Princess Cheng's return is a big event for the entire Prince Cheng's palace.
Hearing that Princess Cheng's carriage had arrived outside the door, Prince Cheng, who was waiting on his behalf, suddenly stood up, his face full of joy. However, the old concubine of Prince Cheng's mansion who was drowsy on the bed suddenly opened her eyes and opened her mouth to vent her anger. But King Cheng, who was immersed in joy, didn't see it at all.
"I know Yue Niang can't bear to leave this king."
King Cheng was full of joy when he spoke. He turned around and strode out, intending to go out of the mansion to greet him. However, when he came to the door, he remembered that Emperor An's decree of restraining him from his feet had not yet been resolved.
He could not take even half a step out of the mansion, so he could only walk outside while hurriedly giving instructions to the servants beside him.
"Quick, get someone to welcome the princess in."
"The crown prince has passed away. Your Majesty, please feel at ease."
Following Prince Cheng was the old housekeeper of the palace, who had been serving the master of the palace for decades. During this period, he had seen the prince in trouble and the palace in a state of decline, which made him extremely anxious.
The letters written by the prince and the prince to the princess before were sent to Jiuyun Lane and fell into the sea without seeing a reply for a long time. He thought that the princess was determined to leave the palace. Now that the princess is finally willing to come back, the old housekeeper is also very happy.
"The princess is willing to come back this time. She must be willing to forgive the prince. The incident with the Song family has passed. The prince also thinks about the clan and our palace. He made a mistake at the moment. Please talk to the princess carefully. The princess is considerate and considerate. I can understand your difficulties."
King Cheng felt unlucky when he thought about the Song family's affairs: "I know that as long as Song Hong shuts up, I will have nothing to do with their Song family's affairs..."
If he hadn't been afraid that something would happen to the Song family that would implicate him, why would he have gone to great lengths to cover up all that mess for Song Hong.
Fortunately, Song Hong was not stupid enough to say anything. Even if he was tortured, he still gritted his teeth and swallowed everything for his freed son.
When he thought of the Song family, King Cheng couldn't help but sullenly asked: "Song Tangning is here too?"
The old housekeeper shook his head: "Miss Song is not here, only the princess and Aunt Jiang are back."
Prince Cheng's face was visibly relaxed: "That unlucky thing is best never to come again!"
He was really disgusted with the little girl he had seen growing up. In the past, because she was well-behaved and sensible, and she was the daughter-in-law of the Lu family in the future, he was particularly partial to her. But who knew that the one who had been raised had no mouth? The beaked bird suddenly grew claws.
Not only did he bite off the Duke of Song's mansion, but he also scratched the Lu family's head and caused bloodshed. He also suffered the consequences, causing no peace.
After listening to Prince Cheng's words, the old housekeeper hurriedly whispered to the side: "Your Majesty, I know that you don't like Miss Song, but she is the only bloodline of Mrs. Rong. The princess cares about her very much. Even if you don't like her, don't leave her." Mention it in front of the princess..."
"Do you need to tell me? I'm not that stupid!"
Rongyue cared about Song Tangning, so he just followed her.
As long as he can coax Rongyue to change his mind, then Song Tangning is nothing.
A little girl, when he coaxes Rongyue back and is released from confinement, there will be plenty of opportunities to take care of her!
The old housekeeper was relieved when he saw that he could distinguish the important things: "Then the prince needs to go back and change his clothes. Your robe is wrinkled..."
During this time, the old concubine was in good and bad days, and Prince Cheng came to attend to her every now and then, looking a little slovenly.
When Prince Cheng heard this, he originally wanted to go back and change his clothes and greet Rong Yue with his most exquisite appearance. He knew that when the two of them were in love, what Rongyue was most obsessed with was his face that had not deteriorated for many years. However, he remembered the situation of Prince Cheng's palace during this period. , the days when he was "drinking away his sorrows" suddenly stopped thinking about it.
He tugged on the clothes on his body and touched the green beard on his face that had not been shaved for two days. He lowered his eyes slightly and showed a tired look, and walked towards the outside.
"No need, let Yue Niang see my king like this, and she will soften her heart."
In the room behind her, the old concubine of Prince Cheng's Mansion was holding on to the edge of the bed and trying to sit up. The servants on the side quickly stepped forward to help her: "Concubine, what do you want?"
The old concubine did not reply. She just stared out the window in the direction where King Cheng left. Her eyes were full of exhaustion and turbidity: "Idiot... you have to come back after doing whatever you want..."
Obviously...already gone...
Come back...what to do...
"Toffee?"
The person in his arms was breathing unevenly, and when he was gasping for air, he was speaking intermittently, as if he was holding it in his mouth. Even if he was close at hand, he could not hear clearly.
The old concubine pinched her palms. What were you doing back here? Did you come back to seek death? That stupid woman...
How stupid!
"Toffee...Toffee, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing the old lady's eyes widening, her mouth wide open, and breathing rapidly, the serving maid was frightened. She quickly put her on the couch and turned around to find the doctor. However, as soon as she got up, she found that her sleeve was being grabbed by someone.
She turned around and saw the old concubine's face covered in bruises.
"Let the princess...come to see me..."
This time, the old lady spoke clearly. The maid hesitated: "But you?"
"I said, let her come to see me!"
The old concubine of Prince Cheng's Palace usually ignored the affairs of the palace and rarely appeared in front of others. However, everyone in the palace was afraid of her. Seeing her eyes wide open with anger, her face that was drained of oil was so thin that she was so thin. Her cheekbones were prominent, and she looked a little ferocious as she leaned on the edge of the bed to speak.
The maid was so frightened that she didn't dare to hesitate any longer and quickly nodded in agreement.
"Slave, go right now, go right now!"
After helping the old concubine lie down, she hurried out, while the old concubine fell on the bed and looked sideways at the blood-red coral plant not far away.
It was given to Princess Cheng the first year she married into the palace. I heard it was an extremely rare treasure from the South China Sea. It was not even a trace of color from top to bottom and was more gorgeous than pigeon blood.
At that time, she took great pains to find it and happily gave it to her as a birthday gift. How did she respond at that time? She said it was useless and that Princess Cheng did not know how to be diligent and frugal in running a household.
She was still a newly married woman at that time, and the young girl with an immature face was full of eager eyes but she poured cold water on her. She stood in front of her with a face full of bewilderment.
There are many things in this house that were given by Princess Cheng. Even after she was so cold to the child, she never lost her things on festivals and birthdays. Every year, the gifts were from Beijing. Exquisite things that cannot be found in.
Whatever she has, she will definitely have a share here. The child is already in charge of this house tomorrow morning. The relationship between the two of them is not harmonious, but no one dares to neglect her.
The children of the Rong family are as pure and upright as Taifu Rong was before.
The old concubine gasped in her throat, feeling that the tense breath was about to dissipate. It was coming, and the guilt accumulated over the years was almost engulfing her like a mountain and sea.
She clung to the bed rail so hard that her nails dug in, and she made a low sound.
"Why... so stupid..."
Come back, what are you doing?
