Concubine Shu did not dare to speak any more, so she had to lower her head and secretly observe the emperor's face.
Although the emperor was silent, after a moment, a smile appeared on his face, "Come on, I'll give you a hug."
After Chu Haotian heard his father's words, he was so happy that he couldn't express it in words. He quickly stretched out his arms and prepared to crawl into his father's arms. Unexpectedly, at this time, someone came to report from outside the palace, "Your Majesty, you are still in the palace."
Rumor has it that after the imperial concubine ate those osmanthus honey last night, her body was in bad shape..."
Before the internal officials finished reporting, the emperor was already in a state of chaos. He stood up quickly, almost without thinking, "What's wrong with Yan'er? If someone comes, please come to Yuzhao Palace immediately."
He said so and stepped out of the hall in a hurry.
A group of people followed him in a panic, and the atmosphere became tense for a while.
Chu Haotian's outstretched arm had not yet been retracted, and he kept the original movement in a daze for a long time.
It was very quiet inside the palace.
After who knows how long, Chu Haocai asked aggrievedly: "Isn't the mother's concubine the father's concubine? Is it true that only Chu Junhuan is the father's son?"
As soon as the words fell, the mother-in-law's face changed drastically, and she said angrily: "Shut up, how can you say such treasonous words? Who taught you?"
Let's face it, maybe she was so anxious that she started coughing violently.
Everyone quickly stepped forward and helped Concubine Shu up.
Chu Ningtian quickly supported his mother and concubine, but he did not mean to blame his younger brother. He just said lightly, "It turns out that we are not our father's sons."
Concubine Shu was already heartbroken, but when she heard what her sons said, she became even more heartbroken. For a moment, her chest felt like ten thousand poisonous snakes crawling across her chest, suffocating her, and she fell unconscious.
Chu Ningtian was shocked when he saw his mother and concubine fainting.
The maids of the first palace hurriedly carried their master to the bed.
The two brothers guarded their mother and concubine. After a long time, Concubine Shu woke up as if she was reborn.
"Come here." She called out weakly and extremely weakly.
Only then did the palace servants come in panic.
"Go to Yuzhao Palace on my behalf to see how the concubine's sister is doing." She was furious. What was the condition of the cold and mysterious woman next to her husband? She was indeed very concerned. If the concubine was not good, her husband
It won't be better, he is such an infatuated man.
But the palace servant who replied in front of him was very hesitant and hesitated.
"What?" She was a little confused, "Don't you listen to me?"
With a plop, the palace servant knelt in front of her, "I don't dare, I don't dare..."
"Why is that?" She seemed to suddenly become interested and actually sat up from the bed.
"Back...back to your Majesty, your Majesty has been in a coma for three days, and the Imperial Concubine of Yuzhao Palace passed away two days ago..." The palace lady said these words with a little fear.
Concubine Shu was completely stunned. After a long time, she seemed to have come back to her senses and murmured to herself: "I'm dead, I'm dead..."
When Chu Ningtian heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue with a little joy.
This is a concubine whom he has hated since he was a child. He has thought about her death ten thousand times in his mind. Now that she is really dead, why doesn't he feel the slightest joy? How ridiculous!
Since then, the concubine's health has improved slightly, and Chu Ningtian has also relaxed a lot, but... his father has never set foot in the harem again. This change made Chu Ningtian feel more relaxed about his death.
The concubine's hatred became even deeper.
The deceased was dead, and for some unknown reason, he transferred this hatred to Chu Junhuan, the Eighth Prince of Youzhao Palace.
That's right, the Eighth Prince... Not long ago, my father just ordered the title of the Eighth Prince to the Eighth Prince.
This kind of great seal basically represents the great favor of the father.
However, he seemed to be imprisoned and stayed in Yuzhao Palace forever.
His mother and concubine passed away, his father ignored him... He must have finally lived a completely different life than before.
One day, Chu Ningtian made an appointment with his legitimate son Chu Mingyuan to compete at the training ground. He arrived first, but saw a small child in the corner with determined eyes, practicing hard.
The child's eyes sparkled, and he felt completely different from before.
"This is this?" He was a little confused. He felt that the child looked very familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment, so he asked the official next to him.
"Going back to Your Highness, that is His Highness the Eighth Prince of Yuzhao Palace." The official answered extremely cautiously.
"Haha, Eight Kings..." Chu Ningtian's eyes flashed with disdain, and he ordered his officials to wait where they were while he went alone.
Already a young boy, standing in front of Chu Junhuan, he was obviously half as tall as him.
Chu Junhuan practiced extremely seriously, but he was still a child. If he was not careful, the sword flew straight out of his hand. He was already sweating profusely, but he still looked back for his spear.
The place where his eyes touched turned out to be Chu Ningtian's shoes embroidered with gold threads.
That's right, his feet are now stepping directly on his sword, and his expression is full of provocation.
Chu Junhuan didn't raise his head to see who it was, he just leaned over to pick up the sword.
The cold light from the sword flashed across his eyes. Chu Junhuan did not speak. Just as his little hand touched the sword, he was hit hard by someone on his knee. Unable to bear the force, his small body leaned forward, heavily
He knelt down in front of him.
Now, their knees were also hit hard, and they knelt heavily in front of him.
It seems that he is the only king in the world.
"I'm waiting... I'm waiting for His Highness's instructions..." Chu Ningtian's lips moved slightly as he uttered these extremely light words.
"Third Brother!" Chu Haotian originally wanted to struggle, but as soon as he saw Third Brother's words, he immediately gave up the struggle. He shouted Third Brother, making him extremely unwilling and uneasy...
However, it was as if it was fleeting. He lowered his eyes slightly and stopped speaking.
Chu Junhuan was condescending and said slightly, "Brother Huang's death was too sudden. We'd better go back to Chang'an first to mourn."
"Yes!" A group of people answered together with various voices that were not complete.
I don't know how long I slept, but Yun Mo felt extremely sleepy. He suddenly remembered that there was an important exam the next day, but he fell asleep unconsciously and had an extremely long dream, as if he had dreamed about ancient times.
, and the prince, and... the love affair, and even...
She didn't dare to think too much, and she felt a rustling sound in the distance, like the knock on the door when her mother woke her up every morning.
She wanted to reply out loud that her mother would be here soon, but she couldn't make any sound.
I could only sob in my throat.
Somehow, a pair of warm hands touched her forehead.
Yun Mo felt that this was an illusion. Thinking of the upcoming exam, he opened his eyes eagerly.