Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

"Why did your majesty do this?"

Xie Chengyin shook his head. "I don't know now, but since uncle gave the tiger talisman to your brother, he must have his own intentions. I believe that in the future, your brother will be able to restore the glory of the General's Mansion."

Because it was New Year's Eve and the new emperor had ascended the throne, there was a peaceful and festive atmosphere in the Eastern Capital.

In contrast, the scene inside Jinqiu Palace was bleak.

Qiu Wenzhu has locked herself in the palace for three days. The senior palace maid Guixiang is guarding outside the door. She is very worried when she sees the meals delivered every day being returned unopened.

Today is New Year's Eve. Outside, every household is brightly lit and happy, but here, it is deserted and no one is paying attention.

However, the master had not eaten or drunk anything for several days. Guixiang was worried that the master would be upset, so she prepared to go forward and knock on the door.

After knocking twice, footsteps were heard behind her. Guixiang turned around and saw Shen Furong walking slowly towards her.

She knelt down and saluted, "Greetings to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Shen Furong glanced at the dark bedroom, raised her hand to let Guixiang stand up, and asked, "Is mother still unwilling to eat?"

Guixiang frowned, "No, Your Highness, please persuade the master. If he continues like this, he might hurt his body."

"I know. If you knock on the door again, just say I'm here to see her."

Guixiang nodded and walked forward to continue knocking on the door.

I don’t know if Qiu Wenzhu had heard their conversation outside the door, because this time she knocked once and then heard Qiu Wenzhu’s cold voice from inside.

"come in."

Shen Furong pushed the door open and walked in. The bedroom was pitch dark, with no lights on. She couldn't even see where her mother was.

He could only grope forward based on his intuition, while Guixiang and Yunqiang behind him walked to the sides to hold the lamps.

The lights came on, and the hall was as bright as day. Shen Furong could then see the furnishings in the room clearly, and also saw Qiu Wenzhu kneeling in front of a low table on the ground.

Qiu Wenzhu in front of him looked a little cold. Her makeup was as exquisite as usual, and her clothes were the most gorgeous. Although she was kneeling, her back was straight and her neck was held high proudly. Not only did she not look depressed at all, but she gave people a sense of dominance.

Perhaps because she was used to the darkness, the sudden light made Qiu Wenzhu squint unconsciously, and then she looked at Qiu Fuqiu who was walking towards her.

"Come and sit."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, poured two cups of tea, and placed one of them on the opposite side.

Shen Furong walked over and knelt down opposite Qiu Wenzhu, "Mother, have you been okay these past two days?"

Qiu Wenzhu said coldly: "Do you think I look bad like this?"

Shen Furong pursed her lips and looked at her mother, who looked fine in both spirit and complexion. She secretly felt sorry for the cook who had been living in fear for the past three days and was almost anxious to the point of hanging himself.

Thinking of the changes in the layout of the bedroom, he quickly changed the subject and said, "But how did your bedroom become like this? Where are your precious gold, silver and jade items?"

Qiu Wenzhu glanced at the slightly empty bedroom and said, "Now that I am no longer a concubine, it is not suitable for me to live in Jinqiu Palace. I asked someone to pack it up in advance so that I can save trouble when I move to the Concubine Palace in the West Palace."

"You want to live in the West Palace. Why? It was Second Brother who asked you to..."

Qiu Wenzhu's eyes turned cold, "Don't mention him in front of me!"

Seeing her mother's suddenly fierce expression, Shen Furong fell silent, lowered her head and looked at the teacup in front of her, and said no more.

She could probably guess why her mother was so angry when she mentioned Shen Zhaoyan.

Then Qiu Wenzhu said, "Everything I planned for you and Yi'er was taken away by him. Now that he has ascended the throne, he has given Yi'er the title of Prince Lian. Who cares? If Yang Zhao hadn't suddenly jumped out, the throne would have belonged to Yi'er!"

The fierceness in Qiu Wenzhu's eyes was like a sharp sword, piercing Shen Furong's eyes and causing pain.

She originally wanted her brother the Crown Prince to be the emperor, but the Crown Prince suddenly passed away, and the remaining two people were Shen Zhaoyan and her younger brother Shen Zhaoyi.

In terms of talent, her brother is not as good as Shen Zhaoyan, nor does he have the support of officials like Shen Zhaoyan, but her brother can at least be a benevolent monarch.

If she had not heard with her own ears that year that Shen Zhaoyan and Xiao Chengzhang conspired to kill Hua Cijing, she might have thought that Shen Zhaoyan would be a good emperor.

But how can a man who can cruelly kill his newlywed wife rule the world with benevolence?

She has been feeling guilty over the past few years. First, she failed to save Hua Cijing, and second, she did not have the courage to tell her father the truth about Hua Cijing's death in the fire.

So when something happened in the General's Mansion, her first thought was to save Hua Ci Shu at all costs. Even though this was far from what their royal family owed Hua Ci Jing, it could at least make up for it a little.

Now that Shen Zhaoyan has become the emperor, no one can compete with him anymore.

Looking at the silent Shen Furong, Qiu Wenzhu said, "Rong'er, go and persuade your brother. He has listened to you the most since he was a child. Let him fight for the throne. With us planning for him, Shen Zhaoyan won't be able to sit on the throne for long."

"Mother, how can you let Yi'er fight for it? Now that the outcome has been decided, fighting again would be treason."

"Treason? Rong'er, since ancient times, the victors are kings and the losers are bandits. The one who ascends the throne can always decide who the rebel is. As long as your brother becomes the emperor, the crime of treason will only be on him, Shen Zhaoyan."

Qiu Wenzhu could no longer listen to Shen Furong's advice. She was immersed in her own thoughts, venting all the resentment she had felt over the past three days.

"I thought Shen Zhaoyan had lost his eligibility to compete for the throne because he was imprisoned. Shen Zhaoyong was seriously ill and would not live long. When your father died, the throne would belong to Yier. Who would have thought that Shen Mo had a plan in mind and left a will."

Qiu Wenzhu shook her head. "No, that will is probably fake. Shen Mo died so suddenly, how could he have had the chance to explain his affairs? If it was decided half a year ago, why has it been kept secret? This must be Yang Zhao's doing. He was bribed by Shen Zhaoyan."

She reviewed the events of the past few days in her mind, and even slowly thought of the day at the gate of Chaofeng Palace when Shen Zhaoyan had to choose between the throne and imprisonment after Xiao Ling's death.

No wonder Shen Zhaoyan suddenly gave up the throne and chose imprisonment. It turned out that he was waiting here.

If he had chosen the throne at that time, Emperor Tianqing might not have kept him at all, and how could he have been supported by all the ministers to ascend the throne today.

Shen Furong looked at Qiu Wenzhu, who was obsessed with the throne and seemed a little crazy, and knew that it was useless to persuade her any more, but Qiu Wenzhu was her mother after all, and she could not disobey her.

"Mother, since this has already happened, let's just wait and see. If Shen Zhaoyan is unkind, then I will fight for the throne with you."

In fact, by then, they didn't need to do anything at all, and Shen Zhaoyan would have lost his throne.

Hearing her daughter's solemn promise, Qiu Wenzhu smiled deeply, "Okay, mother, just wait and see."