She will never, never let those women hurt her children again!
Mu Zi knew that she was remembering the sad things before, and couldn't help but feel sad when she thought of the missed child. He patted Qiucao's hand, sighed softly, and said, "I will definitely deal with this matter as soon as possible, Queen."
Please don't worry. Your body has not fully recovered yet, so lie down and rest well."
After receiving Muzi's assurance, Qiucao finally calmed down and lay down to rest again.
As soon as it touched the pillow, Qiucao realized that she was really tired, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze.
After I woke up, the room was completely quiet.[
Qiucao pushed herself up and sat up, looked around and found that she had returned to Ganlu Hall, Muzi was no longer around, and Xiaohong was lying in front of the bed, sleeping soundly.
There was a deliberately low-pitched, angry voice coming from the square hall. Qiucao was stunned for a moment, without disturbing Xiao Hong who was beside the bed. He gently got out of bed and walked towards the source of the sound.
In the square hall, candles are brightly lit.
Mu Zi was sitting at the desk, tapping the table with his right fingers. There were two rows of older people in casual clothes facing him.
Qiucao had spent some time in the study before, so he roughly recognized who these people were. They were all ministers of the court and had certain powers in their hands.
She raised her head in confusion and looked at the night outside the window. Are they still discussing state affairs at this late hour? But the ministers were dressed in regular clothes, and it didn't look like they were discussing state affairs.
and……
Qiucao squinted her eyes and looked at the slightly angry expressions on the ministers' faces, and then moved her gaze to Mu Zi's embarrassed expression.
No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like the ministers are forcing the palace, rather than discussing state affairs.
Could it be that...the third prince is back so soon?
Qiucao was startled, her hand holding the door frame did not tighten, and she continued to listen with bated breath.
Originally she shouldn't have listened, but looking at the sharp and oppressive gazes of the ministers and Mu Zi's frowning eyebrows, Qiucao found that she could not move at all.
She wanted to know what happened to make these ministers enter the palace together and face the king of a country with such expressions.