After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The old emperor is drinking tea.

Seeing Ma Yuandao appear, he almost squirted out a sip of tea excitedly.

Ma Yuandao is here, which means that the people in the account are Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi!

He was in ecstasy for an instant, covered the tea cup, and even said in a kind tone: "Aiqing forgive me and give a seat. Aiqing has appeared so wonderfully, it is simply my lucky star in South Vietnam!"

Ma Yuandao couldn't help whispering.

What's the matter with the emperor, when he sees him, he looks like he sees a new parent.

He bowed his hand and said respectfully: "The emperor has been honoured before, and the ministers have done nothing, so they dare not call "Fuxing".

"Hahaha, just because you didn't do anything, you are the lucky star! If you did something, I will take you to blame!"

Ma Yuan said: "..."

I heard that the emperor is often crazy.

Today, the rumors are true.

He sat down with his robe.

Ma couldn't help getting up, pushing him hard, and whispered: "A long way, why are you here?!"

Ma Yuandao's face was innocent: "Mother, didn't you call me?"

Princess Jing looked at the mother and son who were starting to wrestle and couldn't help shaking.

She closed her eyes with difficulty.

Ma Yuandao is here, so the man in the tent, is it...

She dared not think about it.

The issue of Yi'er's identity has not been resolved yet. If everyone sees him, he will be with that **** Nan Baoyi, and he will have to bear an infamous reputation for the rest of his life!

She can't let this happen!

She opened her eyes, her eyes sharp.

"The emperor," she said suddenly, "have been in trouble for so long, and you are tired, why don't we move to the garden water pavilion to watch the show? I heard that the troupe who came to perform in Nanfu today is the prestigious Yulouchun——"

"Princess Jing," Nan Yan interrupted her gently, "you just said in your own mouth that the people in the tent are Ma Yuandao and my sister. Now that it is confirmed that Ma Yuandao is not in the tent, why did you suddenly change your tone and forbid it? Does anyone lift the veil?"

Princess Jing gritted her teeth.

She stared at Nan Yan bitterly.

The girls from the South are all bitches!

Nan Yan turned to the old emperor earnestly, "The emperor, in order to prove my sister's innocence, please open the curtain in public. Let everyone see clearly that the woman in the account is not my sister."

The old emperor smiled.

He raised his hand and motioned the servant to lift the curtain.

As long as the affairs of Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi are confirmed, he will be able to give the marriage publicly.

With the imperial power, it is not difficult to remove Xiao Yi from the Nan family and give him a new identity, so that he can marry Nan Baoyi in a beautiful and graceful manner.

By then, Xiao Yi will appreciate him.

The maid had just taken two steps, and Princess Jing finally couldn't bear it.

She knelt down, choked and said, "The emperor, the minister's wife has something to say!"

"Oh?"

The old emperor was curious.

Princess Jing gritted her teeth.

Her children are gone.

Xiao Yi is her lost child.

She must protect him, protect his reputation, protect his glory.

Let him return to Shengjing gracefully.

Let the **** Jiang see with his own eyes how outstanding her son is. Her son is a hundred times, a thousand times better than her two idiot sons!

She said every word: "The emperor still remembers that the courtier once lost a son?"

There was a touch of sympathy in the old emperor's eyes.

King Jing is the younger brother of his mother, and Princess Jing is his sister-in-law.

In the past, Princess Jing was pregnant with a son. When she went to live in Bezhuang, she did not expect to give birth suddenly.

But when he was born, he was stillborn.

Princess Jing hurt her body and has never had any more children in these years.

Although he didn't know why Princess Jing brought up the matter suddenly, he nodded heavily, "I remember."

"The emperor, the son born to the minister's wife is not stillborn. Xiao Yi is the son of the minister's wife!"

Princess Jing burst into tears and made a sound.

The room is shocked!

Princess Jing clutched the skirt, her eyes were full of madness.

She had planned to wait until the end of the year to arrange everything before telling everyone that Xiao Yi was the son of Prince Jing.

But today's situation is urgent, she really can't care too much.

As long as it is proved that Xiao Yi is the son of King Jing, everyone will automatically distinguish the relationship between brother and sister for Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi with preconceived notions.

In this way, even if the people in the account are Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi, they are not afraid of gossip!

The old emperor was stunned.

His voice trembled: "Xiao Yi, is it your son?!"

King Jing and his wife are far away in Shengjing City, and Xiao Yiyuan is in Jinguan City. How could he be their son? !

"The minister's wife was unwilling to believe it at first. Last month, the gods suddenly fell into a dream and asked the minister's wife to come to Jinguan City. The minister's wife came with the purpose of relaxing. Unexpectedly, she met Yi'er on the street."

Princess Jing had tears on her face, but her smile was very relieved, "I felt very kind when I first saw Yi'er, but after inquiring, I realized that he was the adopted son of Nanfu.

"After several inquiries, I found out that the day Yi'er came to Nanfu was shortly after the minister's wife gave birth. The minister's wife thought that in the folks, there are often stable wives who steal babies and sell them to wealthy families in the name of delivering babies.

"So the minister's wife suspected that the stillbirth was not the son of the minister's wife, but Yi'er was the son of the minister's wife! Under closer inspection, it turned out to be so! No wonder the gods fell into a dream and asked the minister's wife to visit Jinguan City. In order to retrieve my child!"

She clutched the embroidered handkerchief, crying with joy, sorrow and sorrow, with a rich sense of hierarchy and emotional impact.

The old emperor was almost stupid.

He murmured: "It's about the blood of King Jing's descendants, Princess Jing, this is no small matter..."

"The minister's wife has evidence!"

Two days ago, Princess Jing had arranged the witnesses.

From the maid to the wife, from the peasant woman in Bezhuang to the stable woman who delivered the baby, almost all were found.

Money can push the ghosts.

For the sake of the future of the whole family, Na Wenpo, regardless of her life, confessed according to Princess Jing's previous teaching.

The old emperor turned to the Nan family again.

He coughed dryly and said, "Old Madam Nan, your family..."

Mrs. Nan was supported by Jiang, her old face full of tangles.

Yi'er was obviously brought back from the frontier battlefield by the boss, and has half a copper relationship with Princess Jing? !

But if you deny...

She looked at the drapery complicatedly.

If Xiao Yi and Jiaojiao'er were really framed by others and did something like that in the account, then the identity of Wang Shizi is indeed the most suitable identity for Xiao Yi at present.

At least, she wouldn't let her Jiaojiao'er be poked on the backbone, humiliated and shameless, spurned and disregarded.

Although it is a serious crime to pretend to be a child of the royal family, the arrow is on the line and I have to send it.

She is willing to spend the lives of the whole family, help Xiao Yiyuan's lie, and help Jiaojiao'er maintain dignity and dignity!

She was heartbroken and said respectfully: "Returning to the emperor, it is ridiculous, Yi'er, it is indeed the boss and his wife who bought it from outside..."

Everything is right.

The old emperor raised his eyebrows, feeling happy.

If Xiao Yi is really his nephew, then his situation is simply not too stable!

And this gift of marriage is also more natural.

He beamed with a smile: "Princess Jing, you gave birth to a good son to King Jing!"

He waved his hand and said softly, "Pull the curtain open."

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Thank you fairies for voting ducks today

Not surprisingly, I should be able to write about the marriage tomorrow