However, this worry is only reflected in the concubines who have just entered the palace. Concubines who have been in the palace for a long time, such as Concubine De and Concubine Xian, are not worried at all. They know the emperor too well. The person the emperor truly loves is always there.
In the end there is only one.
Seeing Wen Jiaojiao staggering unsteadily, Xiao Qingyu asked in surprise: "Who gave her wine?"
Zhao Yelin said to the palace attendant beside him: "Are you all blind? Go help her quickly."
Wen Jiaojiao waved away the palace attendant's hand, walked to Xiao Qingyu, hugged her neck, "Sister, Happy New Year..."
Xiao Qingyu smelled the smell of alcohol on her body and smiled helplessly: "Jiaojiao, how much have you drunk?"
Wen Jiaojiao: "Just...one, two, three, four..."
Wen Jiaojiao counted on his fingers, "So many."
After saying that, he poured a glass of "wine" for Xiao Qingyu, held it up and put it to her lips, "Sister, be happy. If you are happy, you will be happy too."
Xiao Qingyu looked at the wine glass brought to his lips, took a sip, and then raised his eyebrows. This was not wine, but tea.
Randomly, Xiao Qingyu looked towards the concubines' seat, and when he saw Concubine De and Concubine Xian looking over with a smile, he understood that Wen Jiaojiao's wine had been stolen.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Zhao Yelin, who was sitting next to Xiao Qingyu, and poked his face with his hand, "Are you Xiao Qilin?"
Everyone gasped when they saw Wen Jiaojiao's movements. Wen Jiaojiao was unaware and said doubtfully: "No, you are not a little Qilin, you are a big Qilin."
After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao frowned and said, "Even if you don't like to laugh, you taught little Qilin bad, and he doesn't like to laugh either."
Zhao Yelin looked at Wen Jiaojiao's drunken state and followed her words and asked, "Then what do you think I should do to teach him?"
Wen Jiaojiao: "Well, I don't know. He would be happy if he didn't become the prince."
Feng Liang, the personal chamberlain beside Zhao Yelin, was so frightened by Wen Jiaojiao's words that he almost jumped up, "Fourth Miss, you can't say this!"
Zhao Yelin waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, it's just a little girl's drunk talk."
Saying this, Zhao Yelin's heart stirred slightly, and Wen Jiaojiao's simple words touched the hearts of their father and son.
Yes, if they don't become the prince or the heir, they will have more choices.
Xiao Qingyu saw that Wen Jiaojiao was so drunk that he couldn't stand firmly even if he was leaning on her. She was so limp and had no strength at all, so she directly pulled her into her arms.
Wen Jiaojiao was pulled to sit on Xiao Qingyu's lap and fell asleep directly in her arms.
Qingquan Qingbo was afraid that Wen Jiaojiao would press the queen and wanted to take Wen Jiaojiao from her hand. Xiao Qingyu said: "Just let her stay in my arms for a little longer, so that I can endure such boring things for a while longer."
banquet."
The two had no choice but to retract their hands and step aside.
Zhao Yelin saw Xiao Qingyu hugging Wen Jiaojiao like a child, and smiled slightly: "She is already a big girl who is about to have haircuts, and you still treat her like a child."
Xiao Qingyu looked at the little girl sleeping soundly in her arms with gentle eyes, "In front of me, Jiao Jiao will always be a child."
Zhao Yelin looked at them for a moment and said: "The queen likes girls so much. If she wants, she can give birth to another princess by herself."
Xiao Qingyu: "No need, it's enough for me to have Jiaojiao. Besides, it will be difficult if I give birth to a prince instead of a princess."
Having said that, Xiao Qingyu looked at Zhao Yan. He was the only prince who was suitable. If there was another prince she gave birth to, it would most likely be the same as Zhao Yelin and his brothers in the future.
Zhao Yelin said: "No matter how many princes there are, Yan'er is the only prince. He is a qualified heir."
Xiao Qingyu stroked her warm sleeping face, pushed her broken hair behind her ears, and glanced at Zhao Yelin: "Even so, I don't want to have a daughter."
A princess born into a royal family may not be happy.
In fact, Xiao Qingyu doesn't like children, neither boys nor girls.
She just likes Jiaojiao, and this child is the most like her.
When Zhao Yelin heard Xiao Qingyu's words, his expression darkened for a moment, "You just don't want to give birth to my child."
The tone with a hint of sigh reached Xiao Qingyu's ears. She no longer responded to Zhao Yelin's question. From the moment she entered the palace, there was no need to discuss it between them.
Xiao Qingyu held the warm and soft body in his arms and looked at the hustle and bustle in the room, feeling somewhat at peace in his heart.
As long as Jiao Jiao was there, her empty and numb heart would beat, and she felt like she was still alive.
The banquet was held very late, and Wen Jiaojiao slept in the queen's arms the whole night. Seeing that the queen still treated her like a child, the concubines who had suspected that Wen Jiaojiao would be included in the harem were somewhat relieved.
How do you look at this? The queen and Wen Jiaojiao have the same relationship as mother and daughter. It is impossible for the queen to let her cousin and her second servant and one husband.
By the time the banquet was over, Wen Jiaojiao had already woken up. After drinking the hangover soup brought by Qingquan, she was almost sober.
Seeing that the palace banquet had dispersed, Xiao Qingyu was also preparing to take Wen Jiaojiao back to Fengyi Palace.
Wen Jiaojiao stood at the entrance of Yingqing Hall. The cold wind outside blew and she shivered.
Yuzhu came from behind with a cloak and put a cloak on her.
The concubines all said goodbye to the emperor and empress one after another and returned to the palace. After a while, the Yingqing Palace became quiet. Wen Jiaojiao, Zhao Yan, the emperor and the empress were all standing at the door.
Seeing that no one else was there, Wen Jiaojiao pulled Zhao Yan over and said, "Little Qilin, let's walk back."
She drank wine not long after the banquet started, and fell asleep in Xiao Qingyu's arms. She didn't feel sleepy even when the cold wind blew her.
With that said, Wen Jiaojiao pulled Zhao Yan into the snow. Looking at Zhao Yan who was taller than him, Wen Jiaojiao rolled his eyes, jumped directly on Zhao Yan's back, and said in a coquettish tone:
"Ayan, my feet are cold."
Zhao Yan caught Wen Jiaojiao, lifted her buttocks up, and carried her forward without saying a word.
Looking at the two children walking in front, Zhao Yelin also took Xiao Qingyu's hand and walked into the snow.
Seeing that the empress and the prince did not ride in sedan chairs, they had no choice but to carry the sedan chairs and follow behind them.
Didn't Xiao Qingyu throw away Zhao Yelin's hand? He just looked silently at Zhao Yan in front of him, who was carrying Jiao Jiao on his back.
Zhao Yelin and Xiao Qingyu were speechless for a moment. In the quiet snowy night, they could only hear the voices of Wen Jiaojiao and Zhao Yan talking in front of them.
After a long while, Zhao Yelin said: "Look, do we look like a family of four?"