The imperial concubine was the first to confirm the news.

The saint came earlier than expected, far before lunch time, so the imperial concubine, who was taking a nap on the couch to rest her mind, was confused when her nanny called her up.

"What?" Her voice was still sleepy.

Grandma took the person to sit in front of the dressing table and tidied her up quickly: "The Holy One will be here soon."

The imperial concubine asked anxiously: "I slept until noon?"

Grandma really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she also knew that now was not the time to joke, so she hurriedly told the news.

"I sat in the Imperial Study Room for a while and then went to the East Palace. It seemed that I had asked people to come for lunch, and then I was done with it."

"When I went there, I didn't look happy, and I don't know what happened in the East Palace now, but I heard that I was angry when I came back."

"I didn't even go back to the Imperial Study Room. I walked around the Imperial Garden. After a while, I calmed down and headed towards Cuihua Palace."

"Eunuch Cao sent someone to report. He specifically mentioned that we should be careful today."

The imperial concubine held back her breath, regained consciousness for a few moments, and then let out the breath for a long time.

It's not easy to serve lunch, but I'm used to it.

But lunch was still far away. How much effort would she have to put into dealing with the Holy Father's temper?

However, no one knows how the prince provoked the emperor in the East Palace.

"It's rare to see Your Majesty being so angry with the Crown Prince." The Imperial Concubine muttered softly.

I've never been angry before.

The anger cannot leave the imperial study room. No matter how the father and son communicate with each other behind closed doors, the Holy Spirit will not bring his anger to other places.

Today is indeed unusual.

Before grandma could respond, someone had already picked her up outside.

The imperial concubine hurriedly got up and greeted her all the way out. When she saw the holy face outside the palace gate, she quickly saluted.

The Holy One did not speak, but waved his hand to signal everyone to excuse themselves.

We were seated in the inner hall, and the palace servants served tea.

The imperial concubine had a look on her face, pretending she was completely unaware that the Holy Emperor had gone to the East Palace: "You said you would come over for dinner, so I asked the small kitchen to simmer a cup of soup. It's not even time yet."

"It's because I came early and it's not lunch time yet." His Majesty took a sip of tea and looked a little tired.

Mammy reasoned, and without letting her master give orders, she moved away all the people's hands, and then looked at Eunuch Cao.

Eunuch Cao made eye contact with her for a while.

Mammy understood, went out quietly, and guarded the outer hall.

The imperial concubine and the holy emperor continued tea.

Sheng glanced at her.

After getting along with her for many years, he understood the emperor's concubine's temperament and her personality, so he said: "It seems that your life is not going well today."

The imperial concubine sneered.

She never complained to the Holy Emperor about the back and forth between the concubines in the harem.

She is someone who maintains balance. As long as the chessboard does not turn over, she will sit firmly in the center. Any more nonsense will give others more face.

Anyone who wants to compete for favor should fight against the Holy Spirit. Anyway, don't expect to get any "benefits" from her.

But today, she had to say a few words.

Because the Holy One is having a conversation.

She has to keep company.

"It's the fifteenth year after all," the imperial concubine chuckled, feeling helpless, "You actually know what they want to inquire about, and it's all related to the East Palace."

Things can be said, but names cannot be mentioned.

The Holy Emperor also liked her pragmatism: "In the past and in the harem, I kept my thoughts to myself."

The imperial concubine quickly glanced at the Holy Emperor and said: "There are still ten days."

"I just came from the East Palace," the Holy Master sighed, "Shao'er said he wanted to go to the imperial mausoleum to worship, but I said no."

The imperial concubine lowered her eyes.

She would not speak ill of Li Shao: "Your Highness is very filial."

"He is filial, but he is also filial to a fault." The Holy Emperor rubbed the tea cup with his fingertips, and his expression became much colder. "Do you think I have been too lax in controlling him these years?"

The imperial concubine said "Oh!", quickly collected her thoughts, and said tentatively: "Why do you say that? The prince must have made progress during these days of confinement..."

"I don't know where he grew up!" said the Holy Sage. "He was thinking about taking advantage of the anniversary of his mother's death to be released from confinement, but he doesn't necessarily think about his mother that much."

