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

The coldness covers the sky, and the morning breeze is chilly.

The newly awakened Jiangnan city is quieter than before.

At the same time, in the Hu family village far away in the suburbs of Jiangnan, a woman in a brocade dress was walking through a secret passage holding a steaming medicine soup.

As she walked, the string of giant clam beads around her waist jingled.

Until I entered that secret room filled with the bitter smell of medicine.

Pei Guichen, who was sleeping on the bed, had a pale face.

"Sir, when will you wake up?" The woman with gentle features sat on the edge of the couch and carefully fed him medicine: "If you don't wake up, I'm afraid someone in Western Xinjiang will cause chaos."

Before she could finish her words, the woman's hand was grabbed tightly.

"Young Master, are you awake?" The woman happily put her ear close to Pei Guichen's lips, but only heard murmurs.

"...Ah, Po, I'm cold..."

In the dilapidated and bloody ancient temple, the hands that were tightly holding him loosened again and again.

Pei Guichen was trapped in this nightmare, which repeated itself thousands of times.

He stumbled to his feet and tried to grab the girl's hand again, and this time, he almost caught her.

"Po!!"

The sky was spinning and the dilapidated ancient temple was swallowed by the blood mist.

Pei Guichen struggled to swing his sword to break through the blood mist, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

It was the fifth year of Po's reign, the dead of winter.

Yuan Zhao, whose labor was induced to meet the due date, was weaker than ordinary children at birth.

It just so happens that the government has been busy over the past six months.

At the same time, the Western Prison raided a base of barbarian spies and found a secret letter between King Feng Ran and the barbarian royal family, causing panic among the people.

A Bao did not doubt it and mistakenly thought that it was because she was too worried that the child was born weak.

Feeling guilty, she kept the child by her side and took care of him personally.

At this moment, little Yuanzhao, who had been taken care of by Abao with great effort for two months, finally recovered and had drunk his fill of milk. The wet nurse brought him in and put him on the soft couch, while Abao pinched little Yuanzhao's soft little hands and teased him with a rattle.

"Does Zhao Zhao like it?"

Little Yuan Zhao in the cradle just blinked his eyes and spit out milk bubbles in a daze.

A Bao smiled gently and picked out a small white kite from the large sandalwood box next to him. It was only the size of a palm, but the workmanship was very delicate.

I think the craftsman put a lot of effort into it.

"What about this one? Does Zhao Zhao like it?"

Po took the small white kite and waved it in front of Xiao Yuanzhao.

How could a two-month-old child know whether he liked something or not? If she asked him... Pei Guichen felt cold in his heart: he didn't like anything in this sandalwood box.

Little Yuanzhao groaned and turned over.

Seeing that little Yuan Zhao had finally grown plump and white under her care, A Bao was even happier. She gently poked his little face and coaxed him, "My Zhao Zhao must grow up quickly. When the time comes, whatever Zhao Zhao likes, mother will find it for him."

Pei Guichen's heartstrings trembled suddenly, and he stared at Xiao Yuanzhao in a daze.

But at this moment, another self hurried in from outside the palace corridor.

The emperor in white robes remained calm.

The bamboo dragonfly, the nine-linked ring, the rattle that Po picked out, the little white kite...

After only glancing at the toys in the sandalwood box, the white-robed emperor's heart suddenly sank, but he pretended to be calm and indifferent: "Who sent it? It's really thoughtful."

"The Zhao Zhao toys were sent by express horses from Northern Xinjiang." A Bao also sighed: "It is meticulously crafted and adorable. Uncle Feng Ran is indeed... very attentive."

"King Feng Ran?" The white-robed emperor turned around and threw the rattle into the brazier. He watched with cold eyes as it was devoured by the charcoal fire and gradually burned to ashes.

"Xiao Yuanzhao is weak. If he is like the white cat, and these things are also poisoned, won't it be the death of our son?"

Pei Guichen raised his hand to call the palace maid and was about to throw out the sandalwood box.

Unexpectedly, he heard an anxious voice stopping him.

“Don’t throw it away!!”

Ah Bao frowned uncomfortably, and after a moment's pause, he explained, "I have already ordered people to check, and this sandalwood box and the things in it are non-toxic."

After saying this, A Bao stared at the set of Tao Shao's war chess, and he still felt a dull pain in his heart.

The white-robed emperor suddenly had an idea.

She was so distracted, as if she was reluctant to leave.

Pei Guichen's anger grew even more intense: "King Feng Ran dared to contact the barbarian royal family in secret! I'm afraid he still has the intention of rebellion and usurpation of the throne! Do you think he will sincerely congratulate our son, the future crown prince, for growing up safely and healthily?"

He set up this game with the lives of the entire stronghold.

With great difficulty, the secret letter, which was a forged record of the secret communications between King Feng Ran and the barbarian royal family, legitimately fell into A Bao's hands.

A good opportunity to kill King Feng Ran was created.

He must not be let go. The white-robed emperor dismissed the palace servants and grabbed A Bao's hand: "If King Feng Ran really colluded with the barbarians, he is most likely planning to use the barbarians' power to rebel and seize your throne of Taiji Palace."

“You can’t just sit there and wait for death.”

Hearing this, A Bao lowered his eyes and clenched the little white kite in his hand: "I occasionally dream, and I still dream of the year when I ascended the throne. There were internal and external troubles, and Uncle Feng Ran took the opportunity to kill me and seize the throne. But every time I wake up, it is Uncle Feng Ran stationed in the bitter cold land of the northern border for a full five years."

In the silence, the white-robed emperor felt even colder in his heart.

Just like that poisoned cup of wine five years ago.

She still wanted to let him go.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, A Bao thought that the emperor was worried and confused, and was worried that if she lost the throne one day, she would end up with a tragic death.

Thinking of this, she patiently explained her doubts.

"Just based on one letter, we cannot conclude that the emperor's uncle has rebellious intentions."

"Letters can be forged, and treason can be framed."

As he spoke, A Bao raised his eyes and stared at the white-robed emperor, saying seriously, "If we kill Uncle Feng Ran, the northern border will be in chaos. Wouldn't that give the barbarians an opportunity to invade the south?"

"Daqi has its own laws," she insisted. "We can only convict him once we have collected more evidence."