The Beloved Imperial Consort

Ping Xiuyi was lying on the bed, looking at Emperor Yuan Cheng and Zong Zhenghan with a pale face, the corners of her lips trembled, but tears could not stop falling down.

"Your Majesty, the concubines are not up to date, and they will no longer be able to serve the Emperor." The woman choked with grief, and her voice penetrated into Emperor Yuan Cheng's ears.

Caressing the back of Ping Xiuyi's hand with blue veins protruding under the quilt, Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't bear to look at it.

I don't like this woman very much, but she has been by my side for nearly twenty years. Now that I'm going, it still hurts my heart.

"The imperial doctor said, you should feel at ease to recuperate, take proper medicine, and you will always be fine. I will find time to visit you often, so don't think too much about it." Yuan Chengdi looked at the woman on the bed who was as skinny as a stick, and finally he was a little moved.

Ping Xiuyi turned her head to look at Zong Zhenghan standing beside the bed with red eyes, his eyes were full of deep concern.

"Your Majesty, my concubine has never asked for anything in her life. When she finally left, I only hoped that the emperor would be able to do something for the sake of my concubine's service for many years." Slowly raised his head and looked at Emperor Yuancheng's chin, with a flat gaze. Lax and burst into tears, "I just ask the emperor to take care of the only son of my concubine, so that he is safe and healthy, and his heirs are around his knees, so my concubine will have no regrets."

Zong Zhenghan wept softly, Yuan Chengdi was silent for a moment, and shook her hand. "Okay, I agree with you."

Ping Xiuyi smiled slightly, remembering the secret letter from the family, and closed her eyes slightly. In the next life, she only wishes not to be reborn into a noble family, but only to have a loved one who loves her and a husband who is devoted to growing old together.

On January 17th of the thirteenth year of Zhang He, Ping Xiu, the mother of the eighth prince, passed away. The emperor mourned greatly, and made Ping Xiuyi Zheng a second-rank concubine, so that she could be buried with the ceremony of a first-rank concubine and entered the imperial mausoleum.

After the concubine's first seven days, Emperor Yuan Cheng ordered the crown prince to be in charge of the criminal department, and moved the eighth prince to the household department. As soon as this transfer order came out, the whole court was in an uproar.

The prince has been in the household department for two years and has a solid foundation. He was suddenly transferred to the criminal department. Is it because Emperor Yuancheng wanted to train the prince more, or was he dissatisfied with the prince's performance in recent months and changed the eighth prince to be in charge?

Previously, the Eighth Prince was young and his qualifications for entering the court were relatively inexperienced. He didn't want to join the household department and take real power at this time.

Zong Zhenglin shook his head in his heart when he saw the prince's stiff figure and the gloating in the eldest prince's eyes. His two elder brothers have grown many years in vain. Even Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't see clearly the intention of supporting Zong Zhenghan, and he was still fighting for the immediate gains and losses. The fifth prince Zong Zhengming knew how to restrain himself, but the two of them only cared about overpowering each other all the time.

Mu Xiyao carried her cute rabbit to the front yard. Since yesterday, the rabbit's expression has been sleepy, and Mu Xiyao doesn't care about feeding it, so I have to ask the chief steward to ask someone to take a look.

Nanny Gui hugged Cheng Qing and followed behind, while Xiao Baozi stared at the rabbit and spun around, babbling happily.

Mu Xiyao usually doesn't allow Chengqing to approach the rabbit, pets are not good for children, so she watches him from a distance. So Chengqing felt more and more strange.

A group of people entered the front yard just in time to meet Wu Yichao coming out of the study, and greeted him. Mu Xiyao wanted to leave as before, but suddenly stopped, calling Wu Qichao for the first time in the Prince's Mansion.

Asking Molan to take the rabbit to find Tian Fushan, Nanny Gui followed up knowingly, leaving only Huilan waiting at a distance.

"Mr. is extremely intelligent, I am confused, can I ask you a question or two." Mu Xiyao looked focused.

On the fifth day, she was slightly surprised, this was the first time that Mu Xiyao called him face to face for many years and had something to say.

"Side concubine, please tell me." The fifth man looked curiously at the top-notch Concubine Mu in his daughter's mouth.

"I heard that there is a kind of beast, which was very cute and docile when I was young." Mu Xiyao opened the mouth and made the fifth dynasty excited.

"He will attract people's pity with his pleasing appearance and small size, and he has been lurking, waiting to grow up." Mu Xiyao's eyes seemed to have aftertaste, and she said slowly, "This kind of cub is often seen by people because of its young and weak body." Ignore the power in his bloodline. But no matter how small he is, he still has the instinct to attack. Especially when he is lurking, he is very good at observing and disguising."

Mu Xiyao looked at the fifth dynasty with a light smile, "Do you know what will happen to him when he grows up, sir?"

The Fifth Dynasty heard it with great interest at first, but later found that the side concubine seemed to have something to say.

"But you are very good at hunting?" the fifth man made a sound to test.

Mu Xiyao shook her head slightly and laughed lightly. Zong Zhenghan's methods are more than "good at". That person had an extreme personality, and in his previous life when Ping Xiuyi was still there, he had already shown a cruel side, and in this life, Ping Xiuyi's death probably intensified the cruelty in his heart. This is a man who is more threatening than the crown prince and the eldest prince.

"Hunting is the instinct of wild beasts, but he chooses people to eat." Mu Xiyao thoughtfully looked at the fifth day, and she had already warned in advance what she could do, and the next one had nothing to do with women.

Taking Huilan to pick up the steamed stuffed bun, Mu Xiyao walked away in a few steps gracefully.

In the fifth dynasty, he stayed where he was for a while, and felt more and more that the concubine's few words had hinted a lot.

If there is no mistake in understanding, is this alluding to the Eighth Prince Zong Zhenghan? When everyone was paying attention to Emperor Yuan Cheng's orders, the side concubine singled out the character of the Eighth Prince?

If His Highness guessed right that day, then the side concubine's words cannot be ignored.

On the fifth day, he thought for a while, and was not in a hurry to leave the palace. Instead, he went back to the study and stayed there for two hours.

In the bed at night, Zong Zhenglin stroked the little woman's long hair, closed his eyes and meditated.

Was Mu Xiyao's words during the day just in case or deliberately?

"Jiaojiao is confused, why don't you ask the hall?"

Mu Xiyao chuckled and bit his neck lightly. The man snorted, his palms wandering over her body.

"Your Highness, my concubine's doubts are nothing more than two or three trivial matters of a woman, and they are nothing to worry about. Besides, my concubine is stupid, I'm afraid I don't understand such a difficult explanation."

Zong Zhenglin was amused by Mu Xiyao's upright pretending to be crazy, "Jiaojiao is so clumsy, this hall really needs to teach her well..." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, whispering dirty jokes.

Mu Xiyao was ashamed, but His Royal Highness was really passionate about the affair. No matter how expensive his status is, he is just a man with high desires at this time.

Mu Xiyao supported his chest and climbed up delicately, her seductive eyes swept away, and she saw Zong Zhenglin smelling the strings and knowing the elegance, her breath was unsteady, and her voice was cheerful, "Jiaojiao, continue."

The little head slid down like a grinder, Zong Zhenglin was so excited that his breath was unsteady, and when he reached the peak, it hurt her scalp a little...