If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

"The issue of appointing a crown prince has troubled His Majesty in recent days, and his illness has not improved." Zhou Ninghai respectfully reported the situation in the palace to Concubine Hua.

Since the Queen returned to the palace, Concubine Hua has been going to the Yangxin Palace less and less frequently, and even less frequently after the Emperor woke up. Recently, she even stopped going to the Yangxin Palace on the grounds of illness.

"The emperor is most concerned about government affairs. Let Su Peisheng deliver the memorial to the emperor. He will definitely read it." Concubine Hua narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a light tone. She knew that the emperor had a strong desire to control power and would not easily give up government affairs even if he was unwell.

"The emperor hates power falling into the hands of others, and he will definitely read the memorials sent to him. But now he is not as healthy as before, and he can't read memorials for six or seven hours a day like before." Zhou Ninghai shook his head helplessly and sighed. The emperor used to be full of energy, but now he is in poor health and can no longer bear the pressure of handling government affairs for a long time.

"It's okay," said Concubine Hua nonchalantly. The poison this time has already destroyed the emperor's foundation. Concubine Hua remembered that the emperor believed in immortality recently. "I heard that the emperor believed in immortality recently?"

"Yes, emperors in ancient times mostly sought immortality, and our emperor is no exception. It's just that the emperor doesn't know where to find real Taoist practitioners at the moment." Although Zhou Ninghai couldn't help but complain in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything disrespectful.

"Then let's find a reliable Taoist priest for the emperor!"

Inside Jingren Palace.

The issue of establishing a crown prince caused great controversy in both the imperial court and the harem. Even the Fourth Prince could not suppress his inner anxiety and hurried to the Queen's bedroom, hoping to get some guidance from her: "Madam, your son..."

However, the Queen seemed to have already seen through the Fourth Prince's intentions, and before he could finish, she said, "I understand what you want to say, but there is no need to be anxious. Your Royal Father has already made up his mind." For the Queen, she did not care which prince ascended the throne.

"But Empress Dowager, I am really unsure! Empress Dowager, my third brother is older than me. Will he be made the crown prince?" Compared to the Fourth Prince in his previous life, he has experienced fewer setbacks in this life, and his personality is more impatient, making it difficult for him to remain calm.

"The Third Prince has mediocre qualifications and lacks the support of his mother's family. Your Royal Father will never choose him as the Crown Prince. Don't be silly, just go back to the palace and study hard." The Queen comforted the Fourth Prince perfunctorily, while sighing secretly in her heart.

Based on her understanding of the emperor, it is highly likely that the emperor will not appoint a crown prince this time. At present, the most suitable candidate is the fourth prince, but the sixth and seventh princes are still young, and the emperor is in his prime, so he will definitely wait until the two princes grow up before considering the matter of appointing a crown prince.

"Yes, Empress Dowager." The Queen did not get the answer that the Fourth Prince wanted, and he was a little disappointed. He wondered if the Queen did not want to support him. What should he do?

The Fourth Prince was very disappointed. The Queen's words did not comfort him. He was still very worried, but he still obediently returned to study. He sat there for the whole morning and could not calm down, so he wanted to go out for a walk.

The Imperial Garden in autumn is not as colorful as in summer, but it has a quiet beauty. The once gorgeous flowers gradually wither, leaving only some remnants of red to tell the past brilliance in the autumn wind. The leaves are dyed with golden and fiery red colors, like a painting carefully painted by nature. The autumn wind blows gently, and the fallen leaves fall down, like dancing elves, covering the ground with a gorgeous carpet.

Walking in the Imperial Garden, feeling the unique atmosphere of autumn, a faint sense of melancholy and emotion welled up in my heart. As time passed and the seasons changed, this ancient Imperial Garden witnessed countless ups and downs, honors and disgraces, and in this autumn, it showed the precipitation of years and the reincarnation of life in a different way.