

Such a bland reply is extremely treasonous!

But it was this attitude that convinced the emperor a little bit, and he began to think rationally and try to accept this incredible fact.

"You...where is he?" Zhu Jianshen asked cautiously, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that if he made a loud noise, he would scare away the unreasonable child who was far away.

"In this palace." Zhang Min replied.

"Take me to see him." Zhu Jianshen said again. Zhang Min even saw a hint of pleading in the emperor's eyes. It must be an illusion.

The moment of silence made Zhu Jian deeply suspicious of Dou Daqi, and he shouted sternly: "Where is he! Why didn't you answer! Zhang Min, how dare you bully me!"

"The prince is of His Majesty's flesh and blood, and should be reunited, but..." A light slowly appeared in Zhang Min's eyes.

Zhu Jianshen asked anxiously: "Just what?"

Zhang Min left the comb in his hand on the ground, walked to the side and knelt on his knees, but did not kowtow. He looked straight into Zhu Jianshen's eyes: "I just ask your Majesty to make the decision for the prince." He put forward his own conditions.

"Of course I will make the decision for my son!" Zhu Jianshen agreed directly without any hesitation and with great urgency, fearing that Zhang Min would regret it.

However...

"Old slave Zhang Min, please make the decision for the prince."

Zhang Min repeated his conditions again.

What he wanted was more than just a smooth answer from the emperor, he wanted a solemn promise from the emperor. He was also reminding the emperor of the hardships he would face and the price he would have to pay behind this promise.

Wan Zhen'er, the only noble concubine in the dynasty, was the master of the harem when the Sixth Palace had no owner. Even though she was unconscious, her influence was everywhere.

Putting aside the emperor, there are also the commander of the Jinyi Guards outside the palace, Wan Tong, and the head of civil servants, Wenyuan Pavilion and the chief assistant scholar Wan An. Each of them has intertwined a vast network of people with surnames, but there is a trace of involvement.

What is right is that the Wan clan's forces are fighting back at all costs.

It is true that the emperor can wipe out all of this with his supreme power, but with Zhu Jianshen's always kind temper, does he really have the courage?

Or in other words, looking at the love of his life who is still sleeping on the bed and getting thinner day by day, will he have the heart to attack her blood relatives?

This time it was Zhu Jianshen's turn to be silent.

As smart as an emperor, he also understood the meaning of Zhang Min's words.

So he fell silent.

After a while, he asked: "Who is my son's biological mother?"

"Ji's family."

"Mr. Ji?" With a confused tone, it was obvious that he had forgotten about the woman he had fallen in love with overnight.

"She was originally the supervisor of the inner treasure house, and she met His Majesty in the fifth year of Chenghua."

"Internal storage?" Zhu Jianshen recalled carefully, and finally found a vague impression from the depths of his memory. He still remembered that she seemed to be a very delicate woman, speaking Chinese that was not fluent...

This was all Zhu Jianshen's impression of her, and he had completely forgotten even her appearance.

The reason why he asked about the child's biological mother was because he thought that if the child's biological mother also had some family background, then maybe he could give him some influence in the outer court to protect himself.

Pity...

Zhu Jianshen closed his eyes and thought carefully.

This is the Nuan Pavilion in the dormitory of Kunning Palace. The sound of Wan Zhen'er's breathing on the bed next to it is inaudible. Apart from Wan Zhen'er, there are only two people in this room, Zhu Jianshen and Zhang Min.

I don’t know when it got dark, which is the so-called lantern time.

A young eunuch appeared at the door. He said cautiously and in the tiniest voice in his life: "I will hold the lamp for Your Majesty." Then he walked in with a gauze-shaded lamp and went to the palace lanterns in the four corners of the room.

"Zhang Min."

"The old slave is here."

"I ask you. What would happen if I suddenly killed Wantong?"

"Everything is safe."

"Yes, that's right. What if I kill Wan An as well?"

"The civil and military forces of the entire dynasty will be uneasy."

"Not bad." Zhu Jianshen nodded. The light illuminated Zhu Jianshen's face, and his whole person seemed to be exuding a slight chill.

"In this palace, I really can't keep this child, otherwise I wouldn't be childless today." Zhu Jian smiled deeply, bitterly and coldly.

"His Majesty..."

"But I have to make the decision for this child after all." Zhu Jianshen clapped his hands on his knees, stood up, put his hands behind his back, held his head high, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

There is finally a touch of warmth in some cold rooms.

"You go, go to the Supervisor of Ceremonies and call Huaien, Zhi'er, and Li Xuan from Dongchang, um... In addition, I have to go to Cining Palace for me to carry you out of the car."

"I obey the order!" Zhang Min shouted and kowtowed deeply.

"Come back!" Zhu Jianshen called him again, and finally asked: "Is the Ji family...also in the palace?"

"She..." Zhang Min hesitated and shook his head honestly: "She's not here."

"Then where is she?"

"I don't know, old slave."

"Then who knows?"

"Shang Ming."

Zhang Min lied and put the blame on a dead man's head. This palace was not her blessed place. He took the child away from her arms with his own hands, so why would he ask her to come back to take her life now?

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Chapter completed!