Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Jun Zeyuan nodded with a smile!

He made a gesture of permission towards Hua Shengsheng.

After leaving Wenqing Hall, the cold wind sobered Zhuang Biyao up a bit. She held onto Grand Tutor Zhuang's arm and murmured, "This winter is especially cold this year!"

Master Zhuang nodded: "Indeed, the sky has changed!"

Bochang Hou stepped forward and stood beside Master Zhuang: "Prince Ming is in such a bad condition now. If the Fourth Prince becomes the Crown Prince, I don't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse for the Eastern Zhou Dynasty!"

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse for you and me, so we should make plans as soon as possible!"

Bo Changhou nodded: "That makes sense, let's go!"

Hua Shengsheng looked at Zhuang Biyao with a smile on his face: "You are the granddaughter of Master Zhuang. Thank you for cheering for my father just now!"

Zhuang Biyao gathered her cloak and breathed, "Why thank me? My Lord is so brave and invincible. I should cheer him on. That's my duty!"

"Let's go, Yao'er!"

The crowd walked away on the snowy road!

In the bumpy carriage, Yang Rongxin sat in the carriage with a gloomy face and extremely cold eyes: "I didn't expect that bitch is not dead, she is not dead, I spent so much effort and tortured her for so long, why is she not dead yet!"

Yang Rongyan covered her ears, and waited until Yang Rongxin finished her roar before letting go of her ears. She said calmly, "Sister, why are you so angry? If she's not dead, then she's not dead. That means she's not destined to die!"

"joke!"

Yang Rongxin sneered: "She shouldn't die? I'm going to kill her, damn bitch..."

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Inside Wenqing Hall...

Yang Susu watched the courtiers leave and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She lowered her head, pursed her lips into a line, and folded her hands slightly at her sides, but her eyes were filled with astonishment.

It was because the twins born to the eldest princess were not normal fetuses.

Yang Susu wanted to give up, but an old voice in her mind told her that she had to save them!

That voice, solemn, mysterious and old, had an irresistible magic to Yang Susu.

But she is powerless now, how can she save them?

At this moment, the Queen Mother showed a rare expression of joy on her face: "Slave, go and bring the twins out, so I can see them!"

Emperor Wen Zhao was also happy and said, "Yes, yes, yes, go and bring it out quickly. I want to see if it looks like me!"

Concubine Xiao laughed sweetly: "Your Majesty, the child born by the eldest princess will definitely look like the eldest princess or Prince Consort Zhang, how can it look like you!"

Jun Minrong also smiled: "Mother, you are wrong. There are many nephews who look like their uncles!"

Yang Susu looked at the smiles on everyone's faces and couldn't help but sigh: "Liuyun, bring the child out!"

“Wow wow wow, wow wow wow…”

Liuyun came out holding a box, with a look of deep fear in his slender eyes!

Her steps were unsteady and her hands were trembling slightly. When she reached the center of Wenqing Hall, she hurriedly put down the box and stood far away from it, as if there was a monster inside the box!

Looking at Liuyun's expression, everyone couldn't help but look at the box curiously!

The Queen Mother looked puzzled: "Why did you put my grandson in the box? How shameful! Shannu, quickly pick him up and let me see him!"

Zhang Jizhong also stepped forward and said: "How can you put the child in the box? It will suffocate him!"

He glanced at Yang Susu and Liuyun unhappily!

Yang Susu sighed slightly and stepped aside!

Jun Yichen, who felt a little better, looked up at Liuyun, who was panic-stricken, with fear in his eyes and trembling all over, and frowned.

He turned to look at Yang Susu, only to see that she was calm, but worry was evident in her eyes!

Yang Susu noticed the gaze on her and couldn't help but look back. She suddenly met his starry eyes and quickly lowered her head!

The baby in the box cried loudly.

Yang Susu listened to the crying of the baby in the box, and a trace of depression flashed across her face. Whose old voice was that? How could she protect the twins...