Huameng walked in, wiped the dust on the chair with her sleeves, then struggled to carry the chair into the yard, and said to Ye Qingmei who was standing at the door, "Girl, sit down for a while, slave girl will go right away."

Clean up the house..."

Ye Qingmei shook her head and stood stubbornly on the spot.

Watching Aunt Zhu and Hua Meng slowly put everything in the house away, they took out the things they brought out from the East Palace and arranged them one by one.

"Aunt Zhu, please give this dragon-shaped jade pendant to the guard at the door." Ye Qingmei handed a dragon-shaped jade pendant in her hand to Aunt Zhu. Aunt Zhu thought for a moment and then turned around.

left.

Ye Qingmei stepped into the room gently and looked at everything in front of her, the birdcage-like swing, the rotating back chair, the carved glass lamp. Although there was no modern craftsmanship, everything here was so unique.

Familiar...

"Mother, mother..." The childish voice disrupted Ye Qingmei's thinking. She strolled into the yard and saw the guard at the door blocking him and her son Enyou. Enyou also saw her and said

, "Mother...is it true?"

Ye Qingmei nodded, it was true, her queen mother was deposed by his father...

"Enyou, please go back!" Enyou is now fostered under the name of Concubine Ye.

Concubine Ye Guifei, her biological sister, Ye Qingkuang, is now her son's mother-in-law, and maybe... she will become his mother-in-law soon!

Enyou looked at Ye Qingmei and saw that she was standing in a patch of weeds. Behind her was the lush green grass, and behind that was the defeated palace. His mother... From now on, she will stay here for the rest of her life!

!!!

After Enyou left, Ye Qingmei never said a word again.

She is not worried about Enyou's life and death, because Enyou will live. As the emperor's only son, he must live, even if... that man hates her to the core, even if that man really wants to kill her son with his own hands.

, and won’t really take action...

It was a quiet night, and a dim palace lantern was floating in the night. Ye Qingmei stood at the door, looking at the young woman in the palace dress, and smiled lightly.

"Sister, you are here!"

Ye Qingkuang looked at this concubine sister and wanted to pounce on her and tear that hypocritical face apart. Could it be that she thought she didn't know... Who caused her infertility?

is her.

It was she who put sterilized dirt into her meals and spices with her own hands. If not, why would she raise a son born of a slut?

"Ye Qingmei, what do you want to say?" Ye Qingkuang was invited into the house by Hua Meng, and Hua Meng served tea. In the exquisite teacup, there was a girl's fragrance that was hard to sell for a price, and the faint fragrance filled the tattered tea cup.

He seemed so out of place in the palace. "Do you want me to treat your son well? Don't worry, even before my son is born... I will always treat him well."

"Really?" Ye Qingmei took a sip of tea, with an inappropriate smile on her beautiful little face, "Fourth sister, it is impossible for you to be pregnant, and it is impossible for other women in the harem to be pregnant...

…”

Ye Qingkuang frowned even more when she heard Ye Qingmei's words. She... what did she mean by saying this?

"You're talking nonsense!" Ye Qingkuang scolded in a cold voice. It's nonsense. The emperor is not yet 30 years old, how could he not have any more children! How... is this possible?

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