The Regent's Tender Darling

The carriage finally stopped at the door of Princess Anguo's mansion, but the people inside the carriage had no intention of getting off the carriage.

"Your Majesty?" Wang Ying asked tentatively from outside because he had been waiting for a long time.

Yan Xuan sat in the carriage, twirling the dragon and phoenix jade pendant repeatedly in his hand.

There is something different about this jade pendant, not because of how transparent the texture is, nor how good the carving is, but because this jade pendant was originally a phoenix with a severed head.

Today's phoenix head continues on the side and extends to the back.

When it first came into his hands, it was just a piece of phoenix pendant, and he had someone carve the dragon on the back.

This jade pendant was originally a personal belonging of the father, and was later given to him. I heard from the father that there is also a dragon pendant, which is in the hands of the father's most beloved person.

His father once said to him with sad eyes: Two jade pendants can no longer be together.

When his sister got married, he felt that the quality of this jade pendant was rare in the world, so he had a dragon carved on the back and given to her as a gift.

Maybe he was wrong from the start.

Such an ominous thing should not be in sister's hands.

"Your Majesty?"

Hearing Wang Ying's call again, he put the jade pendant into his arms, and his frown returned to normal.

When getting off the carriage, Grandma Ye happened to come out of the gate.

When Prince An arrived at the gate of the Princess Mansion, someone hurried in to report to Nanny Ye. However, no one came in for a long time, so Nanny Ye had to come and see it in person.

I saw King An, dressed in Tianshui clothes, slowly getting out of the carriage. His whole figure was like the gentle spring breeze blowing the green willow tops, which made people feel relieved of their myriad worries.

Such a good son, but why... he ended up in this situation.

Grandma Ye couldn't help but feel regretful when she thought of this, and she felt even more distressed.

She watched the prince grow up. The prince was very talented since he was a child, and except for martial arts, he could do everything better than his peers.

When the prince was young, he traveled to the south of the Yangtze River with the late emperor incognito. This was a unique blessing that no other prince had.

The late emperor valued the prince, and even the prince was the first candidate to establish the crown prince. Unfortunately, he was not the legitimate son after all, and was overtaken by the son of the late empress who died young and is now the queen mother's sister.

But his life was short-lived and he was assassinated in the East Palace.

Almost few of the late emperor's princes met a good end.

Seeing the prince get out of the car, she greeted him with a smile: "The prince is here, the wind is very strong today, why are you dressed so poorly..."

Before the words could be spoken, he saw the white cloth wrapped around Wang An's right hand, and he could faintly see the blood seeping out of his palm!

"Your Majesty! What are you..."

King An put his hands into his sleeves and robe, with a gentle face and a smile in his eyes, and said: "I wanted to practice swordsmanship, but I accidentally cut my hand with a sword."

Then he continued to comfort Nanny Ye, who looked worried: "This little injury is okay."

Wang Ying listened with displeasure. How could this be a minor injury? How can you see the bones with a small injury?

When he was giving the medicine to the prince, the prince seemed to feel no pain and remained silent. His biggest reaction was just a slight frown.

"Ouch! Your Majesty! What did you say you did with that knife when you had nothing to do?" Grandma Ye was in a hurry, and what she said was somewhat over the line.

The prince is a man, and he has nothing to do with swords and guns, so he changed his mind: "Swords have no eyes. The prince must be careful in the future and don't hurt yourself again."

Yan Xuan nodded slightly and said gently: "I know, thank you very much for your concern."

This sentence really warmed Grandma Ye's heart. She had no children at such an old age, and the prince spoke softly to her, just like a son honoring his mother.

But she only dared to think about this kind of thing in her heart. If she had a son as good as the prince, she would wake up laughing in her dreams.