Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 304

If you, Your Highness, were to die, I would never personally send you on your way. The Emperor personally tastes the soup and food for the young prince and princess before allowing them to eat; I don't believe you could possibly do that. For the sake of the Emperor, I will not give you the chance…

Changting and Zhongli are lessons learned; we cannot disappoint the Emperor again…

[Beauty's Smile: Chapter 121]

"Zeng Zhen, doesn't this feel strange?"

"What? Why aren't you paying attention to Master Gu? Why are you talking nonsense with him!"

Wei Zhen leaned closer to him mysteriously: "The Emperor's behavior is very unusual."

"Is his abnormality related to you?" Zeng Zhen waved the herbs in her hand, not taking Wei Zhen's words to heart.

Wei Zhen, never one to back down with a shocking statement, said: "I suspect that the mistress is not dead!"

Zeng Zhen put the medicinal herbs away and prepared to go back to the room: Wei Zhen had been spending too much time with his master, and his nerves were starting to malfunction.

"Hey, hey! Where are you going!" Help him analyze the current situation.

Zeng Zhen said shrewdly, "If Zhongli makes a move, do you think anyone will survive? If he can't even handle this simple matter, Zhongli wouldn't have been the Shadow Master for so many years."

"There will always be unexpected events!" It's impossible to be right every time.

"I have no doubt that something unexpected might happen." Anyone familiar with the Sikong Mansion would not doubt that something unexpected might happen.

“I even suspect that those two brats in the royal family have something to do with each other.”

"Outrageous." Zeng Zhen lost all interest in talking to him and went straight into the house.

Wei Zhen shamelessly squeezed in, grinning wickedly, "Suspicion is not the same as stating the facts."

"Your suspicions are unnecessary. Don't forget that those two children were born at the end of the fourteenth year of Emperor Renguang's reign, and the mistress died..."

Zeng Zhen quickly shut up. Wei Zhen gasped. Zeng Zhen glanced around cautiously and whispered:

"The mistress disappeared in the thirteenth year of Emperor Renguang's reign. What can you doubt? Even if the mistress were alive, those two children could not have been the mistress's."

Wei Zhen shook his head: "No, I just feel that those two children are strange. First, why does the Emperor dote on them so much? Second, are they the kind of people who would lose their minds for a lookalike substitute?"

Zeng Zhen's increasingly white beard said, "Whether it looks like him or not is not for you to decide. Do you think our master would become the kind of person he is today? Isn't everything predetermined?"

Wei Zhen pressed on, "Why did the Emperor suddenly summon Qi Zhi to see the master, and then he died after the meeting? Don't you think something is amiss?"

Speaking of his grand-disciple, Zeng Zhen sighed regretfully: "Qi Zhi hanged himself, what a pity... what a pity..."

Wei Zhen tugged at his white hair in annoyance: "I'm asking you something, what are you regretting!"

Zeng Zhen turned around, a strand of hair slipping from Wei Zhen's hand. His expression showed no displeasure; here, strength was everything, and Zeng Zhen didn't believe he had the power to retaliate against Wei Zhen.

"What could be suspicious? It's highly possible he took the opportunity to meet the Emperor while the Consort was seriously ill." His foolish grand-disciple idolizes the patriarch; such recklessness is entirely plausible. Sigh! --Qi Zhi is the successor he's chosen! What a pity -- what a pity --!

"In short, I just feel like there's something wrong!" And it's a big problem!

"Go ahead and doubt it. I'll go and brew the medicine for my master."

"Go! Go!" He needed to think again, to figure out exactly where the problem lay...

I took a sip of tea and glanced at the two children who dared not move: Ao Ao and Qian Qian sat at the back of their seats, looking at me with restraint.

I leisurely sip my tea. See? I'm a celebrity.

"mother……"

I glared at the girl who had spoken, and she retorted. I nodded in satisfaction: I'm not mentally prepared yet, so there's no need to rush to call out.

"I want to go back to my room to sleep."

I looked out the door. Qianqing hadn't finished his court session yet. I had taken advantage of his absence to kick those two guys out of bed. "Sit down." The tea leaves swirled in the cup. I gently blew on the tea blossoms, and the tea leaves scattered, creating ripples that splashed against the cup.

"Can……"

"Quiet, I don't like noise." I put the tea in Lian'er's hand, leaned back in my chair and dozed off. Getting up too early makes me sleepy.

"Bring me a blanket." (I'm taking a nap.)

"Yes, Your Majesty."

...

I nestled into the soft recliner, glanced at the little one sitting upright in a precarious position, rolled my eyes, and tried to catch up on my sleep: I still couldn't accept the fact that I was a mother.

What's even more unacceptable is that the child's father is clearly Chou Qian, so why does he call Qian Qing "father"?

I shivered and tucked my head under the blanket to practice the Thousand-Year Divine Turtle Technique.

...

Qianqian looked at Aoao: "What about us?"

Ao Ao shook his head, knowing only that his mother hadn't let them leave.

Qianqian yawned in an unladylike manner: "Sleepy." At this time of day, she would usually be sound asleep in her warm bed.

Ao Ao stretched and yawned along with Qian Qian, then sat down and said, "--You go to sleep." His sister could go back to her room first; he was a man and he had to watch over their mother and help her chase away the bad guys.