Mingwei remembered that the emperor died in Yongjia in the 25th year. This year is already 21st, which means there are still four years left.
But looking at the situation now, he may not be able to survive that time.
After what happened to Mrs. Mingsan, Mingwei became even more unwilling to force the imperial concubine.
At first glance, the situation of the imperial concubine is much better than that of the third wife of Ming Dynasty. She holds the power of the Sixth Palace and is deeply loved.
But how hard it is to not be able to reveal even a hint of hatred to an enemy who has been with her for decades? She has endured it for twenty years, so why should she be forced to do so again?
Mingwei could only tell her in detail: "General Zong has accepted him as his student, but since he has entered the capital, it will be difficult to interact with each other."
Concubine Pei was surprised: "Seriously?"
"Yes. If you think about it, they have been fighting together for more than a year. They live and die together. How can they really not have any contact at all?"
Concubine Pei nodded.
Mingwei continued: "And Mr. Fu, thanks to his plan last time. Madam, there is really no need to worry, there are many people helping him, but now we have to hibernate."
Concubine Pei sighed and said: "In the early years, I just thought that he could grow up in peace, even if he lived as a thief as his father for the rest of his life, it would be okay. Later, I finally understood that as long as he lives for one day, my child will always live in fear. He
I understand his character very well. If others offend him a little, he will be tolerant on the surface, but will remember it forever in his heart. Miss Ming, since you have a plan, I will listen to it. Whatever Mr. Fu needs me to do, I will
do what."
Hearing her words, Mingwei felt extremely sad.
What kind of mood must she have to make the decision to adopt a thief as her father for the rest of her life?
Mingwei said softly: "Mr. Fu wants the crown prince and King Xin to fight each other and make them both fall from power. It doesn't hurt to let King An take the throne for the time being. He has no foundation and it will be easy to do whatever he wants in the future."
She paused and then said: "As for what the empress did before, it would be better if he could not see the court without hurting his life. If he is not in good health and mentally weak, it is inevitable that he will be in a bad mood and make many judgments.
Mistakes will be made to our advantage."
"Okay, I understand."
At this point, the palace attendant came up and said, "Your Majesty, your painting?"
Concubine Pei only felt that the mundane things in the world were like a tide, and they came back in the blink of an eye. She was still standing in the palace, and everything was as before.
She laughed and said to the palace attendant: "Show Miss Ming the picture of living in the mountains that I painted the day before yesterday."
…
At Mao hour, the ritual is about to begin.
Mrs. Lu, the wife of the Prince of Bolinghou, hurried to the side hall.
She couldn't calm down, and it was really painful to sit for four days in a row. Moreover, when you are in the palace, you have to be careful about what you say and do. For the Lu family who likes to gossip about people, the pain is doubled.
When she arrived, Mingwei had entered the palace just a moment ago. The waiter led her to her seat and served her tea and refreshments, very attentively.
Mrs. Lu got up late in the morning and didn't have time to eat, so she also called the waiter and asked for some tea.
The chamberlain smiled back at her: "The tea has just been distributed, and I have asked someone to go to the imperial kitchen to get it. I'm afraid that the Crown Prince's wife will have to wait a little longer."
The palace was not the Bolinghou Palace, so Lu knew that she could not forcefully order the servants, so she could only express her gratitude.
Unexpectedly, she waited and waited, but no refreshments were delivered, but Mingwei ordered another one - and she was giving it to her maid!
Lu's stomach was burning with fever, and it was still early for lunch, so she had to call the waiter again.
But the chamberlain said: "The imperial dining room is preparing lunch right now. I'm afraid I'm too busy to take care of it. Why don't you, Madam Prince, wait a little longer? You'll have lunch soon."
Lu's fire finally started: "There is still another hour, how can I endure it? It's just a few pieces of tea, and you can't bear to part with it?"
But the chamberlain was not afraid of her, and replied with a straight face: "Mrs. Prince, you came to the palace to pray for the late emperor, how can you always think about eating? This is too insincere!"
Hearing these non-yin and yang words, Mrs. Lu was so angry that she finally realized that the waiter didn't want to run errands at all, and was just perfunctory with her before.
She wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Boling Hou spoke over there: "It's not just for an hour? What can't be tolerated? Besides, it's not that you haven't eaten in the morning, it's because you got up late. Get over it quickly, this is the palace
, where do you think you are?"
Then he said kindly to the waiter: "Father, please do what you want, we have nothing to do here."
The chamberlain then gave him a good look, bowed slightly, and walked away.
No matter how arrogant Mrs. Lu was, she would not dare to be arrogant in front of her mother-in-law. However, she felt so aggrieved that she could only complain in a suppressed voice: "Mom, I just want a plate of tea, and it doesn't cost anything. If I don't give it to you if I ask for it here, then
I didn’t ask for anything, but I sent it generously!”
Mrs. Hou followed her gaze and said, "How can we compare this? She is the future princess, and the concubine looks at her differently. They are not the same person in the first place, and you still force the comparison?"
Mrs. Lu was very angry, and she already hated the imperial concubine. After hearing these words, she felt even more uncomfortable.
Doesn't this clearly tell her that she is inferior to others?
What's more, I'm really hungry...
Mrs. Lu's eyes turned to the plate of tea next to Mingwei.
How could I not feel the constant gazes from them over there? Mingwei also raised his head and looked over.
The two sides looked at each other, and Mingwei seemed to feel Lu's desire for the plate of tea, smiled slightly, then picked up the plate... and gave it to Duofu.
Mrs. Lu stared, trembling with rage as she watched Duofu finish the tea with a happy smile.
"Mother, did she do it on purpose? She must have done it on purpose!"
Mrs. Hou disagreed: "You are thinking too much. She is not a roundworm in your stomach. How could you know that you want to eat her?"
"No, mother..."
Mrs. Hou was displeased: "Why are you so busy? Hurry up and pray for blessings. If you are like this, others will think that we are unwilling!"
Mrs. Lu was reluctant, but being suppressed by Mrs. Hou, she could only swallow her grievances, but the resentment in her heart deepened.
…
The emperor's spirit was indeed not as good as before. In addition to holding on longer on the first day, he only showed up in the following days and asked the prince to guard him.
Perhaps because of the emperor's approval, the prince was very excited and actively participated in handling all matters, no matter how big or small.
He is the crown prince, and the emperor has the authority to speak, so others naturally follow his orders.
King Xin kept his face uncovered and prayed every day, looking honest.
Wang An made it clear that he was just dawdling around. He kept his eyes half open every day and remained motionless, nodding and smiling from time to time, very much like the way he dealt with his teacher during lectures. Only the occasional drool from the corner of his mouth betrayed the fact that he was sleeping.
As soon as the blessing was over, His Highness Prince An immediately became lively and led Yang Shu around, looking for things to do.
Yang Shu also found it boring, so he let him go.
Alas, after entering the palace, we are actually very close, but the chance to meet is gone.
King An was not a fool, so how could he not see it? He pulled him and asked, "Do you want to go over there and see that person?"
Yang Shu leaned against the railing and didn't want to talk to him.
Prince An was also a bitch. The less Yang Shu wanted to ignore him, the more he wanted to come forward and said, "It's not impossible. Let's ask the chamberlain to send a message and ask her out."
Yang Shu rolled his eyes. Did he think he couldn't make a date? Wasn't he afraid of being seen...
Then King An said: "I know there is a place, but it is hidden, no one will see it!" (To be continued)