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

The black-robed King withdrew his gaze from the tablets in the hall and silently grasped A Bao's wrist, "Uncle Wei, she is my...wife."

Uncle Wei was stunned when he heard this suddenly.

How could such a girl in ordinary clothes become Princess Diyang? Then how should an old man like him address her?

Princess? Or mistress? Princess?

Uncle Wei was about to kneel and bow, but he saw the little girl next to his master raised her hand and made a hushing gesture, then solemnly took the incense stick from his hand and said, "No need to be polite. Please keep this trip a secret, Uncle Wei."

Why keep it secret? Although he was full of doubts, Uncle Wei nodded quickly.

After a while, when entering the tablets, Uncle Wei took out one of the longevity tablets.

He opened the golden box under the tablet and added Qin Ao's name to the thick list of soldiers from the Northern Frontier.

A Bao was puzzled, and only listened to the black-robed uncle's explanation: "Most of the remains of the soldiers of the Northern Frontier Iron Cavalry were buried in the cemetery near the Northern Frontier Yan Gu Pass. But after each battle, a longevity tablet will be built in the Qin clan's ancestral hall, and the golden box will contain the list of fallen soldiers."

Hearing this, Old Uncle Wei sighed: "On holidays, a bowl of water and a stick of incense are always a reminder of my concern."

The Great Crown Prince kneels only before Heaven, Earth and His Parents.

But at this moment, the hall was full of soldiers and god tablets. A Bao knelt on the cushion and paid respect to them with incense.

After a long time, she looked at Qin Ao's urn on the altar.

Now that the remains were placed in the Qin Clan Ancestral Hall, Qin Ao could finally be together with his brothers who had been through life and death with him.

But there is still a trace of regret.

Thinking of this, A Bao looked towards his uncle sadly. Sure enough, he was gripping the hilt of the black sword and stroking the cold, snow-like blade with force.

It would be perfect if we could take him home as the King of Qin wishes.

Staring at the Qin King's tablet in the middle, A Bao felt more and more uncomfortable. Then he remembered that there was still one person missing.

When she carefully looked at the rows of tablets and did not see Qin Jin's tablet, the sudden sense of loss made her feel uncomfortable and sad.

After the Qin Dynasty was deposed, Daqi had already been demoted to a commoner.

Not only was there no place for her in the Huangji Palace, she was not allowed to be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

However, the lonely grave on the desolate mountain that Emperor's uncle Feng Ran had been secretly offering sacrifices to over the years was actually the burial place of a strange death row prisoner.

A Bao hesitated in silence, not knowing exactly where Qin Jin's remains were.

More than half an hour later, after the worship ceremony, Abao borrowed the kitchen of the Prince Qin's Mansion and stewed a bowl of Tremella soup.

When it was brought to the backyard, his uncle in black robe was still sitting in front of the Qin Clan Ancestral Hall, his face gloomy, staring at the paper money pagoda that was burning brightly in front of the hall.

In the blazing firelight, the wind and snow ruffled his hair at the temples.

She sat down beside him silently, grabbed his hand, and passed the white fungus soup into his palm.

Ah Bao said coquettishly, "Forget about it if you haven't had dinner yet. But this bowl of Tremella soup was made by me myself. If you don't drink it, I will be angry."

Unexpectedly, the black-robed uncle asked in a hoarse voice: "If they hadn't died, would we still be who we are now?"

"...Is that so? Let me think about it carefully..." A Bao held his uncle's hand tightly and leaned against his shoulder sadly, "Given the suspicion of the old man in Taiji Palace, Prince Qin will probably be taken to the imperial capital as a hostage, and we can still grow up together."

"Fortunately, although you were a proton at that time, you were not bullied too much."

"When I reach the age of marriage, my mother will put my marriage on the agenda..."

"I will cry and shout that I will not marry anyone other than Brother Feng Ran." As he said this, A Bao held his uncle's hand, pretending to casually spread his hand and stroked the thin calluses on his palm from years of holding the sword. "Brother Feng Ran... well... sounds as good as the little uncle~"

Suddenly, the black-robed king tightened his grip on her wrist with trembling hands, only to find that she was smiling gently.

She spread his hand again and wrote on his palm with her fingertips.

The black-robed king felt itchy, looked down, and asked in confusion: "Zhuo?"

This is what his family's Abao ordered him to do. What should he think about carefully?

She continued to write the next character for a long time, and asked with a faint smile while writing each stroke: "Zhuo, Che, Ling, Chong, Wan... Which of these characters do you think sounds better, little uncle?"

A beat late, an unbelievable thought suddenly occurred to the black-robed king.

On the way from the imperial capital to the northern border, she always felt sour and uncomfortable. Perhaps it was not because she was not used to the local climate, but because she...

Thinking of this, the black-robed king stared at A Bao's waist and abdomen in shock, then grabbed her hand and covered it carefully.

And the next moment, he heard his Abao smiling and saying softly: "Here is your and my new little family."

After a pause, when his mind went blank, she smiled even more deeply: "Little uncle, you are going to be a father."

She was an expert in medicine, so when she noticed something was wrong, she could just take the pulse with ease.

"But, it's only been a month." A Bao murmured softly, "I can't see any movement from this little guy."

Before he finished speaking, the black-robed king shed a tear, hugged his Abao into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Abao, you are really the good luck given to me by God..."