The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 35 Cousin Cousin (1)

Great prosperous country.

In the first year of Shengchen, the court was in turmoil and the border was unstable.

Not long after the new emperor ascended the throne, he was attacked by enemies.

General Zhen Guo was ordered to go to the border to defend against the enemy, while his wife and daughter stayed behind in the capital.

In the second year of Shengchen, with the help of the prime minister, the new emperor turned the tide, wiped out the remaining evils, and regained the imperial power.

On the frontier battlefield, the generals fought bloody battles and killed the enemy bandits, with frequent successes.

However, along with the news of the complete victory in the war came the news of the death of General Zhen Guo.

In the last battle, he was stabbed in the heart with a poisoned dagger while beheading the general of a neighboring country, and died of poison on the spot.

When the news came back to the capital, the whole country mourned.

The emperor ordered that the whole country pray for the general for seven days.

In the general's mansion, when the general's wife, Princess Sheng'an, heard the news of her husband's death, she was distraught and locked herself in the room for seven days and seven nights.

Finally, when the maid opened the door, she found that the eldest princess was lying on the bed, her neck was bleeding, her eyes were closed, and she was dead.

She tightly held a blood-stained jade hairpin in her hand. Her boudoir name was engraved on the end of the hairpin, and part of it was hidden under the slightly dried blood stains.

The entire General's Mansion was thrown into chaos in an instant, leaving only the sick and weak princess, pale and dying.

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In the resplendent palace, a graceful and luxurious woman leaned on a soft couch made of fine brocade and satin, holding a cup of fragrant tea in her hand, savoring it carefully.

She gently blew away the emerald green tea leaves floating on the surface of the tea, and then took a sip with a slight enjoyment expression.

After a while, she caught sight of the man sitting next to her from the corner of her eye. She paused, closed the lid of the cup, and put down the cup. The bottom of the ceramic cup tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

She glanced at the man slightly: "... I heard that this little princess is born with a disease, and she is very delicate, so she has to take good care of her."

The man was sitting beside her, playing with a ceramic teacup in his hand, his eyes downcast.

Seeing his careless appearance, the woman hated iron for being weak, but she seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly became a little frustrated.

She paused for a while, and finally said helplessly: "... Aijia told you that this little princess Aijia is going to raise her as her own daughter. You are not allowed to bully your sister."

Hearing this, the man's thin lips curled up slightly, and he smiled lightly. The smile flowed in his charming peach eyes, and the tiny red mole under the corner of his right eye also shone brightly.

He replied: "...the queen mother joked, how could I bully people for no reason?"

The queen mother was helpless.

She naturally knew that her son would not bully others for no reason.

His temperament belongs to people who don't offend him, he will be treated as a ball of air.

If someone offends him, he will definitely pay back a hundredfold.

This caused him to be able to control the entire court in just two years, and made all the officials willingly worship him.

This temperament was what she liked at first, but it was also what she gritted her teeth in anger in the end.

Desperately trying to change this state, but there is no way, after all...

Seemingly thinking of something, the queen mother sighed softly.

Finally, she hesitated and said: "...the Ai family naturally knows your temperament, but this little princess is also the only child left by your aunt and uncle. She is delicate and frail, and she has just experienced bereavement. It hurts, you can’t treat people like air anymore, right?”

The implication is, at least remember to care about it occasionally.

The man listened lazily, noncommittal.

The hall fell silent for a moment, leaving only clouds of misty fragrance coming from the incense burners on both sides, filling the surroundings...

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(End of this chapter)