Chapter 569: The former husband shows affection in front of the emperor

"Zhouzhou."

Aunt Zhou called softly. She had not had a good night's sleep since the emperor took her daughter away, and she looked very haggard.

Xiao Zhouzhou is getting better day by day. Now he can stand up holding on to things. When he hears his mother's call, he almost falls down when his hands loosen.

Aunt Zhou quickly picked her up, her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse, "Mother is back, mother is back."

Xiao Zhouzhou hugged Aunt Zhou, grabbing her with her little hands, and smiling all over her face.

Xiao Mianmian came out of the house, smiling and calling: "Grandma~Grandma~"

Aunt Zhou hugged Zhouzhou and held little Mianmian, smiling, "Our Mianmian has grown up a lot." ?.?????.???

Xiao Mianmian raised her head and smiled, "Mom said that I can eat and sleep, and I will grow into a big girl in a few years."

Aunt Zhou was amused by the way she spoke. Little Mianmian's fleshy face showed small dimples every time she spoke. Even the most cruel person felt warm in his heart when he looked at her.

Just like the original Spring Festival.

Du Wanchun walked slowly and whispered to Xiao Mianmian: "Mianmian, you have forgotten that my mother told you that in the future you must call your grandmother the princess and your grandfather the emperor's uncle in front of others."

Xiao Mianmian nodded obediently.

Now that Aunt Zhou is the third princess, Du Wanchun explained to Xiao Mianmian in this way to avoid being blamed.

Aunt Zhou felt a little sad and needed to think about it for a while.

Du Wanchun called the palace maid to serve tea to Aunt Zhou. At noon, the third prince came here and wanted to take Aunt Zhou to see the emperor.

Aunt Zhou tightened her hand on the handkerchief, feeling anxious and hesitant.

Du Wanchun held her hand with encouragement in his eyes.

After seeing it, Aunt Zhou became calmer. She and the emperor would eventually meet.

Afterwards, the third prince took Aunt Zhou to the emperor's palace.

Now there are people from Zhou Ruiyuan inside and outside the place, and they can walk into the palace without any fear.

The emperor heard the footsteps and opened his eyes slightly.

The third prince walked to his bedside and saluted him respectfully: "My brother heard that the emperor was seriously ill, so he brought the princess to visit the emperor."

Seeing the emperor's younger brother who had snatched away his beloved woman, the emperor's heart surged with anger. He kicked his immobile legs and struggled to get up.

It's a pity that he is unable to vent his anger now. He can only watch the third prince hold Aunt Zhou's hand and come to him, "Brother, this is the princess I married in Cheng'an County. Her surname is Zhou. Although She is from a peasant family, but she is gentle, virtuous and a rare good woman."

"Woo! Woo!" The emperor struggled to cry out when he saw the queen he missed so much, his eyes were red, angry but powerless.

Aunt Zhou looked coldly at her father-killing enemy on the hospital bed in front of her, and at her husband who had been married to her for more than ten years, and she gradually felt comfortable that her great revenge would be avenged.

Perhaps this is a punishment more cruel than death.

She gradually smiled.

This smile cut across the emperor's heart like a sharp blade. He frowned and used his defeated body to protest his dissatisfaction.

The red eyes still showed no regret, but more hatred.

The third prince put his arm around Aunt Zhou's shoulders and said slowly to the emperor: "Brother, don't worry, I will be in the palace during these days and will take good care of you together with the princess."

Killing people and killing people is nothing more than that.

The emperor's face was red and he was breathing heavily, his eyes widened, and his hands clenched, as if he would die in the next second.

Doctor Xu on the side quickly came over and gave him acupuncture, "Your Majesty, don't be angry. If you get angry again, you will die."

After the injection, the emperor's breath slowed down, but his face was as pale as pig liver. His eyes were fixed on the third prince's hand holding Aunt Zhou, as if saying: "Let go! Don't let me go!"