The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

Returning to her side hall, Meng Wenlan couldn't control herself and burst into tears.

She actually became a concubine, and she became a concubine for no apparent reason.

She, the legitimate daughter of a minister, could only be a concubine, and Meng Wenyao was actually the head wife?

Thinking of Meng Wenyao, she suddenly remembered that Meng Wenyao had said during the day that if she begged her, she would know how to be the fourth prince's concubine.

"Someone is coming."

The weather was so cold now that the shameless palace maid had gone to bed long ago, and only an old nun came in to answer.

"Where do King Chu and Princess Chu live?"

The old grandma was not very old and her ears were not working properly. She stretched her head and asked again: "Who did Miss Meng talk about?"

"Where do the sixth prince and his concubine live?"

Hearing Meng Wenlan's cold voice, the old lady slowly straightened up and replied: "The Sixth Prince lives in Chengming Hall, Miss, do you want to go over? I see it's snowing again outside, why don't you go over tomorrow?" In case it’s dark and the road is slippery and freezing, the imperial concubine and the fourth prince should worry about you.”

"Does the Fourth Prince really worry about me? I haven't seen him all day." Meng Wenlan said aggrievedly.

"The fourth prince must care about Miss Meng. Although he does not want to marry you and become his concubine, he has brought you into the palace early before he has married you. Isn't this his purpose of cultivating a relationship with you? Today is the New Year's Day One, the fourth prince wants to pay New Year greetings to the prince of the clan, so I’m afraid he won’t have time to come over. Maybe you can see him early tomorrow morning when he pays his respects to the noble concubine.”

This was the first time that Meng Wenlan heard people in Hanguang Palace say that she was not the official wife. Even though Meng Wenyao had told her, she still felt like she was struck by thunder.

Why can't she be a real wife? Didn't she clearly agree?

"Do you know who the fourth prince will marry as his concubine?"

"This servant doesn't know, but I heard that the emperor is going to appoint the fourth prince as the prince, and choose a capable in-law family for the fourth prince. Didn't you see that at the New Year's Eve banquet, the imperial concubine rewarded several daughters of the military princes' families, and most of them were from the prince's family. Pick inside.”

"My servant also heard that after the fifteenth day of the dynasty, the ministers will ask the fourth prince to be crown prince. Maybe the noble concubine and the emperor will choose the daughter of whose family contributes more."

"Look at your old slave's mouth. He even dares to discuss government affairs. Miss Meng, please don't tell the imperial concubine."

After realizing it, the old grandma became afraid and kept begging Meng Wenlan not to talk nonsense.

Meng Wenlan's mind was filled with the matter of establishing the crown prince, and she said impatiently: "I won't talk nonsense, you can go down."

Now that he knew that the emperor was going to make the fourth prince a crown prince, and courtiers would ask for him when the court started, Meng Wenlan could easily think of why he should let others take advantage of such an opportunity to curry favor with the fourth prince.

She wanted to contact her family as soon as possible, and wait for the court meeting on the 16th of the first lunar month to have the Hu family and the Meng family submit a letter to establish the crown prince. By then, she would be a major contributor to the establishment of the crown prince, and maybe the head wife could still fall on her head.

Even if it doesn't work out in the end, at least the fourth prince will remember her kindness and won't treat her badly in the future.

Early the next morning, Meng Wenlan wrote a sincere letter and asked the old woman to take her out of the palace. Within half an hour, the letter was delivered to Li Heng.

Opening the letter, he read it carefully. After confirming that Meng Wenlan's expression was clear, Li Heng handed the letter to a young eunuch: "Send it away."

Things went smoothly beyond imagination. Li Heng was looking forward to the grand occasion of the first court meeting of the new year. He looked at the disappearing figure of the little eunuch and tugged a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Meng Wenyao, who was roasting sweet potatoes next door, turned to look at Li Heng who was staring at the window in a daze, and asked loudly: "Your Highness, the sweet potatoes are ready, do you want me to peel one for you?"

"Put it there, don't move."

Li Heng walked quickly to Meng Wenyao, picked up a sweet potato, peeled it, and said dotingly: "It's hot, don't touch it."

The two of them happily ate roasted sweet potatoes. Seeing that Meng Wenyao was in good spirits, Li Heng asked, "How is your father's relationship with the Hu family on weekdays? Are they on the same page in the court?"

"It doesn't seem to be good. I heard that my grandfather was still alive at the time, and he owed the Hu family a favor, so he had to marry the eldest lady. Over the years, every time the Hu family came to my father about something, he mostly ignored it. Is there anything wrong? "

From this point of view, Meng Wenlan's letters and Meng Shangshu should not be presented together with the Hu family. As long as the Meng family is not involved, Li Heng will be relieved.

Seeing that Meng Wenyao's mouth was full of delicious food, he stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of her mouth and said with a smile: "It's okay. Do you still want to eat? I'll peel another one for you."

Before Meng Wenyao could answer, he had already started to pick up the second sweet potato.

When Mrs. Hu in the Meng Mansion got Meng Wenlan's letter, her heart was pounding. She knew that as long as the imperial edict of marriage had not been issued, things would turn around.

She immediately took the letter to Meng Shangshu. After Meng Shangshu read the letter, Hu pleaded: "Master, as long as you come together to invite the crown prince on the 16th day of the first lunar month, the imperial concubine and the fourth prince will definitely know. I will make Lan'er the royal concubine."

Seeing that Meng Shangshu was hesitant, Mrs. Hu continued: "Even if you don't submit a letter, there are so many courtiers in the capital and those nobles with military merits. If they ask for it first, the four princes and concubines will not know who will fall. It’s on my head, Master, why don’t you just let the abbot do it?”

Meng Shangshu can sit in the position of Shangshu and is not easy to incite. He calmly said: "You let me think about it."

Mrs. Hu knew Meng Shangshu's temper, and it was useless to press him. She didn't care that it was already night, and quickly asked someone to hitch a car to Hu's house.

Meng Shangshu couldn't think about it for a moment before he felt that the matter was not feasible.

The emperor has not established a prince for many years, which clearly shows that he has no intention of establishing a prince. If he had, one of the emperor's confidants would be the first to minister.

If he listens to rumors and follows the rumors, if he makes a mistake, he will be in catastrophe.

Moreover, he is still the father-in-law of the sixth prince, and his status is sensitive, so he cannot act rashly.

Taking advantage of the Chinese New Year, Meng Shangshu found an opportunity to visit Mr. Du.

"Sir, I have heard that the courtiers have been in contact with each other recently, saying that they want to ask the fourth prince to be crown prince. You are a close minister of the emperor. I wonder if the emperor has the intention to establish a crown prince?"

When the leisurely Mr. Du heard this, he almost stopped holding the tea cup. What does it mean for courtiers to contact and ask for a crown prince? Has the fourth prince already formed a clique for personal gain so blatantly?

He had always been neutral in the court, but he didn't want to end up endorsing the fourth prince at the end of the year. He quickly shook his head and said: "I am old. I drank a few sips of wine after the New Year, and my ears are no longer working. What did you just say? "

"Oh, you can't hear me. I'll ask someone to get a pen and paper. You write it down and I'll read it."

How to write this down? Writing it down is evidence of a clique. Meng Shangshu was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and quickly waved his hands and said: "I'm just here to pay you New Year's greetings. There's nothing wrong with me."