The Regent's Tender Darling

After leaving the compound, her brother sent her to an official's home, and she became the official's daughter.

What surprised her was that the official seemed to really think that she was his daughter. After she became an official lady, she rarely saw her brother.

One time her brother came to visit her, and her adoptive father called her Taiping Taoist. This title was very strange. Everything her brother said and did was different from before.

So she called her brother's name, Huang Chao.

But the elder brother seemed not to remember the name. The elder brother said his name was Zhang Sheng.

She told her brother about the past, but he didn't remember the Jiaofangsi, his dead mother, or the Huang family.

But her brother remembered her.

She thought her brother was just lying to her, but she could tell that he really didn't remember.

For ten years, she didn't know what her brother had been through and what those people had done to him.

Later, her brother sent her to the palace for a draft. As her brother arranged, she got the emperor's favor. With so many people in the harem, she always had an unshakable position in the harem.

But she hated the emperor, but she was moved by his tenderness. The emperor treated her very well, and he indulged her no matter what she wanted to do.

Gradually, her heart began to waver. Did she...hate the emperor? she does not know.

Her brother said that she just needs to stay in the palace and do nothing, but she must have a prince.

Then my brother showed up in Danan.

She gave birth to a princess with her first child, and a prince with her second child. After the prince she gave birth to grew up, her brother came back and began to tell her the truth bit by bit.

The elder brother wanted to be the emperor himself, and the elder brother said that he was Zhang Sheng, the emperor of Danian.

After staying in the palace for so long, she was no longer an innocent child. She understood her brother's ambitions and his changes.

After watching so many princes die, she knew that her brother would kill her children one day.

Perhaps it was Zhang Sheng, a Taoist from Taiping.

So, she ruined his big event, the new emperor ascended the throne, and she was locked up in the small courtyard of the palace by the Queen Mother.

Looking back on this life, I always have too many regrets. If my brother had not become a Taiping Taoist, what would their lives have been like?

Looking at her brother who was already a little crazy in front of her, she suddenly felt that he had woken up. At least it was his brother now and not a Taiping Taoist.

…

——The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

King An has already begun to deal with government affairs. What people have to admit is that King An is indeed an emperor, and he handles state affairs with the style of a late emperor.

Yan Sihan was also relieved about this, at least the future Emperor of Danan would no longer be a coward.

Originally, establishing King An as emperor was a troublesome matter. There was great opposition to King An in the court, and some ministers even demanded that a new emperor be established from among the descendants of the clan.

In the past few days, he and several senior ministers who had some influence in the court worked hard to finalize the matter of King An's enthronement.

Today, King An is the emperor, but there is no enthronement ceremony to be held in the future.

"Prince Regent, I think this matter is unacceptable and indecisive." Prince An's eyes fell on a booklet.

Yan Sihan glanced at it, and there was written on it the replacement of the commander-in-chief of the Weeping Blood Camp garrison.

He said: "Yuan Fu, the commander-in-chief of the Weeping Blood Camp, is from Taiping Taoism, but he is also your Majesty's. I believe your Majesty has already made up his mind on how to make a decision."

At this call, "Your Majesty," Yan Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that Yan Sihan would no longer be the regent he once was.

…

―――At night.

Under the moonlight, above the willow branches, Minghuaxuan's study was brightly lit. Through the flickering candle shadow and the dim light on the window, it could be seen that the two people inside were chatting freely.

Yan Sihan wore a very casual apricot-white dress, his black hair was simply tied up in a crown, and in his hand with clear joints was a warm jade cup.

Opposite him, sat a man in white, holding a jade folding fan, which was as gentle as the spring breeze.