As princesses, she is even less favored by her father than Zhuona.

She felt a little envious, but began to think about a question - why.

It's not why she has no preference, but what this behavior represents.

Even though she was only ten years old, she had read a lot of history books and even memorized the Five Classics.

Although he had forgotten most of the accurate content due to his hasty learning, Wen Yuan had already crushed the principles and thinking ability structure he should have learned and fed them into his brain.

What would it be like for those who are favored now if they are not favored in the future?

And if the younger brothers and sisters who have been honored and placed in high positions since birth lose the favor of the emperor one day, what will happen to them...

Although the Emperor is their mother, he is also the Khan, the Son of Heaven.

Being an emperor first and then a father is completely different from the duties of an empress or mother.

and so……

In just a moment, Wen Yi was startled. Looking at her younger brothers and sisters who were still running and occasionally crawling on the ground, having fun without any taboos during their leisure time, she made a decision.

When her younger brothers and sisters are able to keep secrets in the future, she will tell them about today's horrifying discovery.

You can trust your mother absolutely, but you must be reserved with your father, otherwise you may be thrown into the abyss at any time...

Under the influence of Wen Yuan, Wen Yi also developed a dislike for stupidity.

She wondered what would happen if these two children became blinded by the Emperor's doting and no longer stayed close to their mother.

My mother will be heartbroken.

She had to do something...

Yes, this is called prevention.

Just like her mother taught her early on how to survive on the grassland, how to ride a horse, herd sheep, the customs and etiquette of Mongolia, etc., all to prevent problems before they happen.

Now that I have thought of all the things that might happen in the future, sitting there would be a waste of time and I might as well hang myself on the spot.

Wen Yi's little movements naturally could not be hidden from Wen Yuan's eyes.

She was extremely happy and smiled happily.

She still has some talent for development.

Not bad, not bad. Maybe I can expand my career to stepmother in the future.

The cultivation of "Codename: Wen Yi" is obviously coming to an end, and Wen Yi will be released in four or five years.

It’s time to teach her some of the experience of ruling subordinates learned in the ancient times.

But, no matter what, Wen Yuan left herself one last step.

She never really trusted Wen Yi from beginning to end.

Therefore, even if she went to Mongolia, where the emperor was far away, as long as she had a "rebellious heart", she would be a dead person the next day.

*

Five years, Yinzhen only lived another five years.

As if it was destined, Yongzheng still only ruled for thirteen years.

Before his death, he drank the last bowl of medicine and issued the final imperial edict in front of all the important officials in the court.

He gave instructions to his important ministers and the only two surviving princes and brothers,

"Prince Cheng is too young to govern the country, so I hope you will assist him.

The queen was young but intelligent and virtuous, and was given the power to rule the country from behind the scenes and act as regent.

Hongshi is old but has no great talent, so he cannot be crowned a king or enter the court. I just hope he can live a leisurely life. "

Then he summoned the young princes in the palace.

“I hope that in the future, brothers will live in harmony and never harbor the intention of rebellion.

Only when brothers are friendly and respectful can the Qing Dynasty prosper. "

In the end, Yinzhen only kept Wen Yuan.

His face was old and haggard, and his whole body was filled with a special smell that only a dying person could have.

This made Wen Yuan frown even more tightly unconsciously.

Wen Yuan's expression made Yinzhen feel very distressed.

In his opinion, it was a kind of sorrow more painful than crying loudly.

He raised his hand and tried to put it in front of Wen Yuan who was kneeling in front of his bed, and gently stroked her brow.

"Wen Yuan, you haven't aged at all over the years, but have become more beautiful.

Don't frown. If you frown too much, you will get wrinkles for no reason. What will you do then?"

Wen Yuan choked up, her brows were smoothed, but she couldn't hold back her tears no matter what.

She shed tears, followed Yinzhen's instructions, smiled and sobbed,

"Your Majesty, I was very young when I entered the palace. When I gave birth to Hongyan and Yueran, I was only seventeen. Now I am only just turning twenty-six. How can I be old?"

"Yeah...yes, you're only twenty-six, not even thirty."

Yinzhen murmured and looked at Wen Yuan. The reluctance rising in his heart was much stronger than he had imagined.

When Rouze died, he was also heartbroken.

Now, there is not only grief, but also the fear of being separated from each other.

For a long time, they looked at each other in silence, and then Yinzhen said,

"I have left you a will."

"If Hongyan is unable to inherit the throne and protect you and your daughter... you should take out this will.

Even if she is guilty of treason, she will not be punished. She can only be confined to the palace of the Prince of Cheng, and must be treated as the mother of the emperor. After her death, she will be treated as the Queen Mother, and she will be given a higher title and worshipped in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

An unexpected surprise.

But Wen Yuan didn't laugh, instead she cried even harder.

"Your Majesty... please stop talking and talk to me, okay... from now on... there will be no future..."

The more Wen Yuan said this, the more Yinzhen's instructions could not be stopped.

He explained to Wen Yuan,

"Wen Yuan... I will protect you. It's good as long as you stay like this.

Among the court officials, the available court officials...

If you have any problems, you can seek help from Prince Yi. He has inherited his father's business. Although he is not as talented as the Thirteenth Prince, he is a loyal person..."

Yinzhen held Wen Yuan's hand and talked for too long, too long, until his throat became dry and sore, but he did not stop.

After he finished saying everything he could think of and needed to ask for, he sighed.

"Wen Yuan... I'm tired."

"Shiro, go to sleep and have a sweet dream."

"Okay... okay... let Su Peisheng come in. I want to watch him burn the wooden box before I close my eyes."

The smell of fire, wood and burning paper permeated the bed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Only after watching the box and the bright yellow scroll inside the box disappear into nothingness did Yinzhen close his eyes with relief.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and in a trance he saw Wanwan.

It was Wanwan who came to pick him up.

She said, let’s go first, Sister Wen Yuan has a long life ahead of her, you don’t need to stay here and tie her down.

He turned around and looked at Wen Yuan, who was pursing her lips and secretly shedding tears as she looked at his face. He felt a little reluctant, but suddenly felt relieved.

He said, OK.

At 1:01 p.m. that day, Yinzhen died.

*

Sixty years later.

When Wen Yuan lay on the bed and fell asleep peacefully, a cold voice appeared in her dark consciousness.

[Ding, the host's life span has been detected]

[The world of "The Legend of Zhen Huan", the drama ends]

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