You should not be praised by the imperial concubine." Mu Yunhan stood up again, feeling frightened.
There was a look on her body that was like a steel knife scraping across her body. Concubine Jiang smiled brightly: "Why can't you take it seriously? If you do it, you can't help but praise it."
It’s just that I heard that your biological father didn’t accept your kindness, but instead kicked the table over and scolded you as a poisonous woman who must die a good death. You are really wronged.”
Mu Yunhan lowered his eyes and said nothing, and the smile disappeared from his face.
Concubine Jiang gently slapped her mouth: "Look at me, I have to say everything in front of the Queen Mother. I really deserve a slap."
The Queen Mother frowned: "What's going on?"
This was asked to Mu Yunhan.
Mu Yunhan knew very well that the Queen Mother had been patient for many years and did not want to see her and Mu Zixin's loving father and daughter being filial.
After all, they were married because of Zhao Hongru. She didn't remember the hatred, but was so humble to Mu Zixin. Wouldn't it make someone angry to death?
But I can't say the real reason, as that would expose her dark side.
Mu Yunhan thought about it for a moment and said: "To tell you the truth about the Queen Mother, my mother's kindness in keeping me alive is as high as the sky and as thick as the earth. No one can compare with it."
However, Your Majesty governs the world with filial piety, and the fault of the biological father has been decided by the Queen Mother and Your Majesty, so there is no need for the daughter of the people to pursue it.
He went to bear the responsibility for his crime, and the daughter of the people gave him a ride. No matter what the outcome was, it was the end of the father-daughter relationship."
If there was more, she would not say a word, because saying too much would be wrong.
The Queen Mother was very satisfied with this statement: "She is indeed a daughter taught by Hong Ru, who is polite and well-behaved."
Concubine Jiang said angrily: "Even so, don't you hate that Mu Zixin not only failed to remember it well, but also treated you like this?"
"The fate of civilian girls is bad." Mu Yunhan was a little annoyed and kept talking over and over again, trying to find trouble and come up with something new.
"Is your life bad?" Concubine Jiang smiled. What a wise man said. He didn't say that he hated or felt wronged, but only said that he had a bad life.
But, this is in the palace, can you just say that your life is bad?
She was about to speak when she heard the Queen Mother loudly say: "Who said your life is bad? Your life is very good! Difficulties turn into good fortune, misfortune turns into good fortune. Isn't this how you have been here for more than ten years?"
Mu Yunhan smiled and said sincerely, "The Queen Mother is right."
Suddenly I heard a young girl's clear voice from the side: "Miss Mu, the Imperial Grandmother said your life is good, so your life must be very good. If it were not good, Taichang Temple Minister wouldn't have been saved by you several times."
Mu Yunhan looked under her eyelashes and saw a girl in royal attire, about fifteen or sixteen years old, standing next to the Queen Mother, slim and pretty.
The female officer smiled and said, "This is Her Royal Highness Princess Huaichang."
Mu Yunhan bowed and saluted: "Your Highness the Princess."
It's better to meet than to be famous. She had heard about this princess for a long time, and related things had happened several times.
However, I really couldn't see people clearly before. It's really exciting to be able to see and make contact with them today - she can describe them to Mrs. Meng after she goes back.
Princess Huaichang whispered a few words in the Queen Mother's ear, and the Queen Mother smiled: "Pihouer, you go ahead."
Princess Huaichang walked up to Mu Yunhan and looked at her sideways with a smile: "I will follow the example of the priest and Taichang Temple minister and predict the girl's fortune."
Concubine Jiang frowned and said: "You must not be rude in Huaichang! The art of fortune-telling by the priests and ministers of Taichang Temple is a national art. How can you be allowed to laugh like this!" (To be continued)