Chu Lianhe looked at Empress Mo blankly, hummed and nodded.

She never imagined that behind Empress Mo's righteousness of putting family and country first, there was a more unfathomable conspiracy, and she walked into the situation designed by Empress Mo at a loss.

A fire broke out in the Prince's Mansion, but it burned for a full day and night.

The Prince Zhong, who was so proud of his favor, finally lost his life in the prince's thunderous rage. Although the courtiers discussed it, they all expressed that they did not regret the death of the Prince. The Prince colluded with the people in Qingyi Tower to plot the crown prince's death.

He sent someone to assassinate the prince, and now he is killed at the hands of the prince, which is natural.

Naturally, the Queen Mother did not forget to show off. She was sad for two or three days, but she stayed in the Buddhist hall. She was very sad about the feud between the prince and the king's brother. She did not go to listen to the government for two or three days in a row, and slowly turned around.

The affairs of the government were handed over to the prince.[

Qiqi was living in the Tai's womb. After Ren Qianfeng's medical treatment, the fetal movements gradually stabilized, and she was just waiting for the day of delivery, which was still ten days away.

Because of Dou An's death, Qingfu had been in a bad state of mind and seemed a little dazed. She would often sit alone all morning in a daze, thinking about all the things she had with Dou An, and feeling extremely guilty.

On this day, after Chu Zhongyuan finished listening to the government in the court, he returned to the Taiwang Palace to accompany Qiqi. He helped her go to the imperial garden and sit in the pavilion. The pavilion was next to the lotus pond. While sitting, you could enjoy the view.

A pond is full of lotus flowers. The lotus flowers are crisp, the breeze is blowing, the flowers are shining, the sun is shadowing, the blue waves are rippling, and the green pond reflects the beautiful midsummer light years here.

Chu Zhongyuan was dressed in a silver-white python robe. He was handsome and handsome, with broad eyebrows. He had a natural elegance. He stood tall and tall by the pavilion, shaking a silver fan in his hand. He was literary and elegant, and the jade trees were in the wind. But here was a beautiful young man.

It compares with all the lotus flowers in this pond.

Looking at the man in front of him who could stand and walk, Qiqi felt a burst of joy from the bottom of his heart. Such a handsome and elegant man should stand upright and look down on the world, instead of sitting in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Qi Qi's lips: "It's great. Your legs are healed. You can finally stand up and don't have to sit in a wheelchair anymore."
Chapter completed!