As usual, Xiao Qingyu took care of the flowers and plants in the yard and then sat in the palace to read and embroider. During these years in the palace, she relied on this to pass the lonely time.
Today, Concubine De and Concubine Xian brought the sixth princess to sit in her palace for a while. The sixth princess was only over a year old. She walked unsteadily and could not speak a few words.
Zhao Yan often came to her palace these days, and she didn't always miss him like she usually did. She just let him go whenever he came.
Whenever Zhao Yan came, he would sit in her palace and read and practice calligraphy. He would occasionally talk to her and ask about Jiao Jiao's current situation.
They were supposed to be the closest mother and son by blood, but they only had something in common when they talked about Jiao Jiao.
Only when they talk about Jiao Jiao can they talk more.
Many times, Zhao Yan doesn't actually talk much. Xiao Qingyu also wants to find someone to talk to. Zhao Yan is a good person to talk to, although Xiao Qingyu always doesn't like Zhao Yan because of Zhao Yelin.
But after all, Zhao Yan is also her only flesh and blood, and although Zhao Yan resembles Zhao Yelin, there are still differences between them.
Zhao Yan seems to have an indifferent temperament, but he is a very gentle child at heart. His tenderness is a great love that is open to everyone.
Today, the sixth princess was babbling and hugging his legs, slobbering on his clothes. Zhao Yan carried her to the couch, but the sixth princess threw herself at the table where he was writing, and the inkstone fell to the ground.
The copybook he wrote ruined all the homework he had to write in the past two days.
But he asked someone to change the sixth princess into a set of clean clothes, and he continued to rewrite it.
He always has a kind of patience and tolerance towards people that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
This patience is unlike Xiao Qingyu. She is not a patient person. All her patience was given to Jiao Jiao.
Whenever Zhao Yan came to her palace and asked about Jiao Jiao, Xiao Qingyu would talk more, and there would be a smile in his eyes when talking about Jiao Jiao, and Zhao Yan would listen very seriously.
Because of Jiao Jiao, it was rare for mother and son to be harmonious. In the past, Xiao Qingyu always refused to see Zhao Yan. In fact, it was not that he hated the child, but he was just unwilling to face his destined life.
Seeing Zhao Yan, it was as if someone was telling her in her ears that you are already the queen, the queen of Beiyuan, and you are no longer Xiao Qingyu of the desert.
You have to take on everything, take on the responsibility of the queen, take on the Xiao family, take on the entire Beiyuan.
Zhao Yan is the prince and the future emperor, and she is the mother of the future emperor.
With so many heavy burdens, it was a responsibility she could not shirk.
These are responsibilities that cannot be measured by personal feelings.
Now she is gradually willing to accept Zhao Yan, and she is also slowly accepting that she can no longer change her life.
Makino has left, taking away everything that belonged to Xiao Qingyu, and now she is just the queen of Beiyuan.
The only thing that supported her life was the bright light.
In the past six months, Jiao Jiao's company has made her think a lot and let go a lot.
No matter what, life must go on.
She also has her parents and brothers, and Jiao Jiao. Jiao Jiao has endured so much hardship and has already endured it. Jiao Jiao will soon be getting married to Que Wu, and she has to hold on for Jiao Jiao.
"Come on, come on, Yun'er, come to the mother concubine~" Concubine Xian waved to the sixth princess Zhao Yun with a toy. Zhao Yun clung to the queen's side babbling with her fingers in her mouth, tugging on her robe with her hands.
Xiao Qingyu was looking out the window in a daze. Zhao Yun called her for a while before she came back to her senses. She pinched Zhao Yun's chubby little face, and Zhao Yun immediately staggered towards Concubine Xian happily.
Looking at Zhao Yun's little steps, Xiao Qingyu couldn't help but think of Jiao Jiao. When Jiao Jiao was two years old, he couldn't walk on the ground. When he was three years old, he started to walk unsteadily. Just like this, his aunt was very happy.
He brought Jiao Jiao to the palace to see her and told her that Jiao Jiao could walk.
As a result, Jiao Jiao didn't take a few steps before he fell to the ground in front of her, crying and out of breath.
Xiao Qingyu coaxed her and wanted to hug her, but she refused. At that time, Xiao Qingyu thought that Jiao Jiao didn't like her, so he loosened his hold on her, and then saw Jiao Jiao shaking towards her aunt.
He staggered away, then ran towards her unsteadily.
"Yes... yes..."
Three-year-old Jiao Jiao can't speak well. The best two words she can say are "Aniang".
She looked at her with tears in her eyes and said yes. Did she cry because she felt embarrassed when she fell down just now?
