On the second day after the full moon, Ning Guiren Wu, although her health was far from recovering, still came to the main hall to express her gratitude with the support of her personal maid Yin Zhu.
One month after giving birth, although Ning Guiren looked haggard and her face was dim, she had lost a lot of weight. She swayed and fell to the ground, kowtowing with tears in her eyes: "I have such a small heart, I don't know how generous the imperial concubine is!"
Shu Jin raised his eyebrows, now you realize that you are a villain and your heart is like a gentleman!
But with a serious look on his face, he said: "I can't bear such a great gift from you, just walking on the snow!"
The eldest palace maid Lu Xue who was standing by the side hurriedly stepped forward and forcibly helped Ning Guiren up.
Ning Guiren hurriedly wanted to kneel down again, but unexpectedly, this palace maid was so strong that she actually held her back!
Shu Jin is strong and strong, and the palace maids around her are all well-fed, so she has a lot of strength. Not to mention that Ning Guiren is weak after giving birth, and her strength is not much better than that of a chicken.
"Empress..." How could Ning Guiren not see that the imperial concubine still had a grudge against her! Ning Guiren knew her current situation. Although she had given birth to the eighth prince, she had no promotion title, and she had also lost her holy favor. If she offended her again,
Imperial Concubine - There really is no way out!
Ning Guiren couldn't help but burst into tears, "I really know that I was wrong! I was blinded by lard, and I was instigated by a few words from the slave below, so I doubted the empress! I really regret it!"
Shu Jin thought, it's a pity that it's too late to regret.
Shu Jin didn't want to talk about this with her, so he said with a straight face: "I don't want to argue with you about this. You are now in confinement, so you can tidy up and move back to Chunxi Hall tomorrow!"
Chunxi Hall? Before giving birth, Ning Guiren dreamed of taking the child back.
But now, if she goes back, she will completely lose her protection! How could that poisonous woman like Concubine Atun let her go?!
"Empress..." Ning Guiren's eyes were full of pleading, "Please give me another chance. I am willing to serve you with tea and water!"
Shu Jin had a dark face: Am I still in need of a palace maid?
What's more, if you look in the mirror and see what you look like now, a random maid next to me will be more diligent than Luo!
Aunt Lan Ruo, who was waiting at the side, couldn't stand it any longer: "Your Majesty, you should be content! My imperial concubine has kept your mother and son safe, and she has never taken away your eighth prince! Please accept your little thoughts!"
Ning Guiren was exposed by the words and could not help but feel even more panicked, "Concubine, concubine is really scared..."
Now you know you are afraid? Why were you so brave when you were first pregnant?!
At this time, Zhang Shoufa came to report that General Manager Zhang Lin and Zhang Da were here.
Good guy, it’s only one month old, can’t you wait any longer?
Was it the little rice cake that blew the pillow wind, or was Yongzheng completely fed up with Ning Guiren?
I had no choice but to quickly invite Zhang Lin in. Zhang Lin smiled and said, "Greetings to the noble concubine."
Shu Jin smiled and nodded, "Eunuch Zhang is here, but what are the emperor's orders?"
Zhang Lin glanced at the redundant Ning Guiren beside him and did not hesitate to say, "Because the imperial concubine repeatedly refused to raise the eighth prince, and the emperor could not bear the hard work of the imperial concubine, he decided to order the imperial concubine Dun to raise the eighth prince."
It's really nice to say.
But such "nice" words almost made Ning Guiren faint. Ning Guiren felt his eyes darken and his body went limp.
"Noble!" Yin Zhu was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he finally managed to help Ning Guiren.
Zhang Lin glanced at Ning Guiren with disdain, then looked at the imperial concubine on the throne with a smile: "Your Majesty, look..."
Shu Jin said calmly: "The eighth prince has been raised in the side hall, not here in this palace."
Zhang Lin smiled and nodded, "You don't have to worry about it, slave." After saying that, Zhang Lin waved his hand and ordered the accompanying eunuch: "Please be more careful, so that you can pack up the belongings of the eighth prince and send them along with all the wet nurses and nannies.
Fu Chun Palace!"
"yes!"
A group of eunuchs immediately rushed to the east side hall where Ning Guiren lived. Seeing this scene, Ning Guiren woke up from a dream, and she looked at the imperial concubine in panic.
Shu Jinzheng said: "I have said that even if the emperor intends to let me raise the eighth prince, I will try my best to refuse! Can Ning Guiren be trusted now?"
The bitterness in Ning Guiren's eyes was so strong that she couldn't get rid of it. She believed it...but it was too late!
Two lines of tears rolled down her face. During her confinement, she was still dreaming foolishly, thinking that the child could be raised in her lap, and she could slowly regain her favor with this child.
However, even if the imperial concubine is willing to show her noble hand, don't embarrass her.
But how could that bitch like Concubine Dun let go of such a golden opportunity?!
Your Majesty—the child she gave birth to with all her might was so easily given to Concubine Atsushi!!
Ning Guiren felt unable to breathe for a moment.
That's her child! The flesh and blood of her ten-month pregnancy!
At this time, the cry of a child came from the side hall, and Ning Guiren finally lost her composure completely. She stumbled out and said, "Eighth Brother! Give me the Eighth Brother!!"
However, who can Ning Guiren's weak body defeat him?
The imperial eunuch was just doing things according to orders. How could he give face to a nobleman who had fallen out of favor? He just pushed her to the ground and ignored her.
Shu Jin lightly told Zhang Lin: "Although it is February, the weather is still a little cold. Wrap the eighth elder brother with an extra quilt."
"Yes!" Zhang Lin responded humbly and quickly went down to give the instructions in person.
Ning Guiren cried and sobbed, but the eighth prince's cry gradually faded away.
The eldest maid, Lu Xue, walked out of the main hall holding a thick cloak and put it on Guiren Ning with her own hands. "The noble lady is weak after childbirth, so she should go to the hall to rest as soon as possible."
Ning Guiren felt the thickness and warmth on his body and couldn't help but look towards the main hall, "I...I want to see the imperial concubine!"
But Lu Xue stopped in front, "The Imperial Concubine still has to deal with palace affairs, so I'd better not bother you. Besides, I still have to go back to the side hall to pack my luggage. Your Spring Festival Hall, the Imperial Concubine has already been packed three days ago."
It’s ready.”
Ning Guiren's body trembled, the imperial concubine...had she decided to drive her out a long time ago...
Lu Xue bent her knees: "The noble concubine also said that the noble lady does not need to come to the main hall to say goodbye tomorrow. Please behave yourself in the future."
After saying these words, Lu Xue returned to the main hall and resumed her life.
Shu Jin was indeed handling palace affairs, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After a few glances at a piece of paper, he stamped it with the seal of imperial concubine. Aunt Lan Ruo felt worried just looking at it.
Shu Jin raised his head slightly: "Has she returned to the side hall?"
"Yes!" Lu Xue nodded, then muttered, "It's a pity that such a good red plum cloak is available."
Shu Jin couldn't help laughing, "It's just a piece of clothing."
No matter, although Xiao Nian Gao took advantage in the end, Ning Guiren finally sent him away. She also settled a worry.