The first thing Yan Fuguang did when he returned home was to come to Qiyun Pavilion to see his sleeping son.
The second thing is about Mrs. Lin.
He gave an order and all the people Mrs. Lin had been in contact with were found, and further investigation led to the concubine Xue Jiao.
"Did the queen ask you to do it?"
Xue Jiao smiled miserably, shook her head and blamed all the faults on herself: "It was my jealousy that caused me to have bad thoughts. It was my fault alone. I also personally went to win over Mrs. Lin. Together with everyone else It’s irrelevant.”
Her explanation was not important, Yan Fuguang already knew it.
Liang Fei was about to ask the guards to take Xue Jiao away for disposal, when she pulled out the dagger from her arms and stabbed it into the heart with all her strength.
Before falling down, she looked in the direction of Qiyun Pavilion and said sorry several times in her heart.
Many things were out of her control from the moment she entered the palace.
As early as when she was working in Queen Xu's palace, her fate was no longer in her own hands.
Last year when King Jin returned to Beijing, she entered the palace on the orders of Queen Xu. At that time, she had guessed that something like this would happen.
The dagger was inserted into her heart. Strangely, Xue Jiao didn't feel any pain. She could finally be freed. After her death, all the sordid entanglements in the world had nothing to do with her.
Liang Fei waited quietly aside. When Xue Jiao died, he asked Yan Fuguang: "Your Majesty, what should I do with Concubine Xue's body?"
"Leave it alone."
Yan Fuguang left this sentence inexplicably, leaving Liang Fei confused.
After dark, Prince Jin's Mansion welcomed several distinguished guests.
Emperor Xihe was so happy when he learned that Yan Fuguang's eldest son was born that he brought Queen Xu and others to see the child.
On the way to Hemingyuan, two corpses were lying on the ground. One was obviously poisoned and died, and the other committed suicide with a dagger. The appearance of his death was not very good-looking.
The two corpses frightened the eunuch holding the lantern in front and screamed: "Ah——!"
The group of people stopped and all avoided looking in fear.
Emperor Xihe frowned fiercely and asked Yan Fuguang: "Fuguang, what's going on? Why is the body placed in the middle of the road?"
I saw Yan Fuguang lightly raising his thick eyebrows, as if he was also surprised: "Erchen was busy and confused. Just after returning home, he dealt with two women who were vicious and wanted to poison the Wei family and Erchen's children. He temporarily forgot to ask the servants to take them away. Move it away, please forgive me father."
After hearing this, Emperor Xihe commented with disgust: "Death is not a pity."
Yan Fuguang looked at Empress Xu, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes next to him, and said apologetically: "Queen mother must be frightened. You are the most soft-hearted and charitable person, and you don't want to see this the most."
The silver moonlight poured down on his tall and tall body, with handsome features and elegant words and deeds, looking like a jade tree facing the wind.
But he is clearly a life-seeking evil spirit, an evil star stained with blood.
Empress Xu raised her lips gently and scolded him softly: "What did Fuguang say? Although my mother is kind-hearted, she is not someone who cannot distinguish between right and wrong. Some people deserve to die, so they must die."
Yan Fuguang smiled slightly and nodded: "What the mother said is absolutely true, and my son and I also think so."
Emperor Xihe waited impatiently for a while, but couldn't wait any longer: "What else can you say? Hurry up and see the child."
Empress Xu smiled apologetically and coaxed in a warm voice: "I have talked too much. Your Majesty, let's go."
In Heming Courtyard, Grandma Zhong brought the child over from Qiyun Pavilion and kept it in her arms.
As soon as Emperor Xihe entered the room, his eyes were glued to the swaddling clothes, and he couldn't wait to reach out his hand: "This is Fuguang's son, come, let me take a good look!"
Aunt Zhong handed the child over and taught Xihe Emperor how to get the correct posture to hold the child.
