Reborn to choose a husband, I will lead the deposed prince to seize my ex-husband’s kingdom

In fact, Zhao Muyun also knew that those remarks were not rumors at all, at least they were probably true.

Chu Yu shook his head and put the bird's nest in Zhao Muyun's hand: "These common people don't know why. The more we suppress them, the more they feel that these remarks are true."

"There are many more people gathered at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion today than yesterday."

"Nowadays, not only are there many people in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but there are also many people joining in the fun on the other side of King Cheng and King Rui."

But after all, because of the majesty of the Tian family, those common people did not dare to directly slander others in front of others.

The corners of Zhao Muyun's mouth curved, revealing a hint of harshness: "Why did they scold King Cheng and King Rui?"

Chu Yu regretted mentioning this, and pursed her lips tightly, not wanting to respond.

But under the pressure of Zhao Muyun's cold gaze, he could only kneel down and explain: "They vaguely seem to be complaining for Xu Mingyue."

Zhao Muyun's hand holding the spoon was so strong that it trembled: "Are these people arranged by the Zhenguo Government?"

How dare Chu Yu dare to answer directly?

All she could do was mess and mud.

"Don't worry, girl, there are only a few of these people. Xu Mingyue's reputation is nothing compared to yours."

"Now that Prince Rui is banned, the position in the East Palace must go to the king, and you must be the future crown princess."

Zhao Muyun's eyebrows were darkened, and with a wave of her hand, the hot bird's nest splashed onto Chu Yu.

Chu Yu's exposed skin turned red in an instant.

Feeling angry, Zhao Muyun brushed everything on the table to the ground.

The tinkling and shattering sound reached Zhao Muyun's ears, and a tearful laughter came out:

"Hahaha, but my fiancé forced me to take the medicine for a month. He didn't stop taking the medicine until it was confirmed that I was not pregnant."

"He won't let me give birth to his legitimate son, how could he let me become his queen?"

As soon as Chu Yu heard the beginning, she crawled on the ground, ready to accept a new round of venting from Zhao Muyun.

The closed door was pushed open from the outside, and Mrs. Zhao appeared in Zhao Muyun's room on crutches.

All the servants in the room retreated, and Mrs. Zhao slapped Zhao Muyun hard on the face.

Seeing that Zhao Muyun still looked confused and had hatred in his eyes, he slapped him again.

The person who was used to being kind-hearted now had a calm look on his face and asked sternly: "Are you awake?"

Zhao Muyun knelt down and hugged Mrs. Zhao's knees, shook her head and cried: "Ancestor, my life is completely ruined."

Mrs. Zhao bent down and hugged Zhao Muyun into her arms: "My son, if you scheme against others, you should naturally plan for others to scheme against you."

"Now that things have happened, you have no other choice but to go down this road."

With tears streaming down her face, Zhao Muyun choked with sobs and said, "But the people of this capital..."

"People in this capital have a habit of being forgetful. If you look at Xu Mingyue's situation a month ago, and then look at her current situation, isn't it enough to prove that only by living well can there be a chance for things to change."

Zhao Muyun raised his head and looked at Mrs. Zhao: "Cousin Kecheng Wang..."

"Don't take it to heart about the disagreement between you and King Cheng."

"Your aunt was only married to a prince back then, so she got some affection from the emperor. Now they are a good couple."

"And you are marrying the future emperor. You cannot expect so-called love. King Cheng is suspicious. You are from the prime minister's house. You and he will only have a defensive and exploitive relationship in your life."

"Old Ancestor, since he and I are destined to have no good results, why should I get married?"

Mrs. Zhao held Zhao Muyun's face with both hands, and her eyes that had seen the waves revealed her yearning for power that was covered by kindness.

"Girl Mu Yun, ask yourself about your heart. Do you really want the heart of King Cheng?"

"Do you really care whether your future husband loves you?"

The despair and confusion in his eyes found an outlet to vent at this moment.

The thick fog cleared, and Zhao Muyun saw the way forward.

She, Zhao Muyun, had many calculations and had all kinds of thoughts, but the only thing that remained untouched was her sincerity.

Her depression during this period was just that she had forgotten her ambition after suffering successive setbacks.

So what if Xie Chongan blames her?

No, I still want to marry her as my concubine.

So what if Xie Chongan didn't want her to give birth to her eldest son?

After getting along with each other every day, there are so many ways in this world, and she will always find an opportunity.

The position of the Crown Princess, the position of the Queen, and the position of the Queen Mother, Zhao Muyun has to take possession of them all.

"Ancestor, when is the wedding date, what preparations do I need to make?"

Mrs. Zhao helped Zhao Muyun stand up: "All preparations have been made. You can take good care of yourself and wait until the 24th of the twelfth lunar month to get married."

Zhao Muyun thought carefully about the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month: "Old ancestor, did Xu Mingyue get her haircut on this day?"

Mrs. Zhao knocked on the table, and her nanny walked in:

"Young girl has such a good memory. Today's wedding is more important than a little girl's hairpin ceremony. The queen has already made preparations. Maybe on that day, the entire town and the Duke's palace will be troubled because they can't find the person to add the hairpin. And exhausted.”

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The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is the Little New Year in Beijing. Anyone with children who have not yet grown up will have a lot of fun on this day.

Xie Qingyao held in his hand the auspicious words of birth and birth that Cijing had come to the mansion in person yesterday, and headed towards the Zhenguo Palace with several loads of festive gifts.

These days, we come to the Duke's Mansion frequently. Not to mention the guards at the gate, even the servants of the Duke's Mansion, big and small, all remember Xie Qingyao, his future uncle.

As for Xie Qingyao, all the servants in the house were looking forward to his coming, but also afraid of his coming.

I'm afraid that the master Xie Qingyao will be harder to get close to than the masters in Zhen Guogong's mansion. Just his appearance will make everything around him cool down a bit.

As for looking forward to Xie Qingyao's coming, it is naturally because whenever he comes to the mansion, Wei Fulu, who follows him, is like a living god of wealth, smiling and scattering coins all the way.

Walking through the atrium, Xie Qingyao saw Xu Minglang, who had been waiting for him early, and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Xu Minglang looked sideways at the red envelope held by Shu Huai, then looked at the burdens behind him, and said in a strange tone:

"His Highness always brings a wild goose with him every time he comes. People who don't know this might think that my Yaoyao is the one who raises wild geese."

Xie Qingyao didn't find Xu Minglang's provocation harsh: "The male and female wild geese mate, and Yueyue and I will be a pair for life. Minglang doesn't understand this, so you can ask me for advice in the future."

Xu Minglang is also very old. Now, let alone a stroke of his eight characters, he doesn't even have a place to put pen to paper.

But Xie Qingyao didn't need to point out these words at all. Xu Minglang's brain could think of them all at once.

Xu Minglang laughed and subconsciously began to think about how to reply to this statement.