Quickly wear "I am the empress"

After Zhao Zhen arrived at the fourth princess's palace, he saw Madam Zhang sitting on the bedside weeping silently. This person looked extremely haggard.

Seeing the usually bright and beautiful Madam Zhang turned into such a state, Zhao Zhen opened his mouth and asked in a trembling voice: "How is Fourth Sister?"

Hearing Zhao Zhen's voice, Madam Zhang shed tears before she could speak.

"Guan Jia, why are you here?"

Zhao Zhen sat next to her, reached out and touched the hot little hands of the fourth princess, and then said: "I heard from the queen that the fourth sister is sick."

"Why didn't you send someone to inform me?"

Hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Madam Zhang shook her head with tears in her eyes, "Guan family, if the fourth sister really..., I don't want you to see it."

"You have given away too many princes and princesses over the years. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it..."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen shook his head with red eyes: "What are you talking about?"

"They are my children."

"How could I not see you?"

Madam Zhang didn't dare to look at Zhao Zhen's red eyes, so she turned away and said bitterly: "Since the official family is here, let's take a good look at the fourth sister."

"I hope God will protect our fourth sister and allow her to survive this disaster safely."

Hearing Madam Zhang say this, Zhao Zhen seemed to think of something and stood up instantly.

An'er said that her fate was over and she would live a long life in the future.

Does this mean that his children will suffer death when they are born?

Now the only one who has survived this calamity is An'er.

His other children were all destroyed by this disaster...

After this idea came up, the more Zhao Zhen thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.

After all, all his children, both male and female, were born sick.

Even when An'er was young, she would get sick from time to time.

Seeing Zhao Zhen standing up suddenly with an excited expression, Madam Zhang was confused for the first time.

"Guan family, what's wrong?"

Zhao Zhen looked at the fourth princess lying on the bed with his hands behind his hands, and sighed with a complicated expression: "Nothing."

"You should speak more to Fourth Sister's ears and let her know that we are with her. No matter what, she must hold on."

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang nodded sadly, "Okay."

The news that the fourth princess was ill naturally reached Miao Zhaorong's ears.

Miao Zhaorong sighed deeply when he heard this, with a complicated expression on his face.

Somehow, it is extremely difficult for both men and women to feed the children in this harem.

When her second brother was born, she took great care to raise him, but in the end he still passed away...

Now, except for her An'er, no one in the harem can grow up healthy.

I don’t know whether it’s because the official family has no children, or because these children can’t stand the royal family’s favor.

"Madam, do you want to go to Zhang Niang's womb?"

Seeing Miao Zhaorong standing at the door, stunned for a long time, the palace maid behind her asked in a low voice.

Miao Zhaorong shook his head, "I won't go."

"Ms. Zhang is in a hurry right now. I couldn't help her except disturbing her."

"I remember there is a ginseng root in the warehouse. You can personally take it to Zhang Niang's womb. It can be considered a piece of my mind."

Hearing this, the palace maid smiled slightly and said, "Yes."

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The fourth princess was finally rescued, but after falling ill, her already poor health became even more frail.

While the fourth princess was recuperating, the fifth princess, the sixth princess, and the seventh princess were born one after another.

Before Zhao Zhen had time to rejoice, bad news continued to spread.

The newly born fifth princess, sixth princess, and seventh princess died one after another before they could survive the New Year.

Losing three daughters suddenly was a big blow to Zhao Zhen.

He locked himself in Chui Gong Hall for a night. When Eunuch Zhang went to help him wash up the next day, he suddenly found that half of his hair had turned white overnight.

"Guan Jia, you..."

Seeing Zhao Zhen's extra white hair overnight, Eunuch Zhang was so frightened that he fell to his knees, feeling uncontrollably distressed.

He grew up serving the officials and watched them grow from a young boy to the emperor they are today.

The officials were good-natured and kind-hearted, and they were always gentle and tolerant towards their servants.

The official family is so good, how could God bear to make him so uncomfortable and let him experience the pain of losing a child over and over again...

Through the bronze mirror brought by the palace maid, Zhao Zhen also saw clearly what he looked like now.

He reached out and pulled off a piece of white hair and took it into his hand to look at it. Zhao Zhen smiled indifferently.

"It's just that your hair is gray, don't make a fuss about it."

Hearing this, Eunuch Zhang's face was filled with sadness.

The official family is now only thirty-four.

Who at this age would have gray hair?

Even Lord Yan Shu, who teaches the princess, doesn’t have as many white hairs as those from the official family...

"Groom me, don't waste time going to court."

Hearing this, Eunuch Zhang endured his heartache, sighed and nodded, "Yes."

Before Zhao Zhen's hair was combed, Zhiyu jumped to the Chui Gong Hall.

After seeing Zhao Zhen, who had aged much overnight, the brush in Zhiyu's hand instantly fell to the ground.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Zhiyu coming, Zhao Zhen's eyes instantly became gentle: "An'er, come here to daddy."

Wen Zhiyu quickly picked up the brush that fell on the ground and trotted to Zhao Zhen's side, "Dad, are you sick?"

Hearing Zhiyu's concerned tone, Zhao Zhen smiled and shook his head, "An'er, don't worry, daddy is not sick."

"Why did An'er come so early today?"

Hearing Zhao Zhen ask this, Zhiyu quickly raised the brush in his hand.

"Dad, I'm here to give you a pen."

"I saw the Di family sister making calligraphy brushes for Master, and I want to make them for Dad too."

"However, the one I made seems a bit ugly. It's not as good-looking as the one made by Sister Di Qing. Dad, you must not dislike it."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen's eyes were so kind that he couldn't be more kind. He reached out and touched Zhizhidama's head, and said happily: "An'er is so filial."

As he spoke, Zhao Zhen took the rough-made brush from Zhiyu's hand and said with a moved face: "This brush is my favorite among the gifts that dad received."

"Daddy must keep it well."

Zhiyu shook his head, "Dad, if you like it, I will make another one for you. You don't need to save it."

Zhao Zhen shook his head with a smile, "This is the first time dad has received a gift from his own child, and it has a different meaning."

With that said, Zhao Zhen called Zhiyu to him and gently told him: "An'er, when we arrive at the Jinluan Palace in a while, daddy will announce you as the crown prince."

"When the time comes, if someone comes out and hits the wall, don't be afraid."

"No matter what they say, don't take it to heart, just stand quietly next to daddy."