Emperor Xihe held the child in his arms and glanced at Aunt Zhong: "You used to be Concubine Zhao, right? If Concubine Zhao saw Fuguang marrying a wife and having children..."
Empress Xu interrupted gently: "Your Majesty, it's better not to mention the sad things for now. It's rare for you to come out. You have to go back to the palace later. Don't delay your visit to the child."
"Alas..." Emperor Xihe sighed, cheering up and teasing the child in his arms, "Fuguang, your child looks like you. I remember what you looked like when you were a child. He is exactly the same as you now."
"Really?" Yan Fuguang leaned over slightly and took a few glances, "Why can't I see it?" It was such a small ball and didn't grow anywhere. He really couldn't see anything that looked like him.
Emperor Xihe smiled heartily and said, "I'm not talking nonsense. Just wait. It will be more obvious when the child grows up a little."
"Father said yes, there shouldn't be anything wrong with that. I'll take a look at it in a few days."
"By the way, I heard you say that Mrs. Wei is a responsible person. She gave you the eldest son again, which is considered a blessing. Isn't the status of a concubine too low? Don't wrong your children because of your mother's status. .”
Yan Fuguang followed Emperor Xihe and said, "It just so happens that there is a concubine missing in the palace. When the child is one month old, I will promote the Wei family as a concubine."
Emperor Xihe was then satisfied: "Yes, Mianyan's descendants have made a lot of contributions, don't be stingy on these small things."
The father and son talked as if no one was watching, which made Queen Xu and others feel sad.
No matter how many years have passed since Concubine Zhao died, no matter how old Yan Fuguang is, he is the emperor's favorite son, and now both Aiwu and Wu are somewhat partial to his children.
After seeing the child, Emperor Xi and his party returned to the palace.
The child was stuffed into Yan Fuguang's arms by Aunt Zhong. It was the first time that father and son had such close contact.
Yan Fuguang, who was no problem wielding a knife or a gun, seemed to be frozen in place. His posture was as stiff as if he were facing a powerful enemy. It was too soft. He was afraid that if he exerted any force, the little dumpling would break into pieces.
"Your Highness, the young master is just born and it is not advisable to stay outside for too long. It is time to take the young master back to Qiyun Pavilion." Aunt Zhong said, but she had no intention of stepping forward to help.
Helpless, Yan Fuguang had no choice but to maintain his posture with difficulty and escorted the child all the way back to Qiyun Pavilion.
Lu Qing was not asleep yet. Ever since the child was taken away, she wanted to wait for him to come back before going to sleep.
Yan Fuguang put the child next to her and met his gaze. Lu Qing subconsciously propped herself up and saluted.
"What are you doing? There are plenty of opportunities to salute." Yan Fuguang pressed his palms on her shoulders, and Lu Qing was forced to lie back.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
She lay down properly, with her face facing the child. When she saw that his eyes were still closed, she cried.
"Wow--"
When a child cries, first-time parents feel dumbfounded and don't know what to do.
Yan Fuguang frowned and asked Lu Qing, "What's wrong with him?"
"Are you hungry?"
After saying that, Lu Qing subconsciously raised his hand to unbutton his clothes.
Yan Fuguang said with complicated eyes, "Isn't there a nanny?"
Lu Qing slapped her hand, she was so stupid that she forgot about it.
Hearing the cry, Grandma Zhong came in in a hurry. She couldn't count on her Highness, so she had to carry the young master in her arms to find the wet nurse to nurse him.
Lu Qing and Yan Fuguang looked at each other, and neither of them had anything to say.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Your Majesty..."
The two of them spoke at the same time. Lu Qing was stunned by the words "Thank you for your hard work." Yan Fuguang asked her again: "What's the matter?"
Lu Qing looked up at him and suddenly smiled.
Yan Fuguang gave a rare smile and leaned over to pat the back of her hand: "Go to sleep and take good care of yourself."
"Yeah." Lu Qing nodded obediently and closed her eyes.
