Transmigrated into a Qing Dynasty concubine and asked the system to help me raise my children

On the day of the little prince's full moon, Shen Jiang tidied her appearance and personally carried the little prince to Jingren Palace.

The inside of Jingren Palace was warmer than other palaces. The floor was covered with soft velvet carpets, and the incense in the large cloisonné incense burner was like a spring garden.

Tong Jia leaned lazily on the chair, looking down at Shen Jiang who was kneeling below.

"Your servant pays respects to the Imperial Concubine. May the Imperial Concubine be blessed with good health."

Tong Jia smiled softly and said, "Get up soon. You just came out of confinement. How are you? Hey, I see that your figure has recovered quite well. You look as if you had never given birth."

Shen Jiang lowered his eyes and said, "My lady, the Imperial Concubine is making fun of you."

"This is not a joke, this is envy." Tong Jia smiled, "Bring the child here!"

Shen Jiang walked up to her holding the little prince in her arms, and the palace maid beside Concubine Tong took the child over.

Yes, Tong Jia was a noble concubine, how could she possibly hold the child herself?

Shen Jiang knelt at Tong Jia's feet, looked at her with bright eyes, and said in a sad voice: "Please, my lady, take good care of the little prince."

Tong Jia looked into her eyes uncontrollably, and felt as if something was pulling her from the depths of her eyes. She was startled and said, "Don't worry, I won't treat the little prince badly. Okay, go back!"

Shen Jiang kowtowed, looked at the sleeping little prince again, and then left cruelly.

Tong Jia held Songge's hand and walked to the kang, saying, "Let's take the little prince to rest first!" After the wet nurses and the others had left, she talked about Wu Ya, whom she had just met. "I didn't expect her to recover so quickly."

Songge said hurriedly, "No! It's just that you wear too many clothes and your flesh is hidden by the clothes."

Tong Jia covered her mouth and smiled, but she felt a little sour in her heart. She snorted coldly, "The emperor actually agreed to let her send the child here in person. She's just a little princess. How can she leave the palace at will without the mistress accompanying her?"

Songge persuaded her: "The emperor is just thinking about her because she just gave birth to a prince. No matter what, the little prince was brought to the master."

Tong Jia smiled and said, "Yes, how can a little princess be qualified to raise an heir? Not to mention that she is not the main concubine, even if she is a concubine, a person of bannerman origin is not qualified to raise an heir."

She was hinting at something. The favored bondservant is Concubine Yi!

The emperor is determined to wait for Nianhulu for a year, and Concubine Yi will not be pregnant for the time being. However, given the emperor's love for Concubine Yi, in a few months after the first anniversary of the queen's death, Concubine Yi will definitely be favored, and the child she gives birth to at that time will still be raised by herself.

The emperor favored his servants a lot, but no matter how much he favored them, they could not surpass the Manchus of noble birth.

Tong Jia was weak and got tired after sitting for a while, so she went to bed early at night.

Tonight, Tong Jia seemed to sleep more deeply than usual and fell asleep quickly, but why was this dream so real?

She dreamed that since she raised the little prince, her health had deteriorated. The emperor invited various doctors to see her, but none of them could help. Finally, she invited a shaman lady, who told her, "Your fate does not allow you to raise someone else's child. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to have children yourself, but it will also affect your life span."

Tong Jia naturally didn't believe it, but just as the shaman's wife said, her illness became more and more serious, and finally she died.

When Tong Jia woke up, it was already daybreak outside. The scene in her dream was too real, even the details were clear, which made her feel very ominous.

"Master, are you in a nightmare? You're sweating all over." Songge wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, his eyes full of worry.

Tong Jia took a few breaths but did not tell anyone about her dream. If she became suspicious based on a dream alone, telling it out would only make people laugh at her.

"I'm fine, Songge, let the nurse bring the little prince here."

The wet nurse brought the little prince over, and Tong Jia asked about his condition, including how many times he had eaten milk and urinated that night.

The wet nurse answered one by one, and Tong Jia asked her to come closer. The little prince was awake at this time. Tong Jia went over and saw that the little prince was staring at her!

She smiled gently and reached out to touch the little prince's face, but she saw that the little prince suddenly turned into a dragon and swallowed her in one bite.

"Ah——" Tong Jia screamed in fear.

Everyone was frightened by her, and the little prince started crying.

"Master, master, are you okay?" Songge held Tong Jia's hand tightly.

Tong Jia was still in shock. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the little prince again. There was no dragon at all. He was just an ordinary baby!

She was soaked in cold sweat, and she became completely ill from shock and fear.

"Is Concubine Tong sick?" Shen Jiang asked indifferently.

Grape said: "Yes, the seven concubines in the harem have gone to serve the sick."

"Do you know what the disease is?"

"How would I know? Concubine Tong's health is not good and she is always taking medicine!"

Shen Jiang nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

System: "What kind of dream did you implant in her? She is so vulnerable to shock, will she be scared to death?"

Shen Jiang was helpless: "Not really!"

The system laughed. To it, life or death was none of its business, as long as the child was returned.

"Will she return the child after being scared like this?" asked the system.

Shen Jiang: "Even if she doesn't want to raise a child, she won't give the child to me because my rank is too low."

The system was anxious again: "What should we do then!"

Shen Jiang sighed: "Let's take it one step at a time!"

System: "Then let Kangxi make an exception and make you a concubine! You will be qualified to be the main lady, right?"

Shen Jiang smiled bitterly: "The palace has already made a special case for Concubine Yi, and the emperor will not make another exception."

In such an environment, sometimes people cannot fight against their lives.

In Jingren Palace, Concubine Tong had always been weak, so she naturally needed constant medicine for this illness. During her illness, she had the same dream every night. Yes, it was that dream!

"Take the little prince away!" Tong Jia finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried while grabbing Songge's hand.

Songge looked at her anxiously. It was the Emperor's wish that the Imperial Concubine raise the little prince. How could he just take him away like that?

When Kangxi came to see Tong Jia again, she was already extremely haggard. She hugged Kangxi and begged, "I can't raise someone else's child. Take this child away! Any of Concubine An, Concubine Duan, or Concubine Jing can raise the child!"

"What's going on?" Kangxi frowned.

Tong Jia was no longer able to speak a complete sentence. Kangxi looked at Songge, who had to tell the truth: "Ever since the young prince came, the imperial concubine has had nightmares every night. On that day, she had a seizure and saw the young prince transformed into a giant dragon... and ate the imperial concubine."

"How dare you!" Kangxi shouted, scaring everyone in the room to kneel down.

Kangxi narrowed his eyes, looked around, and finally looked at Tong Jia, who was almost crying to death.

He finally couldn't bear it and said, "The imperial concubine is worried during her illness. You must not take the dream seriously."

Tong Jia shook her head: "Cousin, even if I beg you, just take the little prince away!"

She was the one who insisted on raising the little prince in the first place, and she is also the one who refuses to do so now.

Kangxi lost his temper and turned to look at the little prince. After looking at him, he saw that he was just a chubby baby!

"Send the child to..." Kangxi paused for a long time. The concubines all said no, then the Grand Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager, and finally decided. "Take the child to the Qianqing Palace first!"