LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Yan Yue returned to the Kangning Palace after coming down to court, and told Zhong Qing what happened in the court hall.

The palaces where the officials go to court are guarded by the fate of the country and the spirit of the real dragon, and there is no way for Zhong Qing to spy on them, so most of the time they can only be relayed by Yan Yue.

"Someone set their minds on the noble concubine and the fifth prince." Zhong Qing hardly thought about it.

Yan Yue nodded: "A Yue thinks so too."

He asked: "Sister Peony, do you know who did it?"

Zhong Qing smiled: "The left and right are just those few people."

Yan Yue also laughed.

That's right, the only ones who would regard the Fifth Prince as a threat were those high-ranking concubines in the palace who had raised a prince and had a good family background.

Yan Yue said softly: "No matter who did it, we'll just watch from the sidelines. But I see the way father looks like, the plan of the people behind it is probably going to go wrong."

Emperor Xiande loved the noble concubine, and naturally he doted on the fifth prince who was born of the noble concubine the most.

It is said that the fighting on the northwest battlefield was extremely fierce, and His Royal Highness, who is delicate and fleshy, might make a mistake when he arrives there.

How could Emperor Xian De agree?

Moreover, looking at Zhong Qing, the emperor was invited by the people from Chaohuang Palace as soon as he went to court. Obviously, the noble concubine already knew the news.

So many years of experience of "listening to the corner" told Zhong Qing that the imperial concubine's tears were extremely powerful, at least for Emperor Xian De, it was an irresistible gentle offensive.

No matter what happened, as long as the imperial concubine shed tears, Emperor Xiande would give whatever he asked for.

For example, at this moment, Emperor Xian De hugged the concubine who was crying like pear blossoms and raining rain, and made a solemn promise: "Don't worry, Peony, I will definitely not let our Bi'er go to the battlefield."

No matter how many times I listened to it, hearing Emperor Xiande call out the word peony so tenderly, Zhong Qing felt a chill.

Even though Emperor Xiande agreed to the noble concubine, he couldn't stop the fierce fighting in the northwest.

One after another battle reports came from the northwest, and every time one was opened, the emperor's face darkened.

The situation was getting worse and worse. After two days of delay, a minister in the court offered Qin Tianjian's suggestion at that time, and Emperor Xiande undoubtedly rejected it.

But once someone opens this mouth, it is obviously impossible to ignore it.

Another batch of porcelain from Chaohuang Palace was changed.

The imperial concubine was sitting on the couch, her usually soft and beautiful face was full of evil spirit at this moment: "I don't care about them like them, but she has set her mind on Bi'er in my palace."

She said that her beautiful eyes were full of worry: "The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, how can my Bi'er go to that kind of place?"

The nanny next to the noble concubine comforted: "Your Majesty, don't be impatient. Your Majesty treats you with sincerity, and the villain will definitely not succeed."

The noble concubine shook her head: "Things are not that simple. It would be fine if the Northwest War is won, otherwise, this matter may never end. Unless we can find a prince who is more noble than my Bi'er."

The nanny looked helpless: "Your Majesty has never made an empress, and you are already the most honorable person in this harem, Your Majesty. Of course, His Highness Fifth is the most honorable person in this palace..."

etc!

The concubine's expression suddenly brightened.

There is no queen in the middle palace?

Isn't there a queen in front?

Isn't that second prince the son of the abolished empress?

Even if it's a waste queen, she's still a queen!

Immediately, the imperial concubine hurriedly asked the emperor to come over.

Zhong Qing, who was grinding ink for Yan Yue in Kangning Palace, suddenly looked cold.

Yan Yue's mind was on her all the time, seeing this, he quickly asked: "What's wrong with Sister Mudan?"