Zhan Meixiang closed her eyes, the last worries in her heart were gone, and she held the child's hand tightly.
She also has loyal slaves, sensible children, and dozens of people in the Zhan family. Because Dongfang Che likes the new and dislikes the old, is she really going to seek death?
Dad also built the Great Wall as Dongfang Che's guard and protected the great rivers and mountains for him.
Zhan Meixiang remembered that her father always loved to exercise in the open space of the house, wearing finger tigers on both fists to prove that he was still as powerful as before.
But dad’s temples are clearly white.
Thinking of this, Zhan Meixiang slowly opened her eyes again, patted Xuan'er who was crying, turned to look at Yu'er, nodded slightly and signaled to him: "Yu'er, come here."
Dongfang Yu is still young, but he already shows a composure similar to that of his father. Although the little child's eye circles are red, there is no trace of tears on his face.
At this time, he heard his mother calling him, and the five-year-old child walked steadily to Zhan Meixiang's bed. He tightly grasped his mother's fingers with his little hands, but followed the etiquette and knelt down and said: "Mother."
Touching Yu'er's hair, Zhan Meixiang smiled, her expression as gentle as ever: "...Yu'er, you have grown up."
Listening to his mother praising him, Dongfang Yu's eyes turned red, but his thin lips pursed tighter: "Thank you, mother."
Looking at the child's expression, Zhan Meixiang smiled slightly and arranged her son's clothes with approval: "Yu'er didn't cry because she wasn't sad?"
"Go back to my mother." Dongfang Yu tried his best to suppress it, and the choking could hardly be heard in his tender voice, "Yu'er doesn't cry not because she's not sad, but because she has something more important than crying."
"Say it again," Zhan Meixiang closed her eyes slightly, smiling calmly, "loud it louder, so that your sisters and companions can listen."
Dongfang Yu pursed his lips slightly, his bright black childish eyes as hard as stone.
"Yes, mother."
Then he turned to face the servant and raised his chin slightly.
"I don't cry because there are more important things."
In the brightly lit hall, the sobbing gradually became silent. Lan'er, Zi'er, including their companion who usually played with Dongfang Yu, and even Xuan'er, who was a compatriot from the same mother, were all secretly surprised and awed by the prince's change.
The young legitimate son of this queen is maturing at an immeasurable speed.
Holding the maid's hand to sit up, Zhan Meixiang raised her hand and licked her temple hair, and signaled to Lan'er: "Go and tell the kitchen to make a bowl of Bijing porridge. You don't need to add shrimps. Put more japonica rice."
Lan'er raised her round eyes and realized that it was not her auditory hallucination. She couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes, Master!"
"Zi'er," Zhan Meixiang ordered again, "go take out the "Natural History" from the bookshelf and tidy up the shelf."
After Zi'er was ordered to leave, Zhan Meixiang said to Wang Wen again: "Wang Daban, go and tell Lan'er to cook the porridge slowly and don't be in a hurry to go back to the palace. Take the prince and the emperor for a walk, and I'll be quiet for a while.
Jing, if you want someone to serve you, you will be summoned."
Wang Daban's reunited face looked a little worried, but he was an old man in the palace and would not go against his master's wishes, so he responded respectfully: "Yes, master."
After dismissing the people in the palace, Wang Wen squatted slightly and said warmly to Dongfang Ying and Dongfang Yu: "Young master, are you leaving?"
Xuan'er held her mother's hand reluctantly, tears still rolling in her eyes, but her brother held her hand steadily and walked to the other palace.
The palace door closed, and Zhan Meixiang was the only one left in the quiet palace.