Mu Yunhan said: "Thank you very much, father-in-law, but it's not enough to just send people back. The weather is hot, the masters and housewives of the Shen family are all dead, and the ice is limited. We can't just stop without mourning. What would it be like?"
Zhou Zilai said: "This is the most magnanimous thing!"
Mu Yunhan was neither humble nor arrogant: "Why should a living person care about a dead person? It's not like there is any deep grudge, I just want to make everyone look good.
In order to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to smear the prince and cause everyone to misunderstand, do you think this is the truth?"
As she spoke, she quietly stuffed a thick stack of banknotes into Zhou Zilai's hand.
Zhou Zilai weighed the banknotes, and finally said with a straight face: "Let's talk about it. I'm not sure whether it can be done."
Mu Yunhan said: "I know, if you are willing to help me with this, I will be grateful to you whether you can do it or not."
They won't get the banknote back.
Zhou Zilai pointed to the shaded area aside: "Madam, please take your majesty over there. If your majesty suffers from heat stroke, who can afford it?"
Mu Yunhan readily agreed, but did not move his steps.
When Zhou Zilai left, she squatted down and said to Yan'er: "Yan'er's uncle and aunt are dead. They have to go back underground. It's cooler and more comfortable there. The only ones who can help them are us. We are here."
Can you wait a moment?"
Yan'er held her hand tightly and whispered with clear black and white eyes: "Are they like the queen mother and the emperor father?"
Mu Yunhan nodded: "Yes."
Yan'er said: "Okay, I have to follow my aunt."
Mu Yunhan felt sad, touched his little face, and said solemnly: "Okay, follow me."
Yan'er lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment, then tugged at the corner of her clothes and asked in a low voice: "Will Grandma Huang also go underground?"
Mu Yunhan shook his head and said in a very affirmative tone: "No."
Yan'er's eyes shone brightly and he pressed close to her.
King Shou stood behind the window of the Purple Star Palace, looking at the young and old from a distance, and smiled coldly: "She is so brave, she dares to hold His Majesty hostage and threaten me!"
If he didn't agree to meet him, Mu Yunhan would have been able to take Yan'er and stand under the sun. There would always be ministers coming in and out. What would it look like?
Zhou Zilai smiled apologetically and said, "Mrs. Anguo is nosy, but she also has good intentions."
"Good intentions?" King Shou sneered and dismissed her: "This woman is the most vicious and will not save her until she dies."
Zhou Zilai lowered his eyes and did not dare to answer.
Prince Shou was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Let her come in."
Mu Yunhan picked up Yan'er and walked into the palace.
King Shou sat high on the chair in the middle, squinting at her coldly, waiting for her to salute and say hello.
Mu Yunhan hugged Yan'er and nodded slightly: "Prince Regent, my wife is polite here."
How can Prince Shou be worthy of Yan'er's gift? Even if he is a puppet emperor, he is still an emperor.
He stood up angrily and asked Yan'er to take a seat in a hypocritical manner.
Yan'er buried her head on Mu Yunhan's shoulder and refused to leave.
Mu Yunhan came here to ask for help, and did not want to make him feel uncomfortable, so he said: "Today we are talking about family matters. Why don't we ask the regent to give me a seat so that we can sit face to face and talk?"
King Shou glanced at her with a gloomy face, raised his chin slightly, and asked someone to take a seat.
Mu Yunhan put Yan'er on his lap and said gently: "I came from the mourning hall, and the wives were very scared, fearing that the secret medicine would arrive at their homes tomorrow."