Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

Shu Jiao read Zhao Yuan's information from beginning to end, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

She knew what to do!

Soon, Shu Jiao slightly adjusted her sitting posture, and her eyes changed from expectation, timidity and shyness to calm and restrained. Her temperament was dignified but also carried a bit of domineering aura nurtured by power.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, there was a noise outside.

Logically, she should have gone out to welcome the emperor's arrival.

But she sat on the bed without moving.

The maid next to her whispered a reminder, but Shu Jiao just glanced over, which scared the maid so much that she lowered her head and dared not say anything.

"Da da~"

There came the sound of unhurried footsteps.

A few minutes later, the person who appeared in front of Shu Jiao was the 46-year-old banquet tyrant - Zhao Yuan!

There was a sharp edge of sword between his eyebrows, and his 1.87-meter tall body seemed to bring a bloody aura as he walked in. Under the bright yellow dragon robe was a still strong body, and there was a long scar on the exposed back of his hand.

No matter how you look at it...it doesn't look like a short-lived ghost.

It seems that it was the golden elixir and aphrodisiac secret medicine that the original owner fed him every day that caused his death.

Seeing Shu Jiao's charming face, the displeasure on his face subsided a little, "Hasn't the people around you taught you the rules?"

"rule?"

Shu Jiao chuckled, looking at him with eyes full of love, "You and Ai... me, are you talking about the rules?"

After that, without waiting for Zhao Yuan to speak, she waved her hand first, "Everyone go down, I have something to talk to the emperor."

This tone~

This look~

There is something wrong with this woman!

Could it be that... Minister Shu had other plans for sending her into the palace?

Zhao Yuan's brows knitted together instantly, and he looked at her suspiciously. Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, get out."

He wanted to see what tricks this woman could play!

After everyone had left and even the palace gates were closed, he asked again: "What do you want to tell me?"

"After several years of separation, you didn't let me down."

Shu Jiao smiled and looked at Zhao Yuan, "I knew that my son Anding would become an emperor who works hard to govern the country. He has great talents and strategies, far surpassing his father."

Her eyes, as weathered as those of an old woman, were filled with relief and love.

Zhao Yuan, also known by his courtesy name Zi'an.

This character was not given by the late emperor, but by his biological mother, Zhao Yuan's grandmother.

The Queen Mother died of complications during childbirth of Zhao Yuan and passed away early. The late Emperor was often ill and did not live many more years.

Zhao Yuan, who was only nine years old, was left behind, and the Empress Dowager, whose half body was buried, supported each other, and the two of them had a deep affection for each other.

After Zhao Yuan finally succeeded in taking power, the Empress Dowager died of illness.

From then on, the Empress Dowager became the "white moonlight" in Zhao Yuan's heart.

As soon as Shu Jiao finished speaking, Zhao Yuan's eyes suddenly became sinister and murderous.

"You're looking for! Death!"

How dare you pretend to be the Empress Dowager!

Zhao Yuan didn't even plan to give Shu Jiao a chance to say a second word. He took two steps forward and grabbed Shu Jiao's neck tightly with his big hands.

"Your temper is far less stable than when you were a child."

Shu Jiao first blamed him, then waved her hand.

An invisible force directly bounced Zhao Yuan away, forcing him to take several steps back before he could barely stand.

Zhao Yuan: !!!

What the hell is this thing!

He looked at Shu Jiao with caution and suspicion, and was about to call the guards in.

"I have taught you so many times before, be modest and prudent in everything you do!"

Shu Jiao spoke in a calm tone, shaking her head helplessly, "I know you don't believe it, but listen to me now."

Listen to me!

"After I passed away, for some unknown reason, I did not reincarnate, but have been trapped in this imperial city. Watching you work hard for the government over the years, I felt very distressed."

Shu Jiao stood up, slowly walked towards Zhao Yuan, took his hand, and patted the back of his hand, "My Zi'an has suffered a lot."

The moment their eyes met, Zhao Yuan was stunned.

Memories hidden deep in my brain kept coming to my mind. Although the face was different, the look, the movements, the demeanor... were undoubtedly consistent with the kind old man in my memory.

When he was young, there were regents who were aggressive and constantly interfered with the imperial power.

There are small countries around that are ready to make moves and try to break into the banquet.

The Empress Dowager did the same. She patted the back of his hand and said with heartache, "My Zi'an has suffered a lot." She also scolded his father, saying that he left behind his country and died in peace, but left them, an orphan and a widow, with difficulty.

Zhao Yuan's throat moved slightly, and he pursed his lips, "You..."

"Over the years, I have been wandering around the palace, wanting to talk to you many times, but you couldn't see me. But something unexpected happened today."

Shu Jiao added: "When this girl came to the palace, I seemed to be guided by something and possessed her directly. I think it might be because her fate is compatible with mine that I got this opportunity."

"Why should I trust you?"

Zhao Yuan's tone began to waver.

Shu Jiao curled her lips and smiled, "When you were young, you soiled your father's dragon robe and got spanked by him. You came to me and cried for a long time. Have you forgotten?"

Zhao Yuan: ...

"When you married the queen, you said that since her father was ugly, the queen would not be good-looking either. She would be as shy as a monkey's butt when she saw a human face. Have you forgotten?"

Zhao Yuan: ...

"When you were five years old, you took Xiao Dezi to steal some wine at night. You were drunk for a whole day and even peed..."

"Nothing!"

Zhao Yuan shouted in shame and anger, and the expression on his face was quite interesting.

He didn't even dare to look at Shu Jiao, and awkwardly cast his eyes on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Ask the old people in the palace about these things and they will know. Don't lie to me again."

"When you were young, your father made a wooden sculpture of your mother and locked it in a small box in a secret compartment beside your bed. Is this also known to the elders in the palace?"

Shu Jiao continued slowly.

Zhao Yuan's eyes narrowed.

Do not!

Only three people know about this!

he.

His father, the Emperor, died early.

And there is the dead royal grandmother!

At that time, he was crying and making a fuss for his mother, but the Empress Dowager couldn't coax him, so his father made a wooden sculpture and said that his mother was this wooden sculpture.

He kept the wood carving in a secret compartment and did not take it out for several years.

Even Xiao Dezi, who had served him personally since childhood, didn't know about this, but this person...

Zhao Yuan looked at Shu Jiao hesitantly, "Are you really my royal grandmother? But..."

"Host sister, get ready!"

"Come!"

After Shu Jiao agreed, she said meaningfully: "Then take a closer look at who I am?"

Zhao Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at her carefully.

Suddenly, a dim light appeared behind Shu Jiao, and a familiar figure emerged in the light.

Her hair was gray, and there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and lips. She was a little thin, and her face was full of kindness. She was wearing a light blue dress and disappeared in an instant.

That dress~

Zhao Yuan remembered that the dress was worn by his royal grandmother and had been sent to her mausoleum for burial!

"Grandma!"

Zhao Yuan called out excitedly and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but caught nothing.