The Taichu Palace was quite a bit cold at night.

A wisp of a flute sounded suddenly, like an invisible hand, disrupting the night.

The palace staff on watch first frowned, lest someone who did not know how to die had disturbed the Heavenly Prince's peaceful sleep, but immediately realized that the one playing the flute was none other than Chunjia.

He halfopened the temple window, overlooking the court full of obscure moonlight, jade flute across the lips, if swallowing if weeping, like mourning, but also full of detachment and indifference.

As if telling a story of great pathos and coldness.

However it has nothing to do with the flute player.

The steward listened to the sound of the flute, whispered to order the waiting courtiers to be more careful, do not make a commotion, disturbing the emperor's pleasure.

But Junka wasn't really in a bad mood at the moment.

Plagiarizing Yunfeng Huang s tactics are very useful, no matter what Empress Dowager Yuan thinks in her heart at this moment, it is impossible to prevent Yuan Neemiang mother and son from becoming the past in this palace, and from now on, they have disappeared.

Now that the purpose had been achieved, he didn't bother to think about it any more.

After all, Yuan Neimiang or her child whose name he had temporarily named Gong Xiang Thuo in order to impress Empress Yuan, neither of them was actually a very important person to Chun Jia this was a secret that only he himself had in his heart, and had not revealed it to anyone.

Nor can it be revealed.

If Empress Yuan was initially disliked by Yuan Neem Niang, but during the long time together, she unconsciously fell in love with this niece, forgetting the annoyance of being coerced by Yuan when she agreed to this marriage; Chun Jia, from the beginning to the end, treated Yuan Neem Niang with respect and distanced herself from her.

The problem was that the then Empress Yuan couldn't refuse Yuan, and he, on the other hand, couldn't refuse Empress Yuan.

He knew early on that he was not Empress Yuan's biological son, and this was not the work of any servant who spoke out of turn or Empress Qu, but came from his full grandmother, Empress Fuyang Zhuang.

Almost remember when, Yuan dowager brought him to give Zhuang dowager consort, Zhuang dowager consort indifferently looked at them, in front of Yuan dowager consort, said, "In the end is not your own birth, the appearance is more like the birth mother ... is more than my son when he was a child, but also handsome a few points."

Then as if he didn't see Empress Yuan's pale face as well as Chun Jia's clueless bewilderment, he served tea with a smile to send off the guests the corners of his eyes were plainly intentional and malicious.

That's not all.

One day after the death of Prince Fuyang Duanwang and during the funeral, the sickly Dowager Consort Zhuang took advantage of Empress Yuan's efforts to greet the condolence guests and had someone bring Chunjia to herself.

The young Chunjia is very afraid, although he is the only grandson of the Zhuang Tai Fei, but because he is a concubine, according to the rules can not inherit the throne, and not by the Zhuang Tai Fei treat.

Except for the annual festival to ask for peace, everyday his first grandmother did not even want him to step into the main courtyard.

It was the first and last time he would face this grandmother alone.

Although Empress Yuan has been in front of him to cover up for Empress Zhuang, saying that Empress Dowager actually still likes him very much just as a person just seems to be more severe clouds ..., but he was forced to enter the inner room, in the strong smell of medicine and the strange body odor of the old man who is going to die in trembling and kowtowing to ask for good health, but he still has an instinctive fear and nervousness.

"I'm dying, although I don't like you, in the end is my son's only blood." Zhuang daffodil but a change from the previous cold to him, take the initiative to speak, "therefore intends to urge you some."

At a loss for words, Junjia kowtowed, not daring to make a sound.

He subconsciously shivered when he heard the maid in the room, who had served Dowager Consort Zhuang for her entire life, cover her mouth and let out a suppressed voice that she tried her best to hold down.

The Zhuang Tai Fei didn't pay any attention to these, and only said to herself, "After my death, this royal family will be headed by Yuan, you are her dependence as a concubine, and she won't treat you thinly on the scene, at least not before you have a son. But if you don't want to be her puppet and obey her for the rest of your life, and live or die by her, you must remember what I said my Gongxiang clan's descendants, even if they are only commoners, are not something that can be taken advantage of by a woman from the Fuyang Yuan clan!"