The imperial concubine didn't answer.

How can I answer this?

To say that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince misses the late Queen is to deny what the Holy One said, and she has no evidence to say so;

If His Highness really doesn't care about him, how did she know?

Even if we are to be honest, the late Queen left too early and Her Highness was too young, so it is normal for her to miss you...

If she can't understand the prince's encirclement, then it's hard to say that she herself won't get any good from the Holy Emperor.

It’s really, really difficult!

Fortunately, the Holy One did not insist on asking her to say anything, but continued to talk about Li Shao's fault.

"His mother's relics are in a mess," the Holy Emperor said with regret and heartache in his eyes, "It's not that he didn't think about it, it's that he never took care of the affairs of the palace seriously, and he didn't even understand that it was wrong."

The imperial concubine understood.

Things are dead. If the human heart does not remember, no matter how well the things are preserved, they will only take up space in the warehouse and never see the light of day. If you really care about them in your heart, even if all the things are broken and lost, you can still outline them in your mind.

come out.

Memories can be caused by things, but first there must be the intention.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew that the deer hunt would be divided among the Holy Emperor, the Queen Mother, the King of Jin and her Royal Concubine, but he did not take his mother and Queen into his heart.

He forgot his mother and did not take care of her.

"Have you given any advice to His Highness?" the imperial concubine asked.

"I have told him many truths," the Holy One pressed his eyebrows, "but I don't know how much he can listen. Many things rely on enlightenment. I have taught him a lot. Sangu has also taught him for so many years. I went to the Ministry of Rites to observe

Zheng also followed Xu Jian, and no one taught him less.

I have always said that he was young and had an unstable temperament, but he would gradually correct himself when he grew up. This is not because I am looking for excuses for him, but because this is how I got through it.

When I was the same age as him, my temper wasn't much better and I got into a lot of trouble."

The imperial concubine looked at the Holy Lord and had a lot to say in her heart, but she did not dare to say it casually.

She entered the Qian Mansion in her early years and had dealings with the late Queen. She also knew what kind of temper the Holy Emperor had back then, but this was completely different from His Highness the Crown Prince.

At that time, the sixth son of the emperor was not the crown prince. He had no intention of taking the throne. He had His Royal Highness Li Cang, who was the direct descendant of the middle palace and loved by all, and he had several brothers. He could just spend his whole life as a dandy.

His so-called trouble was just that. He could be scolded by the imperial censor, but there was no such thing as Mianhuasuliu being brought back to the Yamen by the officials in disheveled clothes.

But Li Shao is a real crown prince.

Can the embarrassing things caused by the crown prince be the same as those caused by the idle prince?

Criticisms come from the inside, and the imperial concubine also understood in her heart that this is what the Holy Master said, and he didn't know that in his heart.

If it were not for His Highness the Crown Prince's expectations and love, His Majesty would never have had these ups and downs of emotions.

"It is not easy to sit in the position of prince," the Holy Sage sighed again, "He is in this position, and everyone is watching him. He can make mistakes, but if he makes mistakes again and again, he will be ganged up on.

Attack it.

Can I protect him, and how long can I protect him?

It’s the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year here, and it’s the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year every day in my Jinluan Palace.”

When the imperial concubine heard this, she could basically make a judgment: the prince could not be relieved of his confinement for the time being.

"You..." the imperial concubine considered, "do you still want the prince to stay in the East Palace? The prince does need more reflection and adjustment, but if he misses his death anniversary, there may be more and more small thoughts in the court...

"

"More, I released Shao'er, that is, I let them surrender for a while, and then they will come back again," the Holy Sage said, "Rather than letting them rest for a while, I want Shaoer to figure it out on his own."

Shaoer has Shaoer's advantages.

He is the direct descendant of the late empress. He is more than ten years older than the other princes. He is the crown prince...

As long as Shaoer himself knows how to be a crown prince, no one can surpass him.

In recent days, even in the past few years, the Holy Father was able to calm down and stabilize the mental friction in the court.

But if Shao'er has always been like this, the Holy Emperor can hold down the courtiers who are interested in him for several years or more than ten years, but he still won't be able to pass the throne.
To be continued...