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

At the same time, thousands of miles away from the imperial capital.

The mountains and wilderness are deep and dark, and the night wind blows through, bringing with it waves of roars and howls from wild beasts.

The innkeeper welcomed three guests who were traveling merchants.

It was Po's idea to change the look.

Because this is a secret trip, the most important thing is to hide it from others.

A few days ago, before setting off, A Bao looked at Xuanyuan Fengran, Zhao Chuance, and Xuan Changdu. One was awe-inspiring and unruly, one was innocent and naive, and one was handsome and gentle.

Although, the clothes of these three people are very ordinary.

But their faces are too eye-catching.

A Bao acted decisively and asked Wanwan for help to disguise the faces of the three people and pretend they were a caravan selling silk.

Wanwan is an expert in disguise, and the innkeeper had no idea that the black-robed man among the three was the man behind the scenes of their Wangcai Inn.

In the shopkeeper's opinion, these three guests looked like they had spent all their money on purchasing goods, so they were short of money and could only book a room upstairs and order the cheapest meals.

The innkeeper was kind enough to give the three guests a plate of braised beef and a pot of wine.

"It's cold in the mountains at night, drink some wine to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, boss. You are so polite."

This simple and honest guest thanked the innkeeper repeatedly and saw him off.

Half an hour later, after dinner, the three traveling merchants' guests found a place in the house to rest.

"I didn't expect that it would be you, King Feng Ran, who would accompany me on this trip."

Zhao Chuance tossed and turned, suffering from a rare insomnia.

The only response to Zhao Chuan Ce's answer was silence in the room.

Only outside the window, in the mountains in early spring, the forest wind howled, which made people inexplicably frightened.

After a long silence, Zhao Chuance, who couldn't sleep, muttered again, "Since I was a child, my father has always disliked the trade routes I talked about. He scolded me for dreaming."

"But Princess Po understands me and knows what I'm saying."

"Sure enough! It's true that I like Princess Po!"

Zhao Chuan Ce muttered to himself, turning his head to look at Xuanyuan Fengran, who was sitting by the window and silently wiping the silver sword in his hand that was shining with a cold light.

"King Feng Ran, I like Princess A Bao, you don't mind, right?"

Xuanyuan Fengran did not stop wiping the snow-white sword blade. He raised his deep black eyes and looked at Zhao Chuan Ce who was a few meters away, and asked casually.

"Does she like you?"

"Liking Princess Abao is my own business!" Zhao Chuan Ce said passionately, "It doesn't matter whether Princess Abao likes me or not!"

"King Feng Ran, for Princess A Bao, let's get along well from now on."

Zhao Chuan Ce looked sincere and said, "As long as you can give me and Princess Abao two days to be alone every month, I will be very happy."

"If Her Royal Highness Princess is willing to agree, I, the King, will naturally have no objection."

Xuanyuan Fengran held the silver sword in his hand, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, as if he was smiling.

But Zhao Chuance, who didn't hear the hidden meaning, was immediately filled with passion, "Of course Princess Abao will agree to me! I'm not greedy! As long as I can be with Princess Abao, that's enough!!"

Xuanyuan Fengran continued to smile: "Oh? Really?"

At this moment, Xuan Changdu, who was packing his bags, had his mind full of the image of the Man-Slaughter King brazenly drawing his sword and the Prince of Zhenxi being killed with blood on the spot.

He moved stealthily, glancing at Xuanyuan Fengran and then at Zhao Chuance.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly: Is this Prince of Zhenxi really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

I wonder if the real master of the East Palace is King Feng Ran?

The next moment, Xuan Changdu heard the Prince of Zhenxi smiling and swearing loudly.

"I like Princess Po the best."

Speak your mind directly, without any concealment, be open and aboveboard.

Zhao Chuan Ce rested his head on his hands, looked at the bed curtains above his head, and exclaimed with sparkling eyes: "According to the saying in my hometown, in the dark night, the star in the sky that guides me home is her; under the scorching sun, the handful of cool spring water in my hand is her; in the spring in Western Xinjiang, the first peach blossom that blooms is her!"

"Princess Po is the best."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Changdu looked at Xuanyuan Fengran meaningfully.

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes were dark and heavy, and it was difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry, and they were very complicated.

That night, it was dark by the window and the cold wind was howling.

Xuanyuan Fengran never stopped wiping the sharp sword in his hand.

Even the Empress Wenying, who had made great achievements and left her name in history, had a harmonious relationship with her master at the beginning. However, after a few years, Empress Wenying still took concubines one after another, so that in her later years, there was a disaster of two sons competing for the throne.

Once she sits on the imperial throne in Taiji Palace, she will be the master of Daqi.

The imperial power is in his hands and the country is at his feet.

If one day——

Xuanyuan Fengran looked silently at the sleeping Zhao Chuance.

The Prince of Zhenxi has never concealed his love for Abao.

She always called her Princess Abao sincerely and passionately, like a fire in her heart.

Confessions of feelings accumulated over time.

What if one day, Abao became interested in the Prince of Zhenxi?