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

The morning light in the sky has not yet appeared.

The window screens of the flower shop in the dark were already covered with a layer of cold dew.

It seems like it's getting colder.

Before Xuanyuan Fengran left, he had already stuffed a hand warmer into his son Abao's arms, but he still felt uneasy, so he left a bottle of pain-relieving medicine.

"If you feel a headache or discomfort, take one."

"Alright, alright! I'm not made of porcelain. I'll break if I hit it."

Before he could finish his words, Po's cheek was gently pinched by his black-robed uncle.

"Don't be stubborn. If you feel uncomfortable, call me in."

"Yes, my most powerful backer, the Emperor's uncle!"

A Bao curved his eyebrows slightly, smiled sweetly, and nodded in agreement.

When Wanwan brought the person in, she was holding a hand warmer, but her expression was indifferent.

Across the tea table, I looked at my grandfather whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

She noticed that the usually leisurely old dean now looked sad, as if he had a lot of worries on his mind.

But the old man's directness to the point was as usual.

"No matter who he is, you are sisters after all." Thinking back to what his little daughter said, Elder Wen advised, "Why should you hurt the harmony between sisters for a man?"

Unexpectedly, the granddaughter, who was always well-behaved, remained silent.

Elder Wen had no choice but to advise: "The election has already been held in the East Palace, and there is no shortage of people in your palace. Since he has already had a relationship with Jingyue, you might as well let nature take its course and make them happy."

At this point, Abao, who had almost crushed the teacup, finally spoke: "There is one thing I don't understand."

Elder Wen stroked his white beard and said, "Ask."

Ah Bao had been trying to hold back his discomfort for a long time, but he couldn't help himself in the end, sneering and sarcastically saying, "Back in Bailu Mountain, my sister climbed onto the bed of her future brother-in-law. You know about this, right?"

"Did you say the same thing back then?"

"——We are all sisters, there is no need to hurt the harmony between sisters because of a man?"

"You teach and answer questions, why don't you answer mine too?" A Bao looked directly at Elder Wen, whose expression changed slightly, and said sarcastically, "Do you really think this is just a matter of fighting over a man?"

It was obvious that Xiao Jingyue was plotting against her.

But my grandfather wanted to switch things up and say that both parties were wrong.

"Since you have such an extraordinary ability to smooth things over, why don't you try being a bricklayer?"

Only then did Elder Wen suddenly realize——

His eldest granddaughter, who had always been gentle, could actually speak with sharp words.

Next to the flower shop, Xuanyuan Fengran took advantage of the opportunity and sent a maid to deliver snacks.

"Madam, here are freshly baked butter-fried snails, silver thread cakes, and yam cakes." The maid remembered her master's instructions: "They are all sweet and sour. Please try them."

A Bao was too lazy to waste any more words and went straight to the point.

Wanwan looked at his wife and immediately understood what she meant. He took out the thick stack of confessions from the desk and considerately handed over the thickest one.

"Three years ago, Miss Yao was raped by a flower thief while she was on her way to the mountain to worship."

"The Yao family is keeping silent in order to protect their daughter's reputation."

"Who would have thought that a month later, the flower thief would be caught and confess in prison about the crimes he had committed against Miss Yao."

Old Wen was not a stupid old man. When he heard this, he knew something strange was going on.

A flower thief is in jail, and now is the time to settle accounts for his past crimes.

They must rack their brains to reduce the punishment.

How can anyone claim it voluntarily? That would be like asking for death.

But A-Bao remained calm, noting Old Man Wen's reaction before continuing.

"Even if this matter was confessed, the case file should have been sealed."

"But the news leaked out again."

"Miss Yao couldn't stand the gossip and hanged herself at home."

After talking about the old case, A Bao's expression became calmer: "Three years ago, it happened that Empress Xiao was selecting a concubine for the third prince, and Miss Yao was among the candidates."

After hearing this, Mr. Wen already had something in mind.

But he still didn't believe that Xiao Jingyue had used such a vicious trick.

Seeing this, Abao picked up the hot ginseng tea and took a sip to calm himself.

Xiao Linglai and Xiao Jingyue live under the same roof and know the inside story of many things.

The thick confession at this moment was considered extremely lucky, and it was still possible to find real evidence. Over the years, Princess Xiao had eliminated all the insiders in order to eliminate future troubles, and more witnesses and evidence were already like looking for a needle in a haystack.

What's worse, there is no evidence at all.

"Two years ago, Miss Chen was invited by Xiao Jingyue to the palace to appreciate chrysanthemums, but she unexpectedly became a couple with Xiao Er. Later, Xiao Jingyue begged Princess Xiao for help, and only then did Miss Chen marry Xiao Er. To this day, Miss Chen is still grateful to Xiao Jingyue for pleading for her, otherwise she would have died. But Xiao Jingyue's maid confessed..."

"In fact, Xiao Er took a fancy to Miss Chen, and Xiao Jingyue helped Xiao Er achieve his wish by drugging her best friend and sending her to Xiao Er's bed."

Just talking about this made Abao feel extremely disgusted.

Through the mist of tea, she looked at Old Wen who was holding the thick confession in his hand.

The old man was just in disbelief.

The tea room suddenly fell into silence.

Old Wen felt that the confession in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he dared not open it.

There are probably dozens of evil things among these.

How many people were ruined?

Until, half a while later.

Wen Lao was not only depressed, but also exhausted: "If you want to pay with your life, let me, an old man, do it."

Old Wen struggled, but finally made up his mind.

"But the baby in her belly is always innocent." Elder Wen sighed, "Abao, you should allow Jingyue to give birth to the baby."

Holding the medicine bottle tightly, Abao flatly refused.

"I will wipe out his biological father's clan."

"I won't keep him."

Upon hearing this, Old Wen looked at Abao in shock.

However, he found that his eldest granddaughter's expression was surprisingly calm, almost indifferent.

Elder Wen was shocked and blurted out, "You are different from before."

A Bao chuckled indifferently: "If there is a difference, there is indeed one thing, that is--"

“I can see clearly what many people really want.”

Upon hearing this, Elder Wen's expression changed completely.