Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

The soldiers in front were getting closer and closer, and a piece of red armor could be vaguely seen.

Cheng Fenglou was slightly startled. Could this... be the Red Flame Soldier of the White-Clothed War King?

If you are here to pick up the emperor, why are you wearing armor and holding weapons?

Could it be that something has changed in the capital, and the Thirteenth Prince... has rebelled?

Cheng Fenglou's hand couldn't help but tremble, and he pulled the reins hard. Even though his mistress and master were both powerful martial artists, they could not defeat four people at once. A fearless look flashed across his young face.

"Your Majesty, please get in the car."

Ye Jingyu chuckled. Even if the whole world betrayed him, the emperor's uncle and would not betray him. This was his confidence. Wearing armor and holding heavy weapons was also the highest etiquette of the Red Flame Camp.

In the blink of an eye, the team of people had arrived in front of them. They reined in their horses in a unified manner, then separated to both sides, revealing a figure in a white robe.

The man had a handsome face and extraordinary bearing. He was dressed in white clothes as pure as snow, with fluttering sleeves, making him look like a banished immortal.

He dismounted, walked quickly to the front of the carriage, spread out his robe and knelt on the ground, saying excitedly: "Your servant Ye Zhan, respectfully welcomes the emperor and the empress back to the palace!"

Cheng Fenglou was immediately relieved, but also quite surprised.

Who would have thought that the world-famous Thirteenth Prince Jin is so handsome and young!

Ye Jingyu jumped off the carriage swiftly and reached out to support Ye Zhan.

"Uncle, please get up!"

Yin Qingxuan then walked out and bowed slightly: "Hello, Uncle Thirteen."

Ye Zhan helped to return the gift.

"I pay my respects to Her Majesty the Queen!"

Yin Qingxuan smiled and said, "Your Highness, please excuse me. I wonder how my aunt is doing now. Has she fully recovered?"

The lines on Ye Zhan's face suddenly softened a little.

"Don't worry, Queen. Li'er is much better now. Let's go into the city first."

Ye Jingyu nodded.

"Bring me a horse. It's been a long time since I've been with the emperor's uncle. Let's go for a gallop."

Ye Zhan waved his hand, and someone immediately sent over a tall horse. Looking at the uncle and nephew riding their horses at full speed, Yin Qingxuan curled the corners of her mouth. As expected, she still had the mind of a young man.

"Feng Lou, let's go too. Once we enter the city, I will send you to the Yin family and wait for the emperor to make arrangements."

Cheng Fenglou hurriedly knelt down like them and said respectfully, "Yes, Queen."

The Yin family was already waiting at the city gate, including Yin Li and Baoler. When they saw Yin Qingxuan's carriage entering the city, Yin Zhong couldn't help but burst into tears of joy and held Su Minglan's hand tightly.

"I'm back, I'm finally back!"

When he thought that Yin Qingxuan was not his biological daughter, he felt a little disappointed. Now he could only meet her with the etiquette of monarch and subject, and could no longer address her as father and daughter. When he thought of her appearance as a child, his throat couldn't help but feel sore.

Su Minglan was also very excited. She sniffed and said, "Yes, she's back. The Queen finally returned to Beijing safely."

Yin Ziluo had already rushed over happily.

"Sister, Zhao'er!"

After more than a year, Zi Luo has grown into a big girl, but her personality is still cheerful and lively.

"Aunt~"

Xiao Nanfeng still remembered her and stretched out his warm little hand.

Yin Ziluo took his little nephew and kissed him hard twice.

"Zhao'er has grown so tall now, do you miss your aunt?"

"Think~"

Xiao Nanfeng tilted her little face up and played with her hair. Yin Qingxuan had already quickly got out of the car and greeted Yin Zhong and Su Minglan.

"Qingxuan has met her father and her mother."

After not seeing each other for more than half a year, Yin Zhong has a lot more white hair. The emperor is not in the capital, and the Feiyao Kingdom incident happened. You can imagine the pressure he is under.

Su Minglan's temples were also gray. She had gained some weight and looked more majestic than before, looking like the mistress of a house.

Hearing Yin Qingxuan's address, Su Minglan was slightly startled and couldn't help but look at Yin Zhong, whose eyes were already red.

"Your Majesty, please stand up... How dare this old minister accept the position?"