Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

Wen Renzong said: "When I left, she didn't show up."

"That's because she has a lot of guts to save you face. Do you want her to quarrel with you face to face and scold you for plotting against her?"

"The son just followed the trend and never really wanted to plot against her."

"In my opinion, Jiang Ning is a smart child. No matter what, King Yu is the father of her two children. Even if she reconciles, she will not help you against King Yu. Forget about this marriage. In the future, you will Forget it."

"Yes, son understands."

"Alas." Mrs. Wenren stood up, sighed, and felt a little regretful, "When you were young, when you were going to make a baby marriage for you, that child got lost. Now you are like this again, and you missed it for nothing. If you treat her sincerely, she may not I refuse. After all, there is no chance. Forget it, we heard that she is not blessed to be a daughter-in-law."

"The son really wants to marry her."

"Your sincerity is not pure enough. That is a transparent child who can't rub the sand in her eyes. If she can make do, why bother to make peace with King Yu? She can give up the position of Princess Yu without hesitation, let alone you."

Wen Renzong was silent.

"You, my mother has warned you a long time ago, don't always do things with utilitarianism. Especially emotional matters... What do you think of a girl's sincerity? Have you ever thought that she will be sad because of it? Forget it, I won’t say much. After all, you won’t regret it in the future.”

She turned and went out.

Wen Renzong stood up to see her off, sat down after a while, and his eyes fell on the bracelet.

He picked up the bracelet, a little distracted.

Mother was right, since there is no fate, there is no need to think about it.

But why, somewhere in my heart, there is always a sense of loss?

...

Imperial Palace, Linde Palace.

Concubine Jin showed the sign to the guards, who stepped aside, and she opened the door and walked in.

A chilly air rushed over.

There is also some faint musty smell that can't live for a long time.

Concubine Jin frowned, seeing King Yu sitting on a futon with his back to the door, facing a small square table copying scriptures.

Next to him, there is a stack of written papers.

Concubine Jin walked over, "This palace is here, don't you even take a look at it?"

Li Hongyuan said indifferently: "Is the mother concubine coming to see my son making a joke?"

"That's not true. After all, you are the son of this palace. If this palace doesn't come, it will be too heartless."

"Then you are finished reading, you can go."

"You don't have to be so indifferent." Concubine Jin stood opposite him, "Do you need me to intercede with your father? This room is cold and damp. If you stay here for three months, your legs will get old."

"Will the concubine ask for it?"

"Won't."

Li Hongyuan seemed to have expected to get this promise, his expression didn't change, he lowered his head and copied seriously.

Concubine Jin said: "Your father punished you to appease the anger of the public. Even if I ask you, it will be useless."

"I know."

"Since you were young, your temperament has followed my palace. Why would you do such an irrational thing in public?" Concubine Jin didn't quite understand. God. He never asked for anything from you. Why this time..."

Li Hongyuan put down his pen, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Maybe it's because I didn't really care about anyone before."

Concubine Jin raised her eyebrows: "You mean Jiang Ning?"

Li Hongyuan didn't speak.

Concubine Jin smiled: "I didn't expect my son to be bound by a woman one day."