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

With so many things on his mind, Abao couldn't make sense of it even after copying the scriptures several times.

I saw the sun setting in the west and the afterglow of the sun slanting down.

A Bao shredded the first bamboo shoots he dug up from Jishou Mountain and cooked steamed wild pigeon with bamboo shoots himself.

In addition, we also prepared stir-fried sea cucumber slices, cold tofu and shredded chicken, diced duck and snow sprout soup, stir-fried bracken, and whitebait cooked with wine lees.

Finally, we steamed sweet date almond cake and peach blossom milk custard.

Princess Huimin looked envious.

"I said, I should have given birth to a daughter." Princess Huimin envied: "No problem, that boy only knows to ask, 'Mother, when are we going to eat?' Unlike Abao, look, this table is full of dishes, all for you, the emperor's sister-in-law."

Concubine Wen smiled and said, "She is both my niece and my daughter-in-law, so she is my biological daughter."

After hearing this, Princess Huimin smiled even more happily.

Concubine Wen looked at the wound on the corner of Abao's lip meaningfully.

In fact, she noticed this injury early in the morning.

Concubine Wen mistakenly thought that the person who stayed in the inner hall of the East Palace last night was Xie Wuai, so she gently reminded him: "A Bao... although you are young and hot-tempered, don't play too much."

After saying this, Princess Huimin also looked at Abao.

Concubine Wen and Princess Huimin, both beautiful ladies in palace dresses, smiled meaningfully.

Po's cheeks felt hot, and he put his fist to his lips, pretending to cough.

"Ahem! Mother, you and the Imperial Aunt, please try this bamboo shoot and see how it tastes."

Concubine Wen took out the wine that was brewed during the first snow of last year.

Princess Huimin suggested a drinking game, and under the bright moonlight, everyone drank happily.

After seeing Princess Huimin off from the palace, Abao returned to the wine table.

Concubine Wen was already a little tipsy. She leaned against the couch and quietly looked at the moon outside the palace window.

The sound of piano came from Nanxun Palace not far away.

That was Concubine Rou's zither, and the sound was as charming as a charm, showing the graceful and charming demeanor of the player.

Right now, it was just the mother and daughter alone.

A Bao could see that Concubine Wen was worried, and couldn't help but worry, "What is mother thinking about? Is it because of father's punishment, or is it because of the concubine Rou in Nanxun Palace?"

Concubine Wen raised her hand and called Abao to her side. Her smile was gentle, but very sad.

"A deposed crown prince never has a good ending."

"Don't bother me, mother. I have my own way to solve the problem of Concubine Li Jia."

A Bao tried to comfort Concubine Wen.

But Concubine Wen just gently stroked Abao's face and said distressedly: "You are my mother's daughter. No matter what, I have to help you."

A Bao always felt that there was something behind Concubine Wen's words.

But before she could think deeply, Concubine Wen smiled drunkenly and said, "Life in this palace is too hard to endure."

"Thank goodness for you, the days just get by like this."

Upon hearing this, A Bao felt uncomfortable thinking of the death of Concubine Wen in his previous life.

Not long after Abao ascended the throne, he encountered a flood in the south of the Yangtze River.

She went to Jiangnan in person to inspect the disaster, but she did not expect that on the night she left, Concubine Wen suddenly fell seriously ill. When she hurried back to the imperial capital, she only saw Concubine Wen who had passed away.

The thought that Concubine Wen would die of illness in two years made me feel depressed.

Although his heart ached, A Bao had to endure the pain and comforted him, "Life in the palace will become more and more interesting... Mother, you will have a granddaughter to hold."

"Oh! Yes! I still have to hold my little grandson."

Being drunk, even the usually gentle and elegant Concubine Wen smiled childishly: "The child must look like you. A cute little ball of white jade."

"Especially the eyes, bright and clean."

As she spoke, Concubine Wen pinched Abao's face and smiled with drunken eyes: "But you have to pray hard that your daughter's temper won't be like yours, and she will tear the roof off the house if she doesn't get beaten for three days."

Perhaps because of the mother-daughter relationship, Abao always felt that Concubine Wen was very strange tonight.

Could it be that my mother is hiding something from me?

A Bao was about to ask for clarification, but Concubine Wen beat him to it.

Concubine Wen glanced at the wound on the corner of Abao's lips without leaving any trace, and cautiously asked, "It's been a long time since the wedding. You and Yun Zheng? What are your plans?"

When Xiao Yunzheng was mentioned, A Bao was stunned.

What are your plans with Xiao Yunzheng?

For a moment, Abao was completely at a loss for words.

Concubine Wen reminded, "I heard that Yun Zheng has been taking medicine recently. The sweet date almond cake and the peach blossom milk soup you cooked tonight both tasted very good."

"Take it to Yun Zheng."

Po was urged to leave.

But when she turned around, she couldn't help it after all.

"Someone recently told me that the girl from the Wen family that King Xiao wanted to marry was actually..."

"Don't bring up the past, lest it cause trouble again."

Concubine Wen interrupted Abao, her smile gradually fading: "Abao, whoever mentioned that to you must have had ulterior motives."

In fact, Abao regretted the moment he said it.

But Concubine Wen was too calm, which made her feel incredible.

"Mother, don't you hate it?"

Upon hearing this, Concubine Wen turned sideways and looked at the silver moon outside the window.

Not far away, the sound of the piano from Nanxun Palace continued to drift into Guanju Palace with the evening breeze.

After a long silence, Concubine Wen finally just murmured.

"It's in the past."