As expected, the Prince of Jin also became suspicious.
Tang Zhuyun asked softly, "Didn't you say that your mother-in-law felt she had implicated the whole family back then, so..."
Did he commit suicide?
The Prince of Jin said, "That is indeed the case. But now, I can't help but wonder if I have missed something important?"
He didn't want to doubt his biological mother. If all his suspicions turned out to be wrong, how could he face his deceased mother?
If he guesses right, how will he feel?
He always felt that his mother had been wronged, so he harbored an unspeakable resentment towards the emperor.
Even though Xiao Wu wasn't good to him, the rest of the Xiao Family treated him very well.
My impression of my mother was that she was somewhat capricious, but she was indeed a beautiful woman.
On a bright spring day, she sat under the magnolia tree in the courtyard, combing her hair with an ivory comb. Her black hair was as black as ink and as smooth as satin, and her profile was beautiful, like a bright Mingzhu.
Her slightly furrowed brow, delicate features, long, slender, fair hands, and languid posture... Mother was so beautiful that even the magnolia flowers paled in comparison.
Upon seeing him enter, a look of disgust flashed across the mother's face, and she scolded Nanny Jing, "What are you doing bringing him here?"
Nanny Jing was filled with fear and trepidation, apologizing repeatedly and gently coaxing him to leave...
Memories are like faded old paintings, gradually becoming blurred, but my mother's impatient expression remains like a brand.
The Prince of Jin thought to himself that he was slow-witted and also honest.
Even though he disliked his mother, he only hated his biological father for his heartlessness and sympathized with his mother's pain as a woman who had been wronged.
The lights were dim, and Tang Zhuyun's voice was soft yet firm.
She said, "You were only a teenager back then, so even if you missed out, it's not your fault."
She still felt like a baby when she was thirty!
The person Xiao Wu doesn't care about, she will care about.
But the King of Prince of Jin's dejection was always fleeting.
He said, "Give me some more time, and we're not far from the truth."
Even if it's cruel, we have to bow our heads and accept it.
He didn't dwell on that topic for long, instead asking Tang Zhuyun, "What have you been busy with today?"
"Me? I'm not busy," Tang Zhuyun replied honestly. "At first, I was waiting for news from the Prince's residence, then I talked to Yanran about going to the Great Xiangguo Temple. In the afternoon, Director Li came, and we discussed it for a while, and then I cooked for you..."
And you still won't eat it, huh!
The Prince of Jin said, "I'm hungry. I'll get up and eat after the cupping is done. What delicious food have you made?"
"Lots of fish and meat."
"A-Yun still loves me the most."
Tang Zhuyun rolled her eyes. "There's nothing we can do but make do with it. We haven't found a replacement yet."
Prince of Jin: "You've... found it, haven't you?"
Holy crap, this guy has no shame!
After dinner, the two took a bath together, incense was burning, and everything was fine.
Tang Zhuyun felt firmly pressed down on the man on top of her, a feeling of heaviness and security filling her with satisfaction.
It turns out that the body can express liking so honestly.
At this moment, she suddenly said in a cheeky tone, "I didn't take any contraceptives, aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant with Tata or Chuangchuang?"
With a single sentence, he successfully froze the smile on the Prince of Jin's face.
The man on top of her suddenly rolled off, lying flat and motionless as if his hands and feet were bound. His eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to devour her, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You just wait!"
Tang Zhuyun: I Zidu off, and this is what you do to me?
She called out, "Eighth Master!"
Eighth Master opened his mouth and began to sing. "Several times we've shared a love song on the pillow, every moment in the boudoir is worth a fortune..."
The rest was even more straightforward, which amused Tang Zhuyun, who raised an eyebrow at Prince of Jin.
This man really thinks he can get pregnant!
The Prince of Jin pinched her waist, "You wait! We'll talk after your period starts."
He found out that if her period hadn't started, it meant she was pregnant.
It'll only take a few days, he can wait.
Tang Zhuyun was speechless. "You actually believe that! I've been taking medication, and the residual effects are still there, making it difficult to conceive. What, in this chaotic situation, you're still thinking about having a child!"
The Prince of Jin said in a deep voice, "Since this is our child, even if it's possible, we cannot harm him."
Tang Zhuyun thought to herself, "Now you don't even mention not having children anymore."
The Prince of Jin rested his head against her pillow and whispered, "A-Yun, perhaps all I have left are you and the children."
Tang Zhuyun's heart softened suddenly.
She reached out and ruffled the Prince of Jin's hair—like petting a dog.
Prince of Jin: "..."
After a pause, Prince of Jin spoke again, "When Director Li, be careful."
"What do you mean? Are you afraid the Emperor will abandon me after using me?"
It shouldn't be that bad.
What she did was worthy of the Emperor's trust.
"A-Yun, does Wang Chunqiu remember?"
"I remember, isn't he that legendary physician from the Wang Family of Langya?"
When Tang Zhuyun saw the Xue Family off, she briefly met Wang Chunqiu.
"His trip to the capital this time wasn't to see the Great Confucian Scholar Kong."
"Huh? It's not for treating Xiyou?"
"A-Yun, don't call him Xiyou!" The jealous king is back in action.
"Oh." Tang Zhuyun couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Where's Wang Chunqiu?!"
"In the palace."
"Oh? The Emperor has summoned him for medical treatment again?"
"Um."
Tang Zhuyun initially thought there was nothing wrong with it. After all, even ants try to survive, let alone the emperor, who held a high position and great power. Throughout history, many emperors had sought the elixir of immortality, so it was perfectly normal for the emperor to seek medical treatment.
She was used to being compared and contrasted by patients in her past life.
We're all colleagues, treating patients together—it's a normal procedure.
However, upon closer reflection, something seemed amiss.
Wang Chunqiu, he's a reclusive, legendary healer!
In this era, the concept of seclusion is not just for show; it truly carries a weighty sense of integrity.
Wealth and power cannot corrupt him, nor can force subdue him.
How did the emperor manage to persuade Wang Chunqiu to agree to return?
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
--Wang Chunqiu once treated Xiao Wu's back pain!
Could it be that Xiao Wu acted as matchmaker?
The moment this thought arose, it was deeply etched into my mind and I couldn't shake it off.
"You're afraid they'll steal your skills!" Tang Zhuyun said, feigning nonchalance.
The thought that Wang Chunqiu might be using Director Li's connections to steal his skills is rather unsettling.
"Hmm." The Prince of Jin only responded with a single word, not continuing the topic, but then said, "A-Yun, could you go and see someone for me in a few days?"
"Okay," Tang Zhuyun agreed first, then asked, "Who are we going to see?"
Xiao Pang.
"Him? Fine, why do we have to wait a few more days? He's not in your hands right now?"
"I moved him to the outskirts of Beijing, and I'll personally bring him back in a couple of days."
"Okay," Tang Zhuyun agreed.
"Go to sleep." The Prince of Jin had calmed down enough and reached out to embrace her. "There are many things to do tomorrow."
"Um."
Tang Zhuyun curled up in his arms and fell asleep.
The next day, Tang Zhuyun was talking to Yanran about going to the Great Xiangguo Temple when Xiu'er came running in. "Your Highness, Your Highness, guess what big thing happened at the Qiao Residence?"