The prince Yingxue came back from a victorious battle, and Sheng Nuan had no choice but to summon the ministers to meet with him and hold a parliament the next day as usual.
As expected, at the meeting, some people began to suggest, overtly or covertly, that she should hand over power.
After all, the excuse she used at the beginning was to give Yingxue time to grow up, but now, Yingxue has fully demonstrated his ability as the crown prince and has enough courage to take on the important responsibilities of the Kingdom of Leon. Therefore, those ministers who support Yingxue
Jumped out again.
Sheng Nuan was naturally prepared to let the ministers who were loyal to her come forward to start a war of words.
And just as the ministers in the meeting hall were arguing passionately, Yingxue suddenly spoke.
He looked at the beautiful queen on the throne above who had not even glanced at him from beginning to end, and said in a deep voice: "I don't think I'm ready to bear all this yet."
In a word, the ministers who supported him could only die down.
Sheng Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she couldn't look directly into Yingxue's eyes full of ardent expectation.
Hasn't this poor boy realized that she is robbing him of something that belongs to him? She is no longer the kind stepmother who would protect him.
After the meeting, Yingxue went to the Queen's Palace immediately... However, he still couldn't see her.
The maid said that the queen was unwell and wanted to rest early, but he knew that she just didn't want to see him.
Why?
Why did it suddenly become like this? Did he do something bad, or did he unintentionally make her angry?
Why is she willing to summon those shady people to accompany her, but she refuses to even meet him!
For several days, Sheng Nuan heard from the maid every day that His Highness Yingxue asked for an audience, but she never saw him once. Rumors began to spread in the palace that the Queen hated the Crown Prince.
In the eyes of others, this is all because the queen wants to seize the power that should belong to the crown prince Yingxue, so she hates and rejects him.
A few days later, Yingxue finally stopped coming, but then Sheng Nuan learned from the maid that it was because he fell ill.
Yingxue was injured on the battlefield and did not recover initially. She did not receive good care after she came back. The wound was infected and she had a high fever and fainted. Her condition was very dangerous.
Sheng Nuan immediately felt excited and quickly took the doctor to Yingxue's palace.
The spring chill has not yet dissipated, and Yingxue's palace is deserted. He is lying on the bed, looking pale and falling asleep.
The doctor opened Yingxue's clothes in front of Sheng Nuan, revealing the hideous wound on her chest. Sheng Nuan was stunned for a moment.
The wound was as long as the palm of my hand. The flesh was rolled up and the bones were visible. It was red and swollen. It was obviously infected and inflamed.
She turned around and scolded the attendants in the palace: "How do you take care of His Highness?"
The attendants quickly knelt down and apologized.
Sheng Nuan drove them out and asked the doctor to deal with it as soon as possible... By the time the doctor re-sutured the wound, applied medicine and bandaged it, more than two hours had passed.
After drinking the medicine, Yingxue's complexion looked better and her breathing was not so heavy, but there was still no blood on her face.
Sheng Nuan was a little worried, but because of the plot, she couldn't stay here, so she had to arrange for a reliable maid to stay.
But just as she was about to leave, Yingxue on the bed suddenly let out a low, painful murmur.
"It hurts, Queen Mother... I feel so much pain."
Sheng Nuan frowned slightly, walked to the bed and reached out to touch his forehead...the temperature was slightly lower than before.
The young man frowned, as if he was crying.
"It hurts..."
Sheng Nuan patted him a few times and subconsciously reassured him: "It's okay. It will be okay soon."
But before she finished speaking, her hand was held down... The young man grabbed her hand and opened his eyes. His eyes were still a little unable to focus, but he obviously wanted to try hard to see her clearly.
"Queen mother?"
Yingxue called her in a low voice.
Sheng Nuan paused, without saying a word, and tried to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed even harder.
The young man struggled to squeeze out a carefully flattering smile on his bloodless face, and said softly and weakly: "Mother still cares about me, right?"
Sheng Nuan's expression had returned to indifference. She pushed the young man's hand away without changing her expression and her tone was calm.
"Of course I care about the safety of His Highness. After all, Your Highness is the only crown prince of our Kingdom of Leon. If something happens to you, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it clearly."
After saying that, she turned around and left without looking back at the boy on the bed.
Behind her, Yingxue was lying on the bed, watching the little queen leave proudly...but the corners of her lips slowly raised.
She does care about him.
Because he has never been cared about before, he can easily distinguish the different feelings of being cared about... No matter how indifferent she acts, he is already sure that she still cares about him.
At this moment, the deep pain when he opened the wound that had begun to heal with his own hands seemed to be instantly worth mentioning. He was even a little annoyed that he had not thought of this idea earlier.
The next day, Yingxue's fever completely subsided, and he deliberately wore a blue uniform that made his face look even paler and walked to the Queen's Palace.
But when he walked to the garden of the queen's palace, he heard Ivy's laughter.
She sounded very happy and relaxed.
Yingxue paused and approached quietly... Then she saw a target temporarily installed in the open space in the middle of the garden. A young man in uniform had just finished shooting and was walking next to Queen Ivy with a bow and arrow.
Ivy sat on a wicker chair with her legs crossed, and one shoe fell to the ground.
The young noble knelt down in front of her, carefully picked up the shoes on the ground, then looked up at her with stern eyes, and carefully put the shoes on her.
But after putting on the shoes, the young man did not let go. Instead, he held the young queen's ankle with bated breath, and asked in a careful and eager voice: "Is your majesty the queen tired?"
The young man's face was red, his eyes were full of passion and admiration, and there was also greed that could not be concealed: "I can serve you and rest..."
Yingxue's eyes instantly turned cold, and he looked at the queen without blinking, waiting for her answer.
Sheng Nuan kicked away Xiaoxianrou's hand that was trying to climb up her calf, and curled her lips: "No need, you've served me well today, just stay here, I'll have someone take you out."
The young man's eyes instantly dimmed, and he was a little reluctant to leave: "Your Majesty the Queen, can you let me stay?"
But the noble queen had already stood up and was helped by her personal maid to leave without looking back.
She was clearly very happy just now, and he made her happy by spending time with her, but in the blink of an eye, she let him leave so ruthlessly.
Such a beautiful but cruel woman... If anyone really falls in love with her, he will definitely be hurt all over.
After returning home, I ate two bowls of cherry-flavored cheese, sour and sweet, very satisfying.
At this moment, Sophie walked in from outside and whispered in her ear: "Queen, on the way out of the palace, Baron Florence's horse was frightened and accidentally broke his arm."
Sheng Nuan raised her eyes: "Who?"
Sophie was slightly stunned, and then she realized that Queen Emotion didn't even know the name of the young nobleman who had been trying to please her for a long time.
After Sophie explained, Sheng Nuan realized that it was the young man today.
A down-and-out aristocratic family wanted to take a shortcut and send their son to her... It's no wonder that a family like that would decline.
Sheng Nuan clicked her tongue: "What a poor, unlucky guy."
