After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Concubine Wen tucked in the corners of the quilt and gently patted it to coax her little daughter to sleep.

Then, Concubine Wen started telling a bedtime story.

Ever since Abao could remember, there were many things that Concubine Wen never hesitated to let her know.

Therefore, when Abao was still a soft and sticky little ball many years ago, the words Concubine Wen said before she went to bed made her understand the cruelty of the struggle for the throne, not only in the previous dynasty, but also in the harem.

Concubine Wen told Xiao Abao.

——Yan, Hui, Xuan, Xu, Wu, your father already has five sons.

——Your father is young and strong, and he has many concubines in the harem. In the future, it is inevitable that there will be more princes in this palace. Given your father's arbitrary and suspicious temperament, in a dozen years, when your brothers grow up, there will be a dispute over who will be the crown prince of the East Palace.

In this fight for the throne in Taiji Hall, many people will die in this palace.

Concubine Wen was afraid. Although she was walking on thin ice, she only had one daughter and could not get in the way of the empress and other concubines. She also tried her best to win some favor from the emperor, so she could live a stable life with her daughter in Guanju Palace.

Concubine Wen unpacked her worries bit by bit and patiently explained them to her little daughter.

——If I were to meet my brother and return to Guanju Palace, my mother would become a concubine with a prince.

——Her Majesty the Queen, and the concubines in the palaces who have given birth to princes are not easy to mess with.

——In the future, when the battle for the throne is over, dear Abao, both mother and daughter will be involved. If we are not careful, both mother and daughter will be buried with the emperor.

Finally, Concubine Wen sighed softly.

——Mother only wants you to grow up safely, move out of the palace and build a princess residence in the future, and never come back to this cannibalistic palace.

Little Abao, who was overcome by sleepiness, was dazed and only heard clearly the last sentence of Concubine Wen.

Never come back to this cannibalistic palace.

Little Po nodded in his sleep, not quite understanding. Well, he didn't want to stay in this palace.

The little uncle told me many stories. In those stories, the sky was high and the earth was vast.

In the north, there are vast grasslands, lonely smoke and sunset, and cattle and sheep everywhere; in the south, there are green willows and misty waves, small bridges and flowing water, and it is like spring all year round; on the shore of the East China Sea, there are thousands of ships competing, and the vast ocean and sky are connected; and in the west, there are 100,000 miles of mountains, with towering mountains and ridges stretching endlessly...

The soft and sticky little ball in the dream is so happy.

I want to earn a lot of money, build a big ship, take my mother, my little brother, and my little uncle along the river, and travel all over the world~

This memory haunted Po for a long time.

Little Abao, who was just a little dumpling at that time, never doubted that it was actually Concubine Wen who personally asked the old emperor for favor.

Later, the old emperor ordered that the young fifth prince Xuanyuan Wu be handed over to Concubine Wen for upbringing.

Little Po was happy about this for a long time.

Until the gears of fate turned, just as Concubine Wen had predicted, the tragedy of the struggle for the throne among the princes revealed the bloody and cruel true face of imperial power.

Little Abao witnessed the charred corpse under the old locust tree with her own eyes, and she was finally shocked to realize that her fifth brother actually also wanted the throne in the Tai Chi Hall.

Later, just like in his previous life, he could kill her for the throne.

Even in this life when she was reborn, she used hypothesis to test Xuanyuan Wu, but Xuanyuan Wu still chose to kill her.

Po was smiling and crying in his dream.

When Abao woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh. The breeze was gentle and blew the layers of clouds in the bedroom, making it seem like a dream.

For a moment, Abao felt as if he was still dreaming.

Until Hongxiu pulled her and cried with joy, and muttered that she had to tell Concubine Wen quickly, and rushed out of the door and went straight to Guanju Palace.

A Bao finally understood vaguely, yes, he was back.

On the other side, Hongxiu disappeared in a flash.

On this side, A Bao retracted his gaze and asked Lu Lang, only to find out that she had been in a daze in her sleep, had a high fever, and was talking nonsense.

A Bao asked, "What did I say?"

Seeing Abao wake up, Lulang was also very happy, with joy in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Lu Lang smiled and joked, "Your Highness, you were mumbling something, and I didn't hear it clearly. But Your Highness, you must have a fever and you are crying."

A Bao felt a dull pain in his heart and stopped talking.

After lunch, not long after, Doctor Zhang came on Concubine Wen's orders to take Abao's pulse.