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

“Grandma, I didn’t untie the Nine Rings. Shang Lezhi actually put me together with those stupid ordinary people and insulted me, so I couldn’t hold back for a moment…”

Later on, his voice became smaller and smaller.

His grandmother and father taught him since he was young to control his temper when he was outside.

But today he failed to restrain himself and embarrassed his grandmother and mother in front of that old woman.

He hung his head, looking guilty.

Jing Zhizhi felt sorry for her son and touched his head to comfort him.

"Aunt, don't blame Wen Ting, blame Shang Lezhi." She said with a look of resentment, "I didn't expect that he was so bad when he was less than two years old."

She is exactly like her vixen mother.

After hearing this, Concubine Jing’s anger disappeared without a trace.

She could still tolerate their humiliation, but Wen Ting was still young, so it was understandable that he couldn't hold back.

Concubine Jing sighed softly, patted Shang Wenting's shoulder gently, and comforted him: "Wenting, you have been wronged today."

Shang Wenting looked up, with a hint of shock in his eyes, and asked cautiously: "Grandma, don't you blame me for losing my temper?"

"It's not their fault. It's all because they are so mean. But don't do what you did today and get yourself hurt in the future. Got it?"

Shang Wenting nodded heavily and instantly burst into laughter.

Today, Concubine Jing came to the palace with the clear intention of suppressing the Empress Dowager's momentum.

As a result, he not only lost the rice but also came back with a lot of anger.

The three of them ran into Shang Yuan, who was entertaining court officials, at the gate of Prince Chen's mansion.

Shang Yue was dressed in a red robe with a black cloak on the outside. With his outstanding appearance and fair skin, he looked particularly eye-catching.

The smile on his lips disappeared instantly when he saw Concubine Jing’s unhappy expression.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Concubine Jing waved her hands with an unpleasant expression, "Don't mention it. I feel a little palpitated now. I'm going back to the courtyard to rest first."

She covered her heart with one hand and was helped back to the yard.

A hint of doubt appeared on Shang Yuan's charming face. He turned his head and his eyes fell on Shang Wenting's bandaged hand, and his expression suddenly changed.

He took a step forward and gently pulled Shang Wenting's wrist, "How did you get hurt?"

"Father..." Shang Wenting's voice was a little choked.

Obviously he no longer felt aggrieved, but when he heard his father ask this, he began to feel uncomfortable and the grievance surged into his heart again.

But his father didn't like him crying, so he held back his tears.

Jing Zhizhi said angrily: "It was Shang Leyu and Shang Lezhi who pushed me."

"What? Why do they want to attack Wen Ting?" Shang Yuan frowned.

Two children over one year old will not push each other for no reason unless there is any conflict.

"I was not as knowledgeable and intelligent as Wen Ting, so I got angry and pushed Wen Ting." Jing Zhizhi lied.

She was unwilling to admit that the son she had carefully raised for four years was no match for Shang Leyu, who was only one and a half years old.

Shang Wenting paused and looked at Jing Zhizhi. He didn't understand why his mother would tell such a lie, as his father would find out immediately.

Shang Yuan's slightly frowned brows relaxed, he straightened up, and stared at Jing Zhizhi with his sparkling peach blossom eyes. His eyes were as deep as ink, but like a mirror, able to reflect the depths of her heart.

Jing Zhizhi looked guilty and quickly looked away, with a hint of unnaturalness in her voice, "Cousin, why are you looking at me like that?"

Jing Zhizhi was not suitable for lying, especially in front of him.

He uttered three words calmly, "Tell the truth."

Being caught lying, Jing Zhizhi shuddered, lowered her head and whispered, "The three of them were playing together, and they were accidentally bumped into, and fell to the ground and scratched their hands."

She is still lying.

Wen Ting was highly regarded by his cousin, and he had been taught by a respected master since he was a child. If he knew that Wen Ting lost to Shang Leyu, he would definitely teach him more strictly.

Wen Ting is already having a hard time now, and that would make it even harder, and she couldn't bear to let him go.

Shang Yuan looked indifferent.

If it was just because he fell down while playing, my mother would not be in that state.

He looked at Jing Zhizhi deeply, turned his head and said, "Take Wen Ting back first."

Jing Zhizhi thought Shang Yuan believed it, so she breathed a sigh of relief and took Shang Wenting back to the yard.

Shang Yuan turned his head and looked at Jing Zhizhi's hurriedly leaving back until he could no longer see her. He then slowly withdrew his gaze from her. He winked at the guard beside him, and the guard turned and left.

Soon, Shang Wenting's attendants arrived at Shang Yuan's study.

Shang Yuan: "Tell me, what happened in the palace today."

The attendant told him everything that had happened in the palace.

After he finished speaking, the whole study became extremely quiet.

Shang Yuan sat on the armchair with his head slightly lowered. Although his expression could not be seen clearly, one could feel the chill emanating from him.

What a shame!

He didn't know what to say about his mother. She was really getting worse as she got older.

Although Shang Yue had given them a lot of cold eyes in the past two years, she was eager to suppress the Queen Mother.

But has she ever thought that she has endured it for so many years and there is no need to rush.

Now the result is not only losing the rice but also losing the chicken.

He had a gloomy face and bent his slender, jade-like fingers, tapping on the table.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

It's like a death warrant.

All the maids serving in the study hung their heads, fearing that the prince's sudden anger would affect them.

After a long while, his slightly cold voice came, "You said, is the prince really that smart?"

"I dare not speak nonsense. The prince recited the article that the prince asked him to recite, and he recited it word for word. He also recited the translation word for word."

What's more, the prince couldn't answer any of the questions asked by the crown prince.

He didn't dare say this out loud.

Silence returned to the study.

Shang Yuan frowned and gripped the armrest of the armchair tightly, veins on his hands showing.

When he was young, Shang Yue was smarter than them. He could remember what the professor taught after just one time. But he had to study hard at night to catch up with them.

He had long known that hard work was nothing compared to talent.

Now, Shang Yue’s son is so talented.

If it is not curbed, it will become stronger and stronger like Shang Yue now.

But, can it really be curbed?

From drugging Nan Yan to assassinating her, none of them succeeded.

For the first time, Shang Yuan doubted his abilities.

However, this doubt only appeared for a moment before he suppressed it.

That position was what he had been pursuing all his life. He had already sacrificed a lot for it and he absolutely could not compromise.

Concubine Jing was so angry about what happened in the palace that she had a headache. After returning to the courtyard, she went straight to bed. After waking up, the headache was still not relieved.

I called the court physician to see him, and it turned out that he had a headache caused by his emotional ups and downs and anger.

Having just returned to the capital, several masters of the Chen Palace were either looking unhappy or resting in bed. The entire Chen Palace began to fall into a gloomy atmosphere again.