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

Concubine Wen knew the origin of the wound on her forehead, but she deliberately asked in surprise, "You have been unconscious for a long time, so I have been wanting to ask you. That day, I saw that you did not have this wound, so where did you get this wound?"

A Bao understood and immediately pretended to be a good daughter and covered up for the old emperor.

"Don't worry, mother. I had a bad fever that day and I accidentally bumped into it while walking."

The old emperor looked at Abao with deep eyes, and his expression seemed very satisfied.

But Concubine Wen frowned again, looking worried.

"How could you be so careless? Mother and father gave birth to you so well. A wound on your forehead would leave a scar that would be so ugly."

The old emperor coughed twice with difficulty, "I order the Imperial Medical Bureau to be more attentive and prepare the best ointment for Abao so that he won't be left with scars."

Concubine Wen smiled gently, "Your Majesty is right, it is because I am too concerned that I get confused."

Including his previous life, it had been sixty years since A Bao saw the old emperor and Concubine Wen interacting like this, a scene that was warm yet tinged with calculation.

She actually missed it a little.

With red eyes, A Bao threw himself into Concubine Wen's arms and said coquettishly, "I want to eat the plain noodles cooked by my mother. I want to marry two eggs."

Concubine Wen was suddenly hugged by her daughter, her eyes instantly became gentle, revealing the mother's love for her daughter, "Okay, let me go, I will cook for you now."

"No!" A Bao said coquettishly with a nasal voice: "Hold me for a little longer."

Concubine Wen was helpless. She reached out and gently stroked Abao's long black hair that fell on her shoulders. In silence, for some reason, she always felt that her daughter had changed a little.

But she couldn't tell what had changed about her daughter.

After a long silence, Concubine Wen felt a sore nose.

The old emperor watched this scene silently, as if thinking about something, and kept silent.

A Bao was so sick that she couldn't get out of bed, so she begged the old emperor to wait until she saw Xuanyuan Wu for the last time before ordering him to be executed.

The old emperor stared at the wound on Abao's forehead, hesitated, and agreed.

For the next two days, the East Palace closed its doors to visitors.

In order to recover as soon as possible, Abao stayed in bed and rested very seriously.

Xuanyuan Fengran could not enter the Eastern Palace, but Xie Wuai was very much liked by Concubine Wen, so entering and leaving the Eastern Palace was like entering and leaving the back garden of their Marquis Xie's Mansion.

Abao’s three meals a day are all medicinal meals, cooked by Concubine Wen herself.

Xie Wuai particularly liked the soup cooked by Concubine Wen, so he ran to the East Palace three times a day to search for the soup, and brought some interesting news to Abao by the way.

That day, Abao was leaning on the couch reading a book.

While waiting for lunch, Xie Wuai ate melon seeds and said mysteriously, "One bad news and one good news. Which one do you want to hear first, sister?"

Po had a bad feeling, "Bad news."

Xie Wuai patted off the melon seed shells on his hands and sighed sadly: "His Majesty has given Gu Qijue a secret order to poison King Wu tomorrow."

"To the outside world, we will only say that someone is impersonating King Wu and is plotting something illegal and disrupting the government. We will never admit that the person imprisoned in the West Prison Water Prison is Xuanyuan Wu."

Abao had already anticipated such an outcome.

The longest period the old emperor allowed Xuanyuan Wu to come back to life was three days.

Because she begged with a wound on her forehead, she was barely given a two-day extension. Tomorrow would be the limit.

Even if Po didn't accept it, he was powerless to change it and could only change the subject.

"So, what's the good news?"

When this was mentioned, Xie Wuai became very interested, "It's Li Si!"

Xie Wuai has been busy dealing with the mess in Baiyujing recently, and only just now did he remember to inquire about Li Si's news when he had some free time.

But unexpectedly, Li Siqiang’s crime of abducting a woman was not tried in the imperial capital.

"I clearly threw Li Si to the imperial government office that day, but I don't know who actually hanged Li Si in front of the gate of the Li Mansion that night."

Po was puzzled, "How is this good news?"

After a pause, A Bao reluctantly guessed: "Could it be that Li Si was hanged?"

Xie Wuai rubbed his hands, and his handsome face was grinning foolishly, "Royal sister, you are too kind. Li Si is in such a bad condition now! He would rather die than live!"

Po was confused.

Just at this moment, Hongxiu came in through the curtain, holding a bowl of medicine.