Suddenly, Xiao Qingyu felt that Xiao Jiaojiao had completely inherited the stubborn character of his Xiao family.
No matter how weak her body is, she is still the blood of their Xiao family.
"Concubine...mother...concubine..."
Xiao Qingyu saw Zhao Yun throwing herself into Concubine Xian's arms and called her Concubine Mum.
Concubine Xian was immediately overjoyed. She hugged Zhao Yun, tears welled up in her eyes, and said happily to the empress and Concubine De: "Yun'er has called me my concubine!"
The queen was also happy for Concubine Xian. It had been three or four months since Zhao Yun was given to Concubine Xian. She treated Zhao Yun as if she were her own child, holding her in her hands and taking care of her every day. Finally, she heard her call her "mother concubine".
"That's great, Yun'er recognizes you now."
Zhao Yun was just over a year old when she left Shen Zhaoyi, and she is not yet two years old now.
When she first left her mother, Concubine Xian cried day and night, Concubine Xian patiently took her with her. After crying for half a month, Zhao Yun finally got used to being with Concubine Xian.
Now I finally recognize her as my mother-in-law.
Xiao Qingyu was teasing the Sixth Princess with Concubine Xian and others, when Qingquan entered the palace with a happy face.
"Queen! Happy event!"
Seeing the usually steady Qingquan running in happily, Concubine De asked with a smile: "Hey, what kind of happy event makes you so happy?"
Qingquan handed a gilded and red wedding card to Xiao Qingyu, "It's my cousin! My cousin is getting married to the Lord of the Kingdom of Sara!"
Xiao Qingyu was startled for a moment, then she took the wedding invitation in surprise and read it several times carefully. She said with tears in her eyes: "Okay, it's good to get married."
Concubine Xian and Concubine De also congratulated Xiao Qingyu with joyful faces: "Congratulations to the Queen! This is a great joy!"
"I heard that Jiao Jiao and the king of Salo are in love, and now that they are married, it is a good match!"
"Yes, although Sara is a little far away, it is the best thing to be able to marry the person you love!"
A smile appeared on Xiao Qingyu's lips. She swallowed slightly as she looked at the wedding invitation and said softly: "Yes, marrying the person you love is the best thing."
Zhao Yan, who was sitting on the couch writing on one side, listened to their voices of joyful congratulations, and the copybook under his hand had already become a mess.
Zhao Yan held up the pen without moving, and the ink on the tip of the pen smudged the words he had written.
For a long time, Xiao Qingyu called to him, "Yan'er, come here and take a look at your aunt's wedding invitation."
Zhao Yan crumpled up the damaged copybook and threw it aside. He said without raising his head, "I haven't finished my homework yet."
After that, I continued to lay out the new copybook, picked up the pen for a moment, tightened the hand holding the pen, and then slowly loosened it, writing as calmly and conscientiously as before.
Seeing his cold look, Xiao Qingyu didn't think much about it. Her son was never a cheerful person and always hid his emotions.
Now her heart and eyes are filled with Jiao Jiao and Que Wu who are about to get married.
Xiao Qingyu walked to her inner room and dragged out a heavy wooden box. She opened the wooden box and found a complete set of Feng Guan Xia Phi inside.
These were all made by Makino himself when she was in Salo.
Because she said she wanted to use Beiyuan's wedding gift, Makino spent a month making her wedding dress, phoenix crown and other accessories.
In this Beiyuan-style wedding dress, there is also an incongruous piece of jewelry, which is a Sara crown.
"Little Qingyu, I made this crown for you. If you marry me in the future, you will be the queen of Sara."
Xiao Qingyu touched the crown with his hand, and a drop of hot tears fell on it.
Makino, there is no chance for us in this life. I hope Jiaojiao and Awu can fulfill your and my wishes.
"Empress, are you calling me?"
Qingquan entered the inner room and asked respectfully.
Normally, the empress never likes them to enter her inner room.
Xiao Qingyu wiped away her tears, returned to her normal demeanor, and said to Qingquan: "Take this set of Fengguanxia Phi to the garment making bureau and let them change it according to Jiao Jiao's body shape."
Qingquan responded and asked several palace attendants to carry the wooden box out and take it to the Garment Bureau.
When Zhao Yan entered the inner room, he saw Xiao Qingyu rummaging through boxes and cabinets, "Mother, what are you doing?"
Xiao Qingyu poured a whole box of rare gems on the bed, glanced at Zhao Yan, and said with a smile: "I'm preparing a dowry for Jiao Jiao."
Zhao Yan looked at the rare things that were dumped all over the bed, as well as the open boxes of jewelry, silk and satin on the floor. Was the queen mother going to dig out all her family assets?