The only one who could say such words and use such a coquettish tone was Concubine Ju, who had been favored for twenty years.
During the little half a year that Wen Zhiyun had been massaging at Tianjia, he often saw the two of them loving each other like a normal couple, either adding fragrance to their red sleeves or whispering to each other.
The imperial concubine had also tactfully expressed her dissatisfaction with her status as concubine. The Tian family always responded with silence, and the imperial concubine would change the subject.
It's the first time he's been as straightforward as today.
Wen Zhiyun huddled behind the gauze curtain, wishing that he could not hide his figure.
Tianjia seemed to choose to remain silent as usual.
This time, the imperial concubine did not understand. Instead, she turned around resentfully, "Brother A Yuan, I am thirty-seven years old this year."
"We met when we were seven and got married when we were seventeen. It has been thirty years now. I always thought that I would be your first wife and would have children with you until we grow old. But look at me now. Look at me."
"Grey hair is growing on my temples, and there are wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. I'm old, brother A Yuan."
"In a few years, I will get sick and die, but I can't even be buried with you. We can only look at each other from a distance in the emperor's tomb..."
Low sobs sounded, perhaps containing true feelings, which made people feel sad.
The taciturn Tianjia stretched out his hand, hugged the no longer youthful imperial concubine into his arms, and caressed her back like a child.
Once, again, and again.
After a long time, the man's deep voice sounded, "Let me think more about this matter."
It is a topic that I have always avoided talking about. Being able to think about it means that I am shaken.
Concubine Ju burst into tears and smiled, "Brother A Yuan said he would not let me down."
The two hugged each other tightly, and unspeakable emotions spread throughout the hall.
The only one who was at a loss was Wen Zhiyun, who was huddled behind the gauze tent.
He was already frightened when he overheard the imperial concubine's speech, but became worried when he learned that Concubine Ju might be straightened up.
Like Zheng Ruqian, he doesn't understand politics, but he knows that this must be related to his fifth brother.
He wanted to tell Chang Yan immediately, but he couldn't step out of the gauze tent.
Thinking about it, hesitating.
Wen Zhiyun clenched his white and tender fists and gave himself a blow on his neck.
The clever force made him dizzy, and when he was about to fall, he didn't forget to lower his voice.
I don't know how long it took before Wen Zhiyun was pushed awake.
Opening his eyes, he saw the anxious face of Manager Wu's godson, "Little Doctor Wen, Little Doctor Wen, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly."
"Little Eunuch Wu..." Wen Zhiyun's voice was hoarse, "What's wrong with me?"
"You were found fainted in the main hall. The Tian family did not punish you. They only told you to recover and then go for a massage." Little Eunuch Wu looked puzzled, "How did you faint? Could there be an assassin?" Or maybe you’re not feeling well?”
Wen Zhiyun stared at him blankly and said nothing.
Such a young and delicate boy, who is only fourteen years old, has to be busy in the hospital. I heard that the lights are brightly lit every night, which shows his hard work and seriousness.
Little Eunuch Wu's heart softened and he waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you later that you're not feeling well. Now go back to Tai Hospital and have a good rest."
"Thank you so much, Eunuch Wu." Wen Zhiyun thanked him timidly and walked away carrying the medicine box.
When there was no more sight to follow, he increased his pace and rushed back to the Tai Hospital as quickly as possible.
With the protection of the Yan family's children and a long banquet to plan, the two brothers were able to meet each other in the dark night.
"Xiaowu..." Wen Zhiyun's eyes turned red as soon as he spoke, "You are suffering too much, what should you do?"
Chang Yan looked over with confusion.
"I heard in the main hall today that the Tian family is going to make Concubine Ju the queen." Wen Zhiyun said in a difficult tone, "The eldest prince already has the eldest son. Now if he occupies the direct eldest son, he will be the confirmed eldest son."
The eldest son inheritance system lasted for hundreds of years in the Dayu Dynasty. Usually the eldest son born from the eldest wife was the most valuable and was also the common eldest son.
But there are always exceptions to everything. When the first child is not born to the legitimate wife and occupies the position of the eldest son of the concubine, then the legitimate son loses his status as eldest son.
For example, Zhu Changhong is the eldest son of a concubine.
Ruzhu Changyan is his legitimate son.
There are also historical records that the first child born from the royal family is the eldest son, regardless of whether there is a concubine's eldest son.
But in the Dayu Dynasty, direct descendants and elders were deliberately distinguished.
Zhu Changhong was able to win over the support of the Fang family just by relying on his eldership, and became a popular candidate for the crown prince among the people in Fengjing. If he were allowed to occupy the first line again, other princes would never have any chance.
"If you want to establish a direct line eldest son, the first line eldest son will be given priority." Chang Yan said in a scornful tone, "It seems that Concubine Ju can't stand it any longer."
"What will you do if the eldest prince becomes the heir apparent?" Wen Zhiyun's eyes turned red, "Xiaowu, what can I do for you?"
The Tian family is tidying up the backyard, and Taiyuan can't reach it no matter how long his hands are.
Concubine Ju couldn't hold it any longer, maybe she also realized that the second prince should not be underestimated.
Rather than passively waiting to be beaten, it is better to kill him directly.
In terms of sophistication, it has to be the Ju family.
There was a sound of slapping next to him. Chang Yan raised his head and discovered the tears that his fourth brother was holding back.
He laughed, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over, "Don't worry, she can't sit in that position."
The young man's tone was so determined that Wen Zhiyun was lost in thought and almost asked, "Why?"
Yes, why.
Concubine Ju has not been able to sit in that position for twenty years, so why are she so sure that she can sit in it now?
"It's true that they are childhood sweethearts, and it's true that they are extremely affectionate, but they have forgotten the golden words of the emperor's grandfather, and they have forgotten that the price for concubine Ju to enter the East Palace was that she would never be his wife."
The late emperor had a resolute and resolute character, and his constant conquests led to an empty treasury and a deprivation of the people's livelihood.
It was only in his later years that he regretted his tyranny, decided to let go of power, and raised the aristocratic family to exert control over the emperor to avoid repeating the same mistakes.
But how could a smart emperor allow his descendants to be sidelined and his relatives to expand unscrupulously?
How terrifying would it be when a noble family has its own power, can at the same time give the emperor a thumbs up, and is related by blood to the next emperor.
"The aristocratic family, the maternal relatives, and the grandson's mother's family. The three identities stacked together are too huge, and they have caused countless tragedies." Zhang Yan said in a calm tone, like an outsider, "So when the emperor's grandfather established the prince, he asked that he not marry anyone. The daughter of the Ju family will be my wife, and at the same time, a woman from a medical family will be given to occupy the main wife."
It's just a coincidence that the woman named Yan from a medical family is Chang Yan's mother.
Childhood sweethearts had a deep love for each other. Concubine Ju couldn't let go of this relationship and became a concubine with tears in her eyes. The entire Ju family was even more low-key and forbearing, even quitting the ranks of the top aristocratic families.
When the late emperor was still alive, the Tian family was still able to balance the dishes of wives and concubines. When he succeeded, he named the Yan family empress and the Ju family as a noble concubine.
As time passed, the friendship between childhood sweethearts finally outweighed everything else, and Concubine Ju began to dominate her family, even taking the lead in marrying her eldest son.
Ordinary aristocratic families still require the main wife to give birth to a legitimate eldest son, and then allow concubines to give birth to children.
But Chang Yan is four years younger than Zhu Changhong.
Among them is Queen Yan's refusal to fight or grab, and it is not the Tian family's preference for their childhood sweetheart.
In the end, the woman who came from a medical family died in depression.
