Quick Wear of Pregnant and Soft Beauty

"Mr. Lang, the imperial concubine must have refused to come back because of me. Why don't you let me go and apologize to her." Xu He sat in front of the table, his eyes empty and unfocused, and he put his hand on Zhou Yuanan's arm.

"No, Xiaohe, you don't have to speak for her. I have made up my mind. Since she won't come back, I will write a letter of departure and have it sent to her later."

Xu He laughed in his heart, but there was worry on his face. "Wouldn't this be bad? After all, she did so much for you."

The initial hesitation in Zhou Yuanan's heart became firm when he saw the woman's dim eyes. "Xiaohe, you always think about others. You even hurt your eyes to save me."

"Don't worry, after she signs the divorce letter, I will go into the palace and tell the Queen Mother that I want you to be the Crown Princess. You don't have to worry anymore."

Xu He was waiting for his words, and immediately said with red eyes, "Mr. Lang, it doesn't really matter. I know your thoughts. I will be yours in this life, and your ghost in death."

Zhou Yuanan ignored the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, hugged Xu He and patted her shoulder.

After he finished writing and left the book in the study, he didn't know why he didn't write his name for a long time.

Until the servant's voice came from outside, "Your Majesty, the carriage is ready."

Zhou Yuanan came back to his senses, no longer thought about it, and put pen to paper on the rice paper.

"Give it to the steward and deliver it to Zhao Mansion personally."

The boy looked embarrassed and reminded: "Your Majesty, I forgot, the steward was beaten in bed yesterday and couldn't get up."

Zhou Yuanan remembered that the steward came back half-dead and said that Zhao Yin didn't bother to stay in Prince Zhou's mansion.

He also asked him to pick her up in person, otherwise she would not come back.

Zhou Yuanan thought, something that doesn't know whether to live or die. Now that the Zhao family is about to face a catastrophe, it is really shameless for me to kindly ask someone to take her back.

Since she wants to leave, why not help her.

"Mr. Lang, you have been working hard recently, so I asked someone to prepare soup to nourish the body." Xu He came over supported by the maid.

The maid answered, "Your Majesty, this is made by the people guarding the kitchen specially made by Madam Side."

Zhou Yuanan was moved, "Xiao He, you are weak, so don't worry about such small things."

Xu He had a smile on his lips and said in a warm voice: "Why is the prince's matter such a trivial matter?"

Zhou Yuanan raised his hand to pick up the bowl and took a sip, "The letter to Li is written. Now I will personally deliver it to the Zhao Mansion for Zhao Yin to sign. Xiaohe, you can rest assured and wait for my good news in the mansion."

Xu He still smiled, "Okay, I'm waiting for you to come back at my house."

Zhou Yuanan rode a carriage all the way to the Zhao Mansion. The concierge of the Zhao Mansion recognized him and immediately asked someone to go in and report.

Because of Taifu Zhao's incident, the two Zhao brothers have not been to school for many days. Now they are thinking about how to find connections to find out the news about Taifu Zhao in prison.

It's a pity that no matter what methods they use, they still can't find any useful information.

"Miss! Prince Zhou is here." Zhao Yin answered unhurriedly while holding the decoction, her face extremely calm. "Mom, there are three more."

Mrs. Zhao glanced at her. Even though she knew what Zhao Yin was thinking, she was still a little unsure.

"Don't you want to go out and take a look?"

Zhao Yin smiled, "Don't worry, let him wait for a while."

After Zhou Yuanan drank three cups of tea, Zhao Yin appeared slowly, fanning himself.

The green round fan, held by those slender white hands, inexplicably looks like a work of art. The woman was wearing a crimson dress. The color that should have been very gaudy on her body was suppressed by her stunning face.

It's just that his face is really pale, and his body seems to be in bad shape.

Zhou Yuanan thought that she must be thinking of him in Zhao's mansion.

Now the Zhao Mansion is just at the end of its crossbow. As long as Shen Lanzhou finds out and gives an order, the Zhao Mansion will collapse.

When the time comes, even if Zhao Yin, who has divorced her, will not be punished, where can she, a weak and pampered woman, go? What can you do for a living?

"Zhao Yin, I am not a cruel person. If you agree to give up your position as Crown Princess, there will still be a place for you in Prince Zhou's Mansion."

Zhao Yin found it ridiculous and stretched out her hand. "Did He Lishu bring it? If not, I'll have someone bring paper and pen on the spot."

Zhou Yuanan's chest felt tight and he was a little angry. "Zhao Yin, don't be ignorant."

Zhao Yin said sarcastically: "What? The prince suddenly found that he couldn't bear to leave me?"

Snapped! Zhou Yuanan took out Heli Shu and placed it on the table.

Zhao Yin picked up the He Li Shu and told Yin Rui to get a pen. The next second, one was handed over from behind. It turned out that Zhao Gaozhan was standing behind the screen at some point.

Not only him, but also Zhao Gaowu and Mrs. Zhao.

Zhao Yin held the pen with an indescribable emotion in her heart. She understood that they were worried about her.

Zhao Gaowu saw that she had not finished writing yet and thought she regretted it. Just as he was about to speak, his hand was grabbed by Mrs. Zhao and he shook his head silently.

Zhao Gaowu had no choice but to close his mouth.

Zhao Yin suddenly raised his eyes, raised his snow-white neck, and his clear eyes fell on Zhou Yuanan like a sharp sword.

"Zhou Yuan'an, do you still remember that when you were seven years old, you fell from the tree to help me pick fruit. I stayed at your bedside all night. I spent every birthday with you in the future."

"When you were nine years old, your mother passed away. You cried and hugged me and said that you had no mother. I said that from now on, my mother would be your mother."

"When you were eleven years old, in order to save money to buy my favorite night pearl, you wrote homework for others for more than half a year."

"When I was thirteen, someone teased me. You rushed up to me, but someone broke your arm and carried me back."

"At the age of fifteen, you want to follow King Zhou to the battlefield, and you want me to wait for you in the capital when you come back to be King Zhou's concubine."

Zhao Yin's voice slowly recounted the past events one by one. "Zhou Yuanan, I have tried my best to express this relationship, and I have no regrets for you."

"Since this is what you asked for." She raised her wrist and wrote her name in a few strokes without hesitation.

"Then as you wish."

Zhou Yuanan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented pain in his chest.