After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

After all the palace maids had left, the room became dead silent.

The three of them were alone, and there was a hint of confrontation between them.

After a long time, it was Concubine Li Jia who broke the deadlock with a triumphant sneer.

"Who would have thought that the Imperial Concubine has both a son and a daughter, and she has a lot of good cards in her hand."

"As a result, His Majesty Wu Wangcheng abandoned his son, separated his head and body, and his bones were crushed and scattered. Not even his name can be engraved on his tombstone. His only remaining daughter will now be deposed."

Seeing that Concubine Wen's face changed in pain, Concubine Li Jia was even more arrogant: "The Queen Mother's position is about to be shattered, the Concubine is so pitiful!"

Princess Huimin, who could no longer bear it, stood up suddenly! She raised her hand and splashed the boiling hot medicine soup all over Li Jiafei's face, "Whose mouth is so stinky and dirty? It's disgusting!"

Following this cold scolding! Concubine Li Jia was furious!

"How dare you disrespect me?!"

Having enjoyed the honor of being the same as the vice queen for more than half a year, she was so angry that she subconsciously raised her hand, but was slapped hard by the eldest princess instead.

Concubine Li Jia, who was humiliated again, was suddenly stunned!

Now, in this palace, there is someone who is more powerful than me? !

Concubine Li Jia's radiant face was filled with fierce anger as she cursed, "I am the biological mother of your Majesty's only prince! Are you seeking death, Princess?!"

Unexpectedly, Princess Huimin sneered coldly: "It's just death anyway."

"But my husband and son both command heavy troops and are thousands of miles away."

"Once I'm dead, they'll have nothing to worry about."

"As the wife of the Marquis and the mother of Wu Hai, they will definitely seek revenge." Princess Huimin asked sternly, "Are you not worried at all, Concubine Jia? If chaos breaks out in Western Xinjiang, will your Sixth Prince, who can't even speak clearly, be able to sit firmly on the throne of the Taiji Palace?"

Concubine Li Jia was brought back to her senses by Princess Huimin's words.

At this moment, she stared at her old enemy, but she saw her old enemy clearly and clearly - the 200,000 brave Zhenxi Army behind Princess Huimin.

After coming back to her senses, Concubine Li Jia endured it again and again with hatred.

There is a long way to go! Everything just waits for the morning court tomorrow, when the old emperor issues his edict! Princess Diyang will be deposed, and her Xier will ascend the throne. By then, she will be the Empress Dowager of Daqi, and she will find any excuse to give back to Concubine Wen and Princess Huimin a hundred times the slap! !

Concubine Li Jia, who came to demonstrate, suppressed her anger and shame and left angrily.

After a while, the Guanju Palace started burning moxa again, and the air was filled with medicinal mist.

Concubine Wen clutched her handkerchief and coughed so hard that she actually coughed up blood.

Princess Huimin, who had just forced Consort Li Jia to retreat with a few words, saw this and poured out the pills with trembling hands: "Why is this medicine of Elder Zhang not working yet?"

"Don't worry, it's an old problem." Concubine Wen comforted him, looking thoughtfully at the falling snow outside the window, and murmured softly: "It's just that this winter is particularly hard to endure."

Upon hearing this, Princess Huimin looked specifically at the Buddhist beads bracelet that Concubine Wen was tightly holding.

Eighteen Buddhist beads, carved with the entire Chinese Proverbs Sutra.

It's not just his carving skills that are profound, but his dedication is also extremely pious.

While pondering silently, Princess Huimin recalled that over the years, every time around Abao's birthday, Concubine Wen would take out the Buddhist beads bracelet and recite the sutra three hundred times.

I wish Abao good health and good luck.

I sincerely hope that Abao can leave this imperial city full of bones and blood as soon as possible.

The universe is vast and free as the wind.

But this winter is different.

But if we were to calculate, when did it start to be different? The princess hesitated. It seemed that some time ago, the old emperor mentioned the Peach Blossom Valley in the northern border three years ago.

As luck would have it, news of war broke out in the western border, and overnight, Concubine Wen's old illness became more serious.

Princess Huimin, who was doubtful, couldn't help but take another look at the Buddhist beads bracelet.

At this time, Aunt Rong handed over a new cup of hot medicine.

Princess Huimin, who started feeding the medicine again, collected her thoughts and said seriously: "Li Jiafei is so arrogant, I think she is determined to get the throne."

The sickly but not weak Concubine Wen suppressed her cough and twisted her Buddhist beads while saying seriously, "Concubine Li Jia went to the Yongle Palace to see His Majesty, and then went to the Western Prison."

"This matter must be reported to Lantai, so that person can know."

"No matter what, this play must go on."

"At least we have to hold on until Po comes home..."

"I've already given the order." Thinking of Lantai, Princess Huimin sighed, "The entire Yan family was destroyed back then. Who could have expected that the ruthless emperor brother would let that young man go."

Hearing this, Concubine Wen swallowed the bitter pill and said calmly: "Your Majesty's thoughts and actions always have their reasons." I hope it's not another chess piece.

However, the sweet and fishy taste that surged in her throat made Concubine Wen miss her daughter even more.

"There's Mengjia Island and Futu Mountain. She's been out in the wind and rain for the past six months. She must have been injured or sick. Abao must have kept it from me." After she finished speaking, there was a long silence. Concubine Wen murmured, "My daughter Abao, when will she be able to come home..."

An hour later, at Lantai Palace.

Light gauze dances in the air between the carved railings and jade-built Zhuyun Tower.

Madam Yunsang, the former concubine Yan, who was standing there, was still stunningly beautiful.

The crimson mist brocade, the only one in Daqi, made Madam Yunsang's skin look even whiter than the falling snow outside the railings, exuding an alluring charm.

Holding a pot of wine in hand, he leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.

Madam Yunsang sneered and said, "It is said that when the night lily blooms, the Holy Lord will arrive. Now the night lily in Lantai has indeed bloomed, but I don't know for whom it will come true."

After saying this, Madam Yunsang smiled sharply and looked at the young man in white robe beside her.

"They are all fighting, but the eldest son is looking for me to join forces? I am really happy and surprised."

"Madam, you helped me get the Seven-Star Blood Thorn, so of course I have to return the favor." The young man in white robe stroked the red bean necklace on his wrist, looking into the distance with cold eyes.

——The majestic golden roof of the Taiji Hall.

The night was dark, and the great flags on the Golden Summit fluttered in the wind and snow.

And Madam Yunsang's smile turned cold.

Facing the vast snow and wind, she raised her hand and poured out the wine in the pot.