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

The old emperor lost his composure and shouted, and coughed violently.

In the dim candlelight in the hall, A Bao stared silently at the old emperor behind the table, "Because he is the best."

The old emperor was so frustrated that he swallowed two pills handed to him by Lao Desheng before he recovered. He said, "Even if you insist on having King Feng Ran, and even give him the position of Lord, that's fine. But the imperial edict to rectify the name cannot be used unless there is one thing..."

Hearing this, Abao had a bad feeling.

As expected, the old emperor said coldly: "The children of King Feng Ran will never be crown princes."

"The eldest son of the emperor must be from the Zhao family of Western Xinjiang. As for the other concubines, one or two of them can be selected to give birth to the emperor's heir..."

Inside the huge Yongle Hall, A Bao seemed to see the bloody struggle for power in this palace.

It’s a tragic cycle, with endless suffering, from which no one can escape.

In the silence, A Bao suddenly said coldly: "Father, I don't want to."

Give Uncle Feng Ran a legitimate identity to enter the palace.

After careful consideration, she felt that the best way to deal with this matter was to rely on the old emperor's long-standing power.

But what if her children were used as a bargaining chip?

She would rather not accept the old emperor's imperial decree of approval.

The most difficult thing is to wait until she ascends the throne and then put things right. By then, even if the censors of the Censorate have disputes again, she will always be able to find a solution.

Hearing this, the old emperor was furious. He then looked at the memorial in his tightly grasped hand and took a few deep breaths before saying, "The emperor's harem has always been..."

But then he heard A Bao say coldly: "The emperor has three palaces and six courtyards. It has been a matter of course since ancient times."

"But if we put ourselves in their place, there are already enough sad people in this palace."

The whole hall was in dead silence. The old emperor was shocked and stunned.

This was probably the first time that A Bao spoke the truth to the old emperor with all his heart, "I care about King Feng Ran and don't want him to be sad."

There was another long silence. The old emperor suppressed his cough and said sternly, "I am tired. You leave."

After he finished speaking, the old emperor watched A Bao bow respectfully and humbly leave the hall. He vomited a mouthful of blood into his handkerchief and his face became paler.

Disappointed and relieved, two completely opposite emotions strangely hit his heart at this moment.

She was truly the strangest of all his royal heirs.

After a long time, the old emperor sighed coldly.

Unfortunately, he could not leave a will, forbidding the children of King Fengran to inherit the throne of Daqi.

What if all of Abao's children were born to King Fengran? Wouldn't there be no one to inherit his throne? !

The more the old emperor thought about it, the more angry he became and he started coughing violently.

Lao Desheng quickly brought a bowl of silver lotus, apricot and plum soup and said, "It was sent by the imperial concubine. You are taking medicine that is harmful to your health. This plum soup is very useful."

In the strange silence, "When did she come?" The old emperor clenched the blood-stained handkerchief.

Lao Desheng replied with difficulty: "The children of King Fengran will never be crowned heirs. When your Majesty said this, the Imperial Concubine was here."

After saying this, Lao Desheng secretly wiped the sweat from his palms and said, "As soon as the queen left, Your Majesty said that you were tired."

Hearing this, the old emperor stared at the plum soup in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

A moment later, in the wind and snow under the moon.

In front of Guanju Palace, King Feng Ran looked with deep dark eyes at Her Royal Highness the Princess walking towards him from the palace corridor in the distance.

The two looked at each other, and she, wearing a red dress embroidered with gold, smiled with her eyes curved.

I care about King Feng Ran and don't want him to be sad. When her words rang in his mind again, King Feng Ran's eyes became jealous.

Until she stood in front of him with a smile on her face, he said, "Abao, I feel bad."

"Where does it hurt?" Thinking of the serious injury suffered by the emperor's uncle in the underground cave, A Bao suddenly became nervous: "Is it the pain in the heart again?"

After she finished speaking, she pretended to feel the patient's pulse, but found it was quite disorderly.

Nervously grasping the uncle's wrist, A Bao dragged his uncle to the Imperial Hospital, "We need to let Elder Zhang take a good look."

Could it be that the medicinal bath and soup she prepared were not effective?

I'll have to ask Mr. Zhang for advice later.

At the same time, King Feng Ran's dark eyes were stern, and he looked back meaningfully at Zhao Chuance under the eaves of the palace.

Zhao Chuance looked lonely, but after a long time, he heard Aunt Rong's words of comfort from behind him.

"Mr. Zhao, you should be more positive." Aunt Rong sighed, "Depression is harmful to your health."

But Zhao Chuan Ce was still not discouraged, "But I still want to try harder. Because I really like Princess Abao."