Junka didn't say anything.

He didn't know what to say?

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhuang didn't need him to answer, and said, "Since you were awarded the title of son, Fuyang Yuan has hinted several times that she wants to betroth her daughter to you, but I have stopped her. But now that I'm about to die, Yuan will surely help her family, but no one will be able to refuse this for you. The girl they want to marry you to, I've sent people to inquire about her, but she's really not good enough, not to mention being worthy of you, even if she's worthy of a steward in this house, she's not qualified."

She grimaced coldly, "But after I die and Yuan tells you about this, you'll just agree to it. After all, if you don't agree, she has ways to make you have to marry her niece over."

"... Mother Consort is very good to her grandson." Junjia retorted boldly.

He was too young at this time and didn't really understand much of this, only vaguely sensing that his grandmother was badmouthing Empress Yuan.

Mrs. Zhuang smiled coldly at her words, and did not reprimand, only said faintly, "When some days, you and her niece betrothed, she will inevitably take over the house to cultivate feelings with you, at that time, you and watch, she is more heartbroken you, or is it her own niece?"

Mentioning Chunjia's future fiancée, the Imperial Consort smiled oddly, "She chose a notsoexceptionallooking one for you among all her nieces, which is also considered a bit conscientious."

These words even young Chunjia also feel wrong, just do not wait for him to ask, next to a mother sobbing said, "son, the dowager consort is your full grandmother, even if you do not allow you to come to the main courtyard, but also has a reason, the heart of how can you not worry about you? This moment's exhortation, I am afraid that ... Shizi later want to hear, also can not hear ... Shizi just do not say, just listen to the imperial concubine's stop!"

Chun Jia lowered his head, his heart was a little confused and a little terrified, he definitely didn't like Mrs. Zhuang very much, after all, this grandmother had never been cold to him, and although Empress Yuan hadn't taught him to alienate himself from his grandmother, she hadn't taught him to be close to her either.

The Zhuang Tai Fei in his eyes was actually not much better than a stranger.

But it was his own grandmother, after all.

The country's dynasty is ruled by filial piety, and at his age he has already been exposed to it, so it is impossible for him to be indifferent when his own grandmother is about to die.

Mrs. Zhuang was indifferent, still saying, "You are gifted and smart, and your body is strong. In the future, study hard and don't fall behind in martial arts. When you grow up, who is right and who is wrong, do not need people to say to you, you should also understand. This counts only ten years of work, I heard that you have a qualitative since childhood, never need to supervise the school work, the teacher all praise you, is not this a little bit of patience? That also deserves you to have no good end in the future!"

She said slowly, "You are too young now, empty status but no ability, all things can only count on Yuan ... but you can not count on her all your life!"

"A tree is born from the end of a thread; a ninetiered platform starts from the soil. I only want you to remember this sentence, no matter what, no matter how many people tell you good words, no matter how many people flatter you after you undertake the throne do nothing can also be rich and noble life, do not listen, do not believe, when you have nothing, as far as possible to consult those of your western chairmengrow up a little more, Yuan does not care about you, you should learn to give yourself to run the virtuous reputation!"

"In that case, in a decade or two, I'm sure, you'll thank me."

For the first time in her life, Mrs. Zhuang showed a smile to her own grandson, but there was not much comfort or goodwill, she only emphasized slowly and methodically, "Make good use of your strength, and strive for an early date that does not rely on your mother's consort, or Yuan's, or even the Fuyang royal family, you can also be based between this heaven and earth, and when the time comes, you'll surely be able to thank me for it."

She smiled, gesturing for the mom, who was not far away, to help herself, and with a slight effort, she reached out and touched the top of Junjia's hair.

Unaccustomed to her touch, Junjia subconsciously tried to avoid it, only to freeze in midavoidance.

He felt his grandmother's hands filled with cold, wet sweat, almost wiping his hands with his own hair, but he didn't dare say anything to hide the discomfort, he tilted his head slightly sideways, but just in time to see that his mother tilted her head as well, skimming the crystals from the corners of her eyes.

