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

There was a letter between those slender white fingers. He slowly opened it and his deep and calm eyes moved to the letter.

Almost instantly, the person who was originally leaning lazily in the chair sat up straight, and his face turned colder little by little.

After reading it, he threw the letter onto the table. His face looked as if it was covered with frost, and the air in the study was frozen.

After sitting for a while, he suddenly stood up and walked out, and the servant at the door hurriedly followed him. Along the way, he passed many corridors, bridges, waterside pavilions and rockery, and walked into a courtyard full of flowers.

When Concubine Jing saw Shang Yuan coming in, her face looked very unhappy. She put down the nourishing medicine in the white jade bowl in her hand and walked forward to greet him.

"Yuan'er, what happened?"

Concubine Jing was the late emperor's concubine. She was charming and beautiful, about forty years old, and her well-maintained face made her look about thirty years old.

Shang Yuan looks very similar to Concubine Jing.

The late emperor liked Concubine Jing’s appearance, but because she came from the Jing family of Zhenxi Marquis’s Mansion, the late emperor did not dare to go too far with her, so she was a person who did not suffer too much.

After the death of the previous emperor, Shang Yuan was made king, and she followed Shang Yuan to his fiefdom, Ganzhou.

Shang Yuan strode over, sat on the stool, waved his hand, and signaled the servants in the room to go out.

"Close the door."

After the maid closed the door, he handed the secret letter in his hand to Concubine Jing, "Mother, take a look at this."

Concubine Jing took it in confusion, and when she saw the contents of the letter, her eyes narrowed suddenly.

"The Emperor actually agreed to establish a queen!" She frowned and looked at Shang Yuan. "It has been several years since Shang Yue ascended the throne. No matter how much the court officials tried to dissuade him, Shang Yue did not agree to establish a queen. Why is he suddenly agreeing to establish a queen now?"

She asked again: "Is there anything unusual in the capital?"

Shang Yuan shook his head, "Except for this incident, everything is normal." After a pause, he continued, "I think it may be that those old guys in the court are pushing too hard."

I don’t know what to force about those old guys.

Shang Yue is not the only one in the Shang family. His surname is also Shang and he is the son of the previous emperor. His descendants are also the descendants of Shang family and can ascend to the throne as well.

Concubine Jing snorted coldly and cursed: "These old guys, they take their salaries but don't do their job properly. They just stare at the emperor's harem. What a bunch of visionless people."

"Mother, don't worry too much. Take care of yourself."

Concubine Jing was very happy. She was most proud of having given birth to a son, Shang Yuan. Shang Yuan was not only a man of great talent, but also a filial son.

She said softly, "Don't worry, Yuan'er, mother will take care of herself."

She also wants to see her grandson ascend to that position!

"Mother, no matter whether he establishes a queen or not, he can't have his own children. If he really establishes a queen, then..." There was murderous intent in Shang Yuan's eyes.

Concubine Jing raised her eyebrows, "Yuan'er, you mean..."

Shang Yuan nodded, "As long as he is crowned as the queen, I will have the people in the capital give that woman a sterilizing drug."

If Shang Yue still has no heir by then, he can let his son ascend the throne.

What he didn't get, his son must get.

Concubine Jing smiled and patted her son on the shoulder, "Okay, my son still has a way."

Humph! Old Zhao, even if your son becomes the emperor, so what? In the deep palace, there are only you two, an orphan and a widow.

And I have children and grandchildren to enjoy my life.

The throne in the future will belong to my grandson. You will never be able to defeat me.

"Mother, I will take my leave first."

"it is good."

Shang Yuan left Concubine Jing's courtyard and went to another courtyard.

"Cousin." The woman came running over with her skirt lifted up, with a bright smile on her face. Her eyebrows and eyes were extremely bright, the kind of beauty that was very flamboyant, and her every move was full of charm.

Jing Zhizhi, the princess of Shang Yuan, the daughter of Marquis Zhenxi, and also Shang Yuan's cousin.

She stood in front of Shang Yuan, her face full of unconcealable happiness and her eyes shining.

Shang Yuan curled his lips, his eyes showing no emotion, and said calmly: "Zhizhi, where is Wen Ting?"

"Wenting is studying with the teacher in the study. Cousin, do you want me to call him out?" If Wenting saw his cousin coming, he would definitely be very happy.

"No need, let him concentrate on his studies."

My cousin is so handsome, and he looks even better when he smiles.

She looked at Shang Yuan and invited him, "Cousin, today a farm in the suburbs sent some ripe grapes over. They are sweeter than in previous years. Would you like to go in and taste them?"

She looked at Shang Yuan expectantly.

Although she was the princess and her cousin's sister, and her cousin loved her more, there were concubines and several other wives in the mansion, so she couldn't see her cousin every day.

So she also cherishes the time when her cousin comes.

"it is good."

Shang Yuan walked towards the living room, and Jing Zhizhi followed happily behind him.

After a while, the maid brought up the washed grapes.

Purple grapes are like crystal purple gems, making people salivate.

"Cousin, please try it."

Jing Zhizhi picked a grape, peeled it, and handed it to the man. Shang Yuan paused, but still opened his mouth and ate it.

Looking at the woman who was picking and peeling another grape, he said, "Zhizhi, you don't have to do these things, just leave them to the servants."

Jing Zhizhi was happy that her cousin really cared about her.

"Cousin, it's okay, no need to hand it over to the servants, I like to do it." I like to see you eat the grapes I peeled.

She didn't dare say the last sentence.

Shang Yuan wanted to say something when a child about four or five years old ran in from the door.

When she saw Shang Yuan, her eyes lit up and dimples appeared on her delicate little face.

"Father, Father."

Shang Wenting ran in happily and hugged Shang Yuan's legs.

Shang Yuan touched the little guy's head and his tone became gentle, "Aren't you studying with the teacher? Why did you run away in the middle of the class?"

This was his legitimate son whom he had high hopes for, and also his first child, so he was particularly fond of him.

The little fellow said in a baby voice: "I heard that my father was coming, so I wanted to come and see him."

"Wenting, go back and continue studying now. Don't keep the teacher waiting for too long. Your father will have dinner with you tonight."

"Yes, father."

The little guy left happily.

Although Jing Zhizhi was also happy that Shang Yuan could stay, looking at her son's small figure, she hesitated and said, "Cousin, are we too strict with Wen Ting? He is only four years old."

Shang Yue raised his eyes, narrowing his phoenix eyes slightly with a hint of danger, "Zhizhi, you know what we are planning, Wen Ting must be excellent."

Jing Zhizhi lowered her eyebrows and said, "Cousin, I understand."

"Zhizhi, I know you understand me very well." Shang Yuan hugged Jing Zhizhi into his arms, and she also hugged his waist.