With the system traveling through time, the queen always becomes a mother painlessly

A few days later, when Fang Anya was embroidering something with an embroiderer, she pretended to say casually:

"Sister Yuyan, yesterday I overheard someone say that the commander of the Imperial Guard is only in his twenties. He is really young and promising!"

Yuyan kept moving her hands and said with a smile: "Don't look at Master Qianshan and Master Wuyou because they are young, but they grew up with the emperor and are his right-hand men. They are highly skilled in martial arts, and are good at both literature and martial arts. They have helped the emperor deal with many things."

When Yuyan talked about Qianshan and Wuyou, her face was full of admiration.

"By the way, they are not only young but also good-looking. There are many women in the capital who want to marry them!"

Fang Anya's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to make her voice sound normal as usual, and asked softly, "Aren't they married yet?"

"No." Yu Yan shook her head. "They are both similar to the emperor before. But the emperor changed after meeting our queen. I believe that Master Qianshan and Master Wuyou will also meet the people they love from the bottom of their hearts like the emperor."

"Although they are not married, there are many women who like them. I used to secretly like Lord Wuyou! Lord Wuyou is not only good-looking, but also more humorous than Lord Qianshan." She sighed softly, "What a pity! He is someone I can't reach."

Fang Anya stopped what she was doing and looked at Yu Yan beside her. "Then do you still like Master Wuyou?"

Yu Yan chuckled and replied, "I don't like them. They are fourth-rank officials. There are officials in the capital who want to marry their daughters to them! How can I dream of that!"

Now that she said it so openly, it means she has let it go.

She raised her eyebrows, looked at Fang Anya and said teasingly, "Why? Are you interested in any of them?"

"No." Fang Anya's heart tightened, and she looked away nervously, lowered her head and continued to embroider, and whispered: "Sister, please don't tease me. I haven't even seen them, how can I like them! I'm just curious."

Yu Yan was just teasing, and knowing that Fang Anya was a shy and thin-skinned person, she didn't think much about her uncomfortable reaction.

"When you meet them in the future, you will be surprised. Their appearance, aura and abilities are no less than those of the heirs trained by the aristocratic families in the capital, and they may even be better than those people."

After that, she warned him, "But sister Anya, don't fall in love with them. They are notorious for not being interested in women and not being kind to women. It's easy to get hurt if you fall in love with them."

Fang Anya's fingers curled slightly, and she nodded and replied: "Sister Yuyan, I have taken note of your reminder."

If Yuyan saw her expression at this moment, she would definitely find something wrong, but she was embroidering with her head down and didn't notice it.

……

The winter was warm and the land was desolate. Since the beginning of winter, it had snowed several times in a row, and the branches outside the temple were covered with silver frost and white snow.

In early November, Shang Yue sent someone to deliver an imperial decree to Prince Chen's Palace, granting special permission for Concubine Jing, Prince Chen and others to avoid having to travel through mountains and rivers to attend the New Year's Eve dinner in the capital this year.

On the surface, it seems that the emperor is sympathetic and concerned about Concubine Jing and Prince Chen, but in reality!

Officials in the capital were all wondering whether Prince Chen had done something to offend the emperor and anger him.

When Concubine Jing and Shang Yuan received the imperial edict, they would have changed their expressions on the spot if the eunuch who was in charge of conveying the order had not been there.

After watching the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict leave, the two went to the study.

Concubine Jing stared at the bright imperial edict on the table with deep eyes, then looked at Shang Yuan opposite her and said in a deep voice:

"It is clearly stipulated that every year at the New Year's Eve dinner, the princes of all regions must come to the capital to attend. Shang Yue is blatantly slapping us in the face by doing this. How will the court officials view us in the future?"

Now Shang Yue has an eldest son, who is protected very closely by him, so there is no chance to get rid of him.

They had been planning for that position for more than 20 years. But now a cruel fact lies before them: it is impossible for Wen Ting to ascend the throne by normal means.

Then, they will have to plan more to seize that position.

In addition to military strength, the most important thing is the support of court officials.

Now that Shang Yue has done this, the court officials will definitely think that they have done something to anger the emperor and will stay away from them, which is extremely detrimental to their deployment.

Shang Yuan could naturally think of what Concubine Jing could think of.

The veins on his hand holding the teacup bulged, his eyes were as dark as ink, and a storm was brewing. He said in a dark tone: "He is the emperor, now he is powerful and fully fledged. What can we do when he humiliates us like this?"

"Are we just going to sit here and wait for his humiliation?"

Concubine Jing looked unhappy. Although she didn't want to admit it, what he said was indeed true.

Shang Yuan said calmly, "Mother, you know about the hardships of sleeping on straw and tasting gall. We have to endure it."

The entire Chen Palace was filled with a depressing atmosphere because the two masters in charge were in a bad mood. It felt even colder than winter.

The Imperial Palace and Prince Chen's Mansion are two completely different scenes.

This year's New Year's Eve dinner was naturally prepared by the Queen Nan Yan. In mid-November, she began to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner.

With the presence of Yinling Ginkgo, who had helped the Queen Mother prepare the New Year's Eve dinner last year, her preparations were going very smoothly.

On this day, the sky was gloomy and the cold wind was howling, blowing across the face like a knife.

Nan Yan, wearing a veil, took a walk around the palace where the banquet was held with Yinling Ginkgo, and then hurried back to Changle Palace.

Walking into the hall, the hot air hit her face, and Nan Yan instantly felt like she was alive again. She untied the cloak, and Yin Ling took it and hung it in the closet in the inner hall.

There was a soft blanket in the middle of the hall, and little Le Yu and little Le Zhi were crawling around on the floor.

"Ah ah ah..."

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…”

When little Lezhi saw her mother, she crawled towards Nanyan with a smile. Madam Yang was quick to catch the little one who was about to crawl out of the blanket.

She was so anxious that she kept moaning.

“Mother… Mother… Ah… Queen Mother… Mother…”

Nan Yan paused, and then her whole body raised the corners of her mouth excitedly, a warm current rushed into her heart, and her voice rose a few decibels.

"Zhizhi, can you call me mother now?"

"Ah...ah...ah..." The one who responded to her was Lezhi's baby language.

She walked quickly to the edge of the blanket, knelt on the carpet, held the little girl in her arms, and coaxed her with a smile: "Lezhi, call again..."

"Ah... ah ah..."

"No, it's the Queen Mother..."

"Ah... ah ah..."

The little girl who was held by her mother, hugged Nan Yan's neck tightly and kept saying "ah ah" but she didn't call her mother again.

For a moment, Nan Yan felt as if she had just had an auditory hallucination.