This kind of scene quickly reminded him of a few days ago, when he was also like this, kneeling in front of his sickbed, watching a room full of people shedding tears as he sent his biological father, Fuyang Duan Wang, away.

Chunjia was lost in thought for a moment, so he didn't hear clearly what Tai Consort Zhuang said next, and when he came back to his senses, the Tai Consort had already finished, "... Anyway, you go down."

He naturally didn't dare to let the dowager consort say it again, so he gave a haphazard promise, kowtowed and busied himself with walking out.

But when he went out, he realized that the dowager princess had only let him out of the inner room, but not out of the main courtyard.

And soon an underling came out and set up a fire pit under the corridor, so that he could kneel and burn paper for Fuyang Duanwang.

At that time the day is still very cold, Chunjia although wearing a fur coat, but the corridor is permeable to the wind on three sides, the consort did not call anything pads, the bottom of the people do not dare to give him something.

It didn't take long to kneel like this before he felt a little overwhelmed.

The mother who had previously helped Mrs. Zhuang in the house came out and asked someone to watch the door before she took off her own kangshi to pad him and whispered, "Shizi bear with it, after a while when the Wangfei comes, it'll be fine."

Chunjia was ignorant at that time, thinking that he had displeased his grandmother and was being punished; he was not close to the Dowager Consort Zhuang, and was certainly restrained towards the Dowager Consort's close attendant, and gently said thank you, not taking any other words.

That mother, however, stood by the side and did not go, fixedly looking at him, and after a while said, "Shizi was born with his birth mother, but this chin, alive and well, is the appearance of the king."

Junka gave her a sideways glance, a little confused as to why she suddenly said that?

He'd seen this mom before, but the other man had never looked him in the eye, let alone initiated conversation.

"... Shizi's things over the years, the Imperial Concubine knows them all like the back of her hand." That mom concluded, "As for why it is not obvious on the surface, when Shizi is older, he will naturally understand. After this day's matter, when the son goes back, please be careful to tell the crown princess. Better yet, don't mention a single word."

And then she went in.

After a long time the little maid rushed in to report, that mom came out and quickly took away the kanji under Chunjia's kneessoon after that, Empress Yuan came in with dipping willow to greet the Dowager Consort, and saw Chunjia alone under the corridor burning paper, and couldn't hide the anger on her face.

The day of the motherinlaw and daughterinlaw how a tear law Chun Jia is not too clear, after all, are to face, Fuyang Duan Wang bones are not cold, he this son is still outside, can not be noisy everyone knows.

Anyway, when his grandmother's first mother quarreled, he was outside thinking hard should he tell Empress Yuan what his grandmother had urged him to do?

Then he decided to tell, after all, it was ultimately Empress Yuan who was more trustworthy compared to Dowager Consort Zhuang.

It was only then that he opened his mouth and said, "Mother Consort, Grandmother said that after her death, you would betroth your cousin to me?"

Empress Yuan just turned pale and hugged him, asking repeatedly, "What else did she say? Did she dictate words to you?!"

This hasty attitude makes Chun Jia ghostly, shook his head, "Grandmother then said cousin is not good, but child wants to listen to mother consort s ... grandmother let child go out to burn paper for father."

Queen Yuan's distinctly relieved this time missing the confession and turning around he temporarily forgot about it.

By the time he thought about it, it was already at the funeral service of Mrs. Zhuang.

After the funeral ceremony, Chunjia felt that the mother consort was still treating him well, and wanted to find Empress Yuan to confess, but as a result, before he could say anything to his first mother, Empress Yuan asked him with a smile, "The mother consort is going to take your cousin over to stay for a few days, okay?"

He hesitated to say yes and said nothing more.

He thought it was only a matter of days, so he might as well take a look at his cousin's situation and determine whether his grandmother's words were true or false.

Later ... after seeing Yuan Neem Niang, Chunjia knew that Zhuang Tai Fei s words were not to be told to Empress Yuan in this life.