The Regent's Tender Darling

I heard that it was painful for women to give birth, and for a while, fear replaced the joy in my heart.

Seeing this, Xuemei quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, Madam, even the prince likes her as a daughter."

Although she said this, Xuemei was still worried.

Although there is no other woman in the palace now, it would still be good to have a son by his side.

Even if the prince prefers another woman and neglects his mother-in-law in the future, she will go and kill the prince with drugs. When the time comes, the mother-in-law will have a son, a legitimate son, and the mother-in-law will be the head of the family.

Those who don't like it are all thrown out!

Lin Jiaojiao didn't know what Xuemei was thinking at this moment, but she was worried and worried. She sighed and said, "Go and bring me a bowl of the remaining rock sugar lotus seeds."

She remembered that after serving Yan Sihan a bowl, there was still a lot left.

Xuemei acted quickly and brought a bowl over within a moment. She took a sip of the soup first. It was cooler than when it came out of the pot, and it was sweet and moist.

Lotus seeds are also soft and sweet...but bitter!

Suddenly her face wrinkled together, she had forgotten to take out the lotus heart!

But Yan Sihan didn't say anything when he ate it. Instead, he told her it was delicious, and he felt guilty for a moment.

Fortunately, I finished the whole bowl so that I could have a better memory.

"Mother, go to sleep quickly. It's getting late and you're not in good spirits. Don't hold on." Xuemei collected the bowl and handed it to Dongxue.

Lin Jiaojiao nodded, washed up and got into bed. As soon as she lay down, she heard the sound of slow breathing.

Xuemei, who was standing by, was a little surprised. She pinched the quilt for the person on the bed, blew out the lamp and left.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Lin Jiaojiao was still in bed but had not gotten up, but the palace had already been busy. She was not going to take a bath today, but Yan Sihan left the palace very early.

"Xuemei..." Lin Jiaojiao sat up from the bed, and Xuemei immediately entered the room when she heard the noise.

After finishing everything, Lin Jiaojiao said: "Let's go to the prince's place. I remember that the prince is taking a break today, so let's have breakfast together."

It had been a long time since she had breakfast with Yan Sihan.

Xuemei hesitated, then shook her head: "Mother, I'm afraid it won't work today, the prince has gone out."

"Going out?" Lin Jiaojiao wondered subconsciously. Is there something important?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Xuemei say: "Prime Minister Mu passed away last night. I heard from Sister Qing Xing that the prince has gone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to take care of Prime Minister Mu's funeral."

"Oh." Lin Jiaojiao nodded and said something happened... "What?" She looked suddenly startled and looked at Xuemei: "Who did you say died?"

Xuemei was stunned and whispered: "Prime Minister Mu."

this……

How could it be earlier than in the previous life? correct! Stay in the mountains! Why did she come back and forget about this?

After patting her head, she hurriedly said: "Xuemei, change into plain clothes for me."

"Ah? Madam, you are not going to..."

"Yeah." Lin Jiaojiao responded impatiently.

She changed into plain clothes and rode a carriage to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Along the way, people came and went on the imperial street. She opened a little curtain, and the capital was still so lively.

According to customary rules, when an important minister of the country dies, although it is not a national mourning, the streets will be somewhat restrained. However, the streets are still lively today.

The Prime Minister's Mansion arrived soon. It was an ordinary mansion with simple and elegant decoration, and the white lantern at the door swayed in the wind.

The Prime Minister's Mansion, which used to be very deserted, has become lively now. These officials were not seen interacting with Prime Minister Mu before, but today there is an endless stream of people coming to mourn the Prime Minister.