Ju Lianruo, who had been hiding in the Chengqian Palace for a long time to recuperate, and whose complexion was a little too pale even after recovering, slowly walked in from the gate of Fengtian Palace.
She was still wearing the standard dress of a noble lady, with the fierceness of having ruled the harem for twenty years, as if she didn't see the long sword dripping blood around her, and her steps were steady and dignified.
Zhu Changhong's panic and confusion were in sharp contrast to hers at this moment.
In a stunned moment, the mother and son went from looking at each other from afar to being very close.
"Mother...Mother Concubine." Zhu Changhong subconsciously wanted to throw away the sharp blade, but then held it tightly, "Mother Concubine, what are you doing..."
The rest of the words were not finished.
Ju Lianruo raised his hand and slapped him, and the clear and loud voice stunned everyone in Fengtian Hall.
"You're a useless thing. If someone wants to kill you, will you kill it?" She yelled angrily, "Don't you know what the crime of murdering the current prince is?"
"But, but the second emperor brother said that he could spare the weak Ju family..." Zhu Changhong probably had never experienced such a lesson before, covering his face and choking, "I am doing it for the Ju family too."
He didn't say it was okay, but when he said it, Ju Lianruo's anger started to rise.
"Anyone who spares the weak is a fool like you. Murdering the current prince is a crime punishable by the nine tribes. Even the chickens and dogs in the family can't escape." She was furious, "Wildfire can't burn it all. The spring breeze blows and springs again, who will leave a few seeds of revenge to cause trouble for themselves, can you have some brains?"
Zhu Changhong was finally awakened, his tightly clenched palms loosened, and the sharp blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"It's okay if you really can be ruthless, but what did I tell you? I told you to kill these two people as quickly as possible, but did you do it?" Ju Liruo became more and more fierce.
Among the crowd, whether it was Zhu Changyu or Zhu Changyan, even Xu Mo's expression changed slightly.
People who play scheming are used to it. The trump cards must be revealed layer by layer, the story must be slowly unfolded, and the ending must be patient.
Ju Liruo's methods were simple and crude, but he was good at defeating them.
If Zhu Changhong only mobilized the Ju family's men to surround Fengtian Palace, and then killed the two brothers as quickly as possible, it is still unclear how the story would be written.
Fortunately and unfortunately, this scene did not happen.
Zhu Changhong covered his face with his hands, unable to tell whether he was sad or guilty, and crouched at his mother's feet.
If it had been anyone else, Ju Liruo would have kicked him away, but that was a child she had raised with her own hands. She couldn't bear the strong motherly love and bent down to say a few words of comfort.
That's why she heard Zhu Changhong's weak murmur, "You have already killed your father's concubine, and if you kill his father's child again, he will hate you, he will hate us..."
How can a child who lives in love not learn to love others?
During the years when he was raised by his father, he also loved the man who withstood the wind and rain for him.
He didn't want his father to be sad, nor did he want his father to be sad. While he was trying to satisfy his mother, he also wanted his father to be happy.
But why is it so difficult?
Ju Lianruo's five fingers coated with kodan were stretched out in the air. It was hard to tell whether it was because of weakness or regret that swept over her body, accompanied by a thick wry smile.
"Hate? Who should hate whom?" She murmured softly, her eyes falling on Zhu Changyu, "You hate me? Because I killed your mother?"
Zhu Changyu said nothing with a cold face.
How can a child who does not have a loving mother not complain?
"Why do you hate me?" Ju Liruo suddenly became full of momentum and shook off all the past years, "Your mother did die because of me, but don't you want to know what she did?"
"You hate that no one has ever loved you in this palace for eighteen years. Then do you know how you ended up here?"
Back then, Concubine Ju was so favored that even Empress Yan had to get out of her way, and her legitimate son was a full five years younger.
Zhu Changyu, the second son of a concubine, was separated by only half a year. Why?
Because his existence is the result of deliberate efforts.
Back then, Ju Lianruo was a pampered and arrogant person who was sweet when she was in love with Tianjia, but could also argue until her face turned red, and even went so far as not to speak for three to five days.
Until one time, the two of them had not been harmonious for a long time. Tianjia was depressed and half-drunk. In a daze, he saw the gentle show of affection from his beloved girl, and he could no longer control himself.
Until the sky was bright and the rising sun shone into the dragon's bed, the ordinary-looking little palace maid instantly jumped up on the branch and became pregnant with the dragon child smoothly.
It was also from that time that Ju Liruo realized that the emperor did not belong to her alone. She put away her sharp edge and began to be gentle and petty, and the relationship between the two became stronger.
The little palace maid struggled to give birth to a dragon son and survived in a remote corner of the imperial city.
"Do you think I want to harm her? I'm so jealous that I can't tolerate anyone?" Ju Liruo laughed wildly, "Then you underestimate me too much."
"Concubine Min gave birth to the third princess well, the concubine gave birth to the fourth prince in a healthy way, and even Empress Yan gave birth to the fifth prince smoothly. Do I need to have trouble with a little palace maid? My love is mine, and the eldest son is mine. I will give birth to the fifth prince." If Lian is really jealous, you, a scoundrel like you, won’t even have a chance to survive.”
She was telling the truth, Zhu Changyu clenched his fists.
The little palace maid died on a rainy night because she bumped into the pregnant Concubine Ju, causing her to have a miscarriage on the spot and lose her fertility.
The outcome of such a heinous crime is already doomed, and the born dragons will become unloved bugs, wandering around this majestic imperial city.
Although it was quickly discovered that the little palace maid was instigated by the concubines in the harem, it was true that Concubine Ju had a miscarriage, and it was true that the Tian family lost their beloved daughter.
I heard that the female fetus had already begun to take on a human form when it was aborted.
I heard that for a while, the voice of a man choking could always be heard in the deserted Qianqing Palace.
When things have developed to this point, perhaps we can no longer simply blame one person.
At least, Zhu Changyu was not qualified to hate Concubine Ju.
The young man with an unremarkable face clenched his fists at his side, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, which finally turned into a soft whisper, "But I have also suffered a lot and suffered a lot before I grew up."
Ju Lianruo ignored him and looked directly at Chang Yan, "You have no right to hate me."
"Your mother couldn't control the harem, so the power was transferred to me. If she has some ability, I can at most have the right to be an associate."
"It was me who allowed her to live freely for so many years. Her death in the palace was her own choice and had nothing to do with me."
"Dealing with you is a struggle for authority, that's another matter."
The woman is generous and generous, daring to love and hate. Time has only aged her appearance but cannot dispel her sassy charm.
Chang Yan may understand why the Tian family has been able to pamper her for twenty years.
"It's just that Madam Ju made a mistake about something." He raised the corner of his mouth, "I don't hate you."
