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

Not envious of the immortals, Li Jiafei naturally kept it in her heart.

The two knife wounds on her shoulders caused her to feel such pain that she grimaced, swearing without caring about her dignity as a concubine.

And Po put away the knife and stared at her.

In silence, he let drops of blood fall from the tip of the knife and hit the cracks in the bricks.

Half an hour later, Tai Chi Hall.

Lao Desheng handed over the freshly brewed medicine, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

As the old emperor stroked the dragon claw handle of the throne, he unexpectedly recalled his youth.

Back then, he was just an unpopular prince, and he was far away from the throne by several powerful brothers from his mother's family.

But the Prince of Qin, who was held hostage in the imperial capital, treated him as a close friend.

Later, the old King of Qin passed away suddenly, and the Crown Prince of Qin went to the northern border to inherit the throne of King of Qin.

They agreed that no matter what the cost, in the future, the seas must be peaceful and the rivers must be calm, and the world must be at peace.

However, no one expected that after the fierce battle of Tulong Pass, the King of Qin had actually been trapped.

Tangdou City, Fuxian Gorge and underground caves in Western Xinjiang.

Recalling what Abao wrote in the memorial, whether it was the Kingdom of Jialuo or the Sixteen Barbarian Tribes, if they dared to sacrifice the King of Qin of Daqi to the monster, it would be a provocation.

Recalling this, Lao Desheng's melancholy sigh brought the old emperor back to his senses.

"I still remember the oath your majesty made with the King of Qin that the crown prince would marry a daughter of the Qin family as his queen. After many twists and turns, it has finally come true."

Hearing this, the old emperor looked suddenly lonely.

Ah Heng and Qin Jin kept it from him, but he always believed that King Feng Ran was the youngest son of the late emperor and his youngest brother.

"That face is so similar to the King of Qin." The old emperor's face darkened: "I should have expected it earlier. It's not that the nephew resembles the uncle, but that the son resembles the father."

However, no matter what King Feng Ran’s background is, the most important thing is that he controls hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen in the northern border.

The old emperor looked stern and asked Old Desheng, "Yilan Palace, what's going on?"

"When King Feng Ran took action, he was stopped by the princess." Lao Desheng sighed: "It seems that Her Royal Highness the Princess really values ​​King Feng Ran."

When he heard the word "take action", the old emperor felt slightly satisfied.

After all, it was planned for Abao's sake.

But after a pause, the old emperor snorted again: "How can an emperor or a monarch favor only one person?"

The late emperor’s wife, Empress Yan, is a bloody lesson for us.

If the late emperor had not been so concerned about Queen Yan and turned a blind eye to his behavior, how could the Longyuan Yan family have grown so powerful and endangered the people, becoming so difficult to deal with?

The way to balance is to treat everyone equally.

He took great pains to plan the election for the Eastern Palace, but Abao is his daughter, so how could she not be at all like him in this matter?

The thought of his concubines, with their blooming flowers, singing birds and dancing swallows, is a delight to the eyes.

But his daughter was so stubborn that she wanted only King Feng Ran? !

The old emperor clenched the medicine bowl tightly. Pei Guichen was fine, but Zhang Jingchen, Zhao Chuance... and Xiao Yunzheng, the men in the East Palace were so incompetent! !

The old emperor was so angry that he coughed up blood and his expression became cold and hard.

Now, even if he couldn't stop Abao from keeping Feng Ranwang.

At the very least, he had to place a few more people around his daughter so that she could compete with King Feng Ran in the future.

At the same time, Guanju Palace.

A Bao prepared some calming medicinal incense, lit it, and closed the silver lid of the incense burner.

Turning back, she sat down beside the bed with the cooked silver lotus, apricot and plum soup and said softly, "I heard from Aunt Rong that mother has a poor appetite. You can try this. I learned how to cook it when I was in Chuyue. It is very appetizing."

Leaning against the bed pillar, Concubine Wen tried to smile as usual, "Mother is fine."

Ah Bao saw through it but didn't say anything. He said, "But mother, please try my filial piety, okay?"

Concubine Wen had no choice but to obey.

After half a bowl, Concubine Wen said meaningfully, "The one you married that day was King Feng Ran."

Although the letter had been delivered earlier, Po was still stunned when it was suddenly mentioned.

Seeing this, Concubine Wen said again: "Now you have made him the official husband of the Eastern Palace, and one day, he will be the Empress of Daqi!"

"If he has ulterior motives, your concern for you is his greatest power and his bargaining chip to control you."

"The secret letter that contained your plan has been read by Mother."

"Abao, have you really thought it through?"