The boss of the end of the world wears a red building, if you don't agree, just hold it

Mrs. Wang was proud and wanted to put on some dignity in front of Lady Jia, but Lady Jia gave her a cold scolding.

"The palace is different from our mansion. I know what you are thinking, but in the palace, you should hide your thoughts carefully, be careful with your words and actions, and don't bring disaster to the mansion."

Mrs. Wang felt uncomfortable after hearing this.

What does it mean to bring disaster to the mansion? The imperial concubine who now brings glory and respect to the mansion is her daughter. Everyone in this mansion, from top to bottom, benefits from her.

"What the old lady said is irrational. I have always cared about our family. What the old lady said really chills my heart."

"Does the old lady have to let the daughter-in-law take out her heart before she can believe it?"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were at loggerheads, and neither was willing to back down.

It seemed that Mrs. Wang's momentum had been supported by Jia Yuanchun, and she did not feel afraid at all when facing Lady Jia.

Filial piety is all bullshit.

Mrs. Wang bore a grudge against Lady Jia, so once she gained power, she naturally wanted to vent her anger. Just a few words made Lady Jia so angry that she gasped for breath.

She is about to enter the palace to accompany the Imperial Concubine. Who dares to do anything to her?

After some time, if the empress gives birth safely, she will be a great contributor to the family, and even Lady Jia will not dare to do anything to her.

Mrs. Wang had never been so proud as she was at that moment. She made Lady Jia so angry that she was so angry that she went back to her own courtyard with her head held high.

She was going to live in the palace, so nothing was more important than this.

A few days later, Mrs. Wang entered the palace.

"I've said it before, the Lin family is unlucky. To put it bluntly, they are a family of disasters. Anyone who has even the slightest connection with them will be in big trouble." Madam Wang peeled an orange and smiled gloatingly, "Just like the Prince of Linhuai, he was a powerful man in the past, and your Majesty knows better than me, but now he has ended up like this, it's really sad."

She cut the peeled orange into two halves, handed one half to Jia Yuanchun, and ate the other half herself. "The oranges in the palace are different from those in our home... If it weren't for the bad luck of the Lin family, Prince Linhuai wouldn't be like this. But I said, the Lin family is a disaster star. Whoever is next to them will be unlucky."

Mrs. Wang suddenly seemed to remember something and reminded her seriously, "Your Highness, please be careful. You are pregnant with the heir to the throne. You must stay away from the Lin family."

As Jia Yuanchun listened to her words, her brows were furrowed and the look she gave Mrs. Wang became very strange.

There seemed to be some disgust and some disbelief.

In her impression, her mother was a well-mannered and sensible lady from a wealthy family. How could she have become like this now?

"Mother, don't talk nonsense." Jia Yuanchun couldn't stand it anymore and stopped Mrs. Wang from "talking nonsense".

But Mrs. Wang finally had someone to talk to, so how could she hold back?

Less than half an hour later, Mrs. Wang could no longer hold back her excitement. She looked at Jia Yuanchun's belly and said with joy, "I have seen your belly look exactly like when I was pregnant with your elder brother and Baoyu. It is most likely a little prince."

Jia Yuanchun had been somewhat impatient to listen just now, but after hearing this, she became interested and asked hurriedly, "Mother, have you taken a closer look?"

Madam Wang said confidently, "Your Majesty, rest assured that you have a little prince in your belly."

Jia Yuanchun touched her belly and said, "If that's the case, it couldn't be better."

Although Mrs. Wang was very sure, Jia Yuanchun did not really believe it.

Through the belly, he is not a god, nor does he have the ability to see through the sky. How can the naked eye tell whether it is a prince or a princess?

It's just to comfort myself.

Mrs. Wang had no idea what Jia Yuanchun was thinking. She lowered her voice with a look of longing and said, "When the queen gives birth to a little prince, we'll see how those bad guys in the Lin family can still show off in front of us. By then, I'm afraid they'll have to wag their tails and beg for mercy from us."

Jia Yuanchun curled her lips and said, "The situation is unclear now, let's wait and see."

Mrs. Wang, however, felt that the rumors outside were very credible, and had already labeled the Lin family as a disaster star in her heart.

There was just one thing that she found very strange.

"I've been here for quite a while, but the Emperor hasn't come to see you once..." Mrs. Wang said. Seeing Jia Yuanchun's face become a little lonely, she immediately widened her eyes and asked in disbelief, "What's going on?"

Although the person sitting opposite her was her biological mother, Jia Yuanchun still found it difficult to speak.

She couldn't just say that the emperor had fallen in love with someone else.

Baoqin explained at the right time: "Madam, you don't know that the emperor's favor is like a mirage, real and unreal. No one can guarantee that they can keep the emperor's heart for a long time."

Mrs. Wang understood.

Her daughter, a concubine, fell out of favor.

She forced a smile and comforted him, "Your Highness, don't worry. All men in the world are the same. When you give birth to the little prince, you will have someone to rely on for the rest of your life, and you won't have to rely on the emperor's favor to live."

But are things really that simple?

Mrs. Wang said that it was not a big deal to fall out of favor, but she was actually very panicked. However, she could not panic at this time. She had to think of a way to make Yuanchun return to the emperor's eyes.

"Your Majesty, please relax. Those things are just empty talk. The most important thing now is to give birth to the little prince safely. It won't be too late to talk about other things later."

Jia Yuanchun nodded gloomily.

This look made Mrs. Wang very distressed, and she couldn't help but scold him a few times.

"That vixen, I don't know what tricks she used to seduce the emperor away from the queen, she really deserves to be cut into pieces."

"Your Highness, don't worry. When you give birth to the little prince, those seductresses will envy you. Can they live their whole lives with the emperor's favor?"

"Those vixen probably don't have the luck and fortune like your majesty to be pregnant with a dragon fetus, let alone the fortune to give birth to a little prince."

"Let that vixen be proud for a while. When the queen gives birth to the little prince, she will carry him around the palace. I think that vixen will be so angry that she will die."

Jia Yuanchun: “…”

Baoqin: “…”

As Mrs. Wang was talking, she caught a glimpse of Baoqin's limping leg and asked in confusion, "I haven't had time to ask in the past few days. Baoqin, what's wrong with your leg?"

Jia Yuanchun: “…”

Baoqin: “…”

Mrs. Wang stabbed twice, and each strike hit the vital points.

He is very accomplished in talking about things that are not related to the topic.