The palace people do things with trepidation, for fear of saying or doing something wrong.
Occasionally I meet one or two ministers of the court in the palace, and they always sigh from time to time.
Jiang Nanyan thought so. How could it not be a pity for a good life to suddenly disappear?
Although Jiang Nanyan doesn't like Wei Xuerong's child, it is a small life after all, and she was just born as Wei Xuerong's daughter, so she did nothing wrong...
Cheng Wuyi was ill for ten days because of this incident, and Huangfu Ao became even more silent.[
In the whole incident, the calmest person was Huang Fulian.
He didn't seem to be affected by anything. He went to court as usual, handled official affairs as before, and treated himself with the same meticulous care as before.
However, as his closest pillow person, how could Jiang Nanyan not feel his subtle changes?
Ever since the little princess's accident, Huangfulian would often wake up in the middle of the night and sit there until dawn.
When dealing with state affairs in the study, Huangfulian would even unconsciously draw a portrait of the little princess.
Like now, Huangfulian was holding another memorial and sitting there in a daze.
"Huangfulian, are you okay? Do you want to take a rest?" Jiang Nanyan waved her hand and dismissed all the maids. She walked to the desk and gently took away the memorial in his hand.
"Ah?" Huangfulian suddenly came back to her senses and subconsciously began to search for the memorial on the table.
"Huangfulian..." Jiang Nanyan looked at his panicked look, her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she was speechless.
She didn't know how to comfort Huangfulian.
But looking at his state, Jiang Nanyan was really anxious.
It has been two months since the incident with the little princess, and mentioning it again will definitely cause sadness.
But if we don't talk about this matter and face it head on, I'm afraid Huangfulian still doesn't know how long she will be upset because of this matter.
"Huangfulian, don't think too much..." Jiang Nanyan walked around the desk, walked to Huangfulian's side, and stretched out her hand to smooth the deep wrinkles between his eyebrows.
"Yan'er, have I neglected her too much?" Huangfulian stretched out her hands to wrap around Jiang Nanyan's waist, which she could not wrap around because she was more than seven months pregnant, and asked her to sit down on her lap.
He took her hand, placed it on her cheek and rubbed it gently.
If he had gone into the water to save others, "she" might not have died...
But at that time, he only thought about Jiang Nanyan and had no extra thoughts to care about others, so "she" died because he was not saved in time.
In a sense, he is the murderer of his own daughter.