The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Lu Jiuqing carefully put the painting away and placed it beside his pillow. He would take it out and look at it every day.

After this incident was reported back to the capital, Mo Xiao seemed to have found a way to communicate with Lu Jiuqing. The letters were still sent, but in addition to the letters, they always came with a painting, which without exception showed the various forms of the little prince.

As expected, the letter still went into the brazier, but the paintings were kept by Lu Jiuqing.

After all, it was her youngest son in the painting, and Chen Yuan could occasionally be seen in the painting. She was reluctant to throw it away or burn it.

Years ago, Lu Jiuqing received another letter and painting from the capital. He threw the letter into the fire without hesitation and opened the painting to look at it.

However, there is not only Mo Chengning on the painting, but also an inscription written by Mo Xiao: There is another hidden story about what happened back then.

Mo Xiao did not dare to say too much, so he could only test Lu Jiuqing's attitude bit by bit, and try to explain to her what happened back then in a way that would not irritate her.

Mo Xiao did not dare to finish speaking in one breath. He was afraid that Lu Jiuqing would not be able to accept it for a while, and he was even more afraid that Lu Jiuqing would choose not to read it and throw it away after seeing so many words.

Therefore, Mo Xiao only wrote one sentence on the painting, thinking of slowly explaining it in such a long and steady way.

Lu Jiuqing's eyes fell on that line of words and he was silent for a long time.

Any other secrets? What kind of hidden secret allowed him to cruelly attack his own child?

Even if there is a hidden secret, couldn't he tell him the matter and then the two of them discuss what to do? But he didn't give himself any chance at all and directly sentenced his child to death.

Lu Jiuqing expressionlessly took the scissors from the side, cut out the line of words from the painting, raised his hand and threw it into the fire next to him.

The secret guard who saw everything in his eyes said: "..."

He felt a little sorry for His Majesty.

Lu Jiuqing picked up the painting and entered the room without looking at the expressions of everyone present.

The secret guard and Mr. Mu looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, feeling that their Majesty had a long way to go.

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As the New Year passes, the weather gradually warms up, and many people here in Jiangnan have already put on spring clothes.

However, Lu Jiuqing was still afraid of the cold. The charcoal fire in the room was still lit, and he was wrapped in a thick winter coat.

There is no way, her body is too short.

In spring, there is more sunshine, and Lu Jiuqing is willing to go out for a walk wrapped in thick clothes. He seems to be much more energetic than in winter.

On this day, Lu Jiuqing was sitting with Liu Ma in the shop when a conversation suddenly came to his ears.

"Have you heard that His Majesty is going to choose a concubine?"

"Your Majesty has been on the throne for more than a year, and there is not even a woman in the harem. It's time to choose a concubine."

"Speaking of which, although our Majesty doesn't have a concubine by his side, the eldest son of the Emperor is already one year old. I don't know what kind of woman is so lucky to give birth to the eldest son of the Emperor."

"Blessed? If you are really blessed, then the whole court will not keep secrets about this woman. In such a long time, have you ever heard about the birth mother of the eldest son of the emperor? Think about it, she must be a woman with a bad background, who was born by luck. It’s just a prince.”

……

People around were talking a lot. At first, the topic revolved around the emperor's selection of concubines, but later it somehow got involved in the mysterious biological mother of the emperor's eldest son.

Everyone has different opinions on her identity, some good and some bad, but they all agree on one thing: she was afraid that she would not be recognized by the emperor.