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

The emperor used to like Concubine Li's coquettishness, then he liked Jia Yuanchun's dignity and courtesy, but now he likes Fuqiu's cuteness and playfulness. Here, he can temporarily escape from the complicated political affairs and find a place that can relax his body and mind.

Although Fuqiu sometimes takes advantage of her favor and becomes arrogant, her true feelings are written on her face. She is a simple woman.

At least for now, the emperor's interest in her has not faded, and he can still tolerate some of her inappropriate behavior. As for what will happen in the future, no one can predict.

And Jia Yuanchun...

A trace of coldness flashed across the emperor's eyes. It was still useful to keep her now. When things were over, this woman...

snort!

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Rongguo Mansion.

The day after Jia Yuanchun gave birth, Mrs. Wang came back with her baby. Grandmother Jia was puzzled. "Your Highness has just given birth to a prince and a princess. Why don't you stay in the palace for a few more days? Why are you in such a hurry to come back?"

Mrs. Wang said, "There are many servants in the palace, and there is nothing I can do to help. Besides, the child is always crying and making a fuss. I feel sorry for him, and so does the queen, so she let me come back."

Grandmother Jia said, "Oh," and said, "Bring the child here for me to see. You left in such a hurry that day that I didn't have time to take a look at the child."

Mrs. Wang did not dare to disobey. She held the child in Lady Jia's arms as if she were holding the child, her palms sweating with nervousness.

Grandmother Jia was originally very happy, but when she saw the child's appearance, she immediately frowned, "How did you take care of the child? He has been born for a few days, but he still looks like a skinny little monkey. It seems that he has not grown at all."

Mrs. Wang's expression suddenly froze. When she saw Lady Jia's sharp eyes, she felt a little uneasy. "Maybe it's because she wasn't well taken care of in the womb. Don't worry, old lady. We will take good care of her and she should be fine."

Grandmother Jia looked at her suspiciously for a while and said nothing more.

"Baoyu said that Zhao Yurou missed the child so much that she couldn't eat or sleep well. You should leave the child with her later."

"No, absolutely not." Mrs. Wang said this before Grandmother Jia finished speaking. As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly realize that her reaction was too intense. She was afraid of arousing Grandmother Jia's suspicion, so she softened her tone and said, "Zhao Yurou has a bad character. If you teach the child to her, I'm afraid it will teach the child badly. Think twice, old lady."

Grandmother Jia said indifferently: "She is just a maid, not a boy. If she is taught badly, let her be. Otherwise, she will make trouble all day and disturb people's peace."

Mrs. Wang was unwilling to do so. "Think about it, old lady. Baoyu has a child before he gets married. It will be difficult to arrange a marriage for him. If Zhao Yurou teaches this child to be as domineering and seductive as she is, who would dare to marry the girl to him?"

Sure enough, when it came to Jia Baoyu, Grandmother Jia became much more cautious. She held the child in her arms and pondered, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Just when Mrs. Wang thought that Grandmother Jia had given up and was not going to let Zhao Yurou raise the child, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Grandmother Jia say, "She is making a fuss now, and Baoyu can't live in peace. It's better to let her raise the child for a few years. Baoyu will only marry a wife in these few years. By then, the child will still be young, so even if she is taught badly, it will be easy to correct her."

Madam Wang was anxious. "If she makes a scene, kick her out. If that doesn't work, have the maids teach her a lesson so she can learn some rules. If we don't let her do whatever she wants, if we want to do what she does to blackmail us, wouldn't that make outsiders laugh at our family for having no rules?"

Grandmother Jia held the child and shook her. "Baoyu now looks at her as if she were his eyeball. If you ask someone to teach her a lesson, if it's too light, she won't learn her lesson. If it's too heavy, Baoyu will feel uncomfortable. If he makes a scene, you can bear it, but I can't."

But how could Mrs. Wang be willing to give her own granddaughter, the current princess, to be raised by that vixen Zhao Yurou?

That’s right, the child that Grandmother Jia is holding in her arms now is not the one born by Zhao Yurou, but one of the twins in Jia Yuanchun’s belly.

Jia Yuanchun did not give birth to twins, a boy and a girl, but twin girls.

When the child was born, Mrs. Wang felt like she was bolt from the blue and couldn't believe what she saw.

I thought that one of the two children would be a prince, but I never expected that both were born princesses.

After being disappointed, Mrs. Wang felt very fortunate that she had the foresight to bring her grandson into the palace, otherwise Jia Yuanchun would have undoubtedly lost this game.

Jia Yuanchun was reluctant to give up her daughter, but she was also reluctant to give up her power and wealth, so she could only acquiesce in Wang Fu-ren's decision to replace the child. Even when Wang Fu-ren deliberately rubbed Baoyu's son's skin red to make it look like he was just born, she thought the child's shrill cry was justified.

This child enjoyed the wealth and honor of the heavenly family on behalf of her daughter, and only suffered so little, which was considered a good thing for him.

Mrs. Wang was so bold that she could secretly do something inside the imperial palace, but she dared not make it public. The more people knew about it, the greater the risk of it being leaked.

This is a serious crime against the nine clans.

After the excitement, although Mrs. Wang did not regret it, she was really scared in her heart. She was worried all the time, afraid that someone would find out.

She was so trembling with fear, and although Lady Jia was old, she had sharp eyes and had long seen that something was on her mind. But she did not expect that after lying for such a long time, she still did not say a word.

Just this proves that the thing she is trying so hard to hide is even more serious.

And it's related to this child.

Suddenly, she thought of Mrs. Wang's abnormal behavior these days, and a terrifying idea came to her mind.

Grandmother Jia's face darkened. "No need to say more. I have already decided. Let Zhao Yurou raise this child by herself. Let Yuanyang take her to the garden later. You don't have to ask whether she lives or dies in the future. She is just a maid."

Mrs. Wang already felt guilty towards the child, so how could she bear to hear such words belittling her? She was anxious and angry for a moment, and knew that the matter could no longer be concealed, so she simply told Lady Jia everything.

Grandmother Jia looked at Mrs. Wang in disbelief, and her body could not help but tremble. Seeing her like this, Mrs. Wang actually felt some inappropriate joy.

"Wang!" Grandmother Jia was furious, but she still had her reason. She lowered her voice, but her eyes were wide open, bloodshot, as if she wanted to swallow Madam Wang into her stomach. She gritted her teeth and said, "This is a serious crime of confiscating the property and exterminating the clan. How dare you, how dare you..."

After Mrs. Wang told the whole story, she was no longer afraid. She felt as if someone was backing her up. She felt much more relaxed. "As you can see, this has already been done. If you don't care, the worst that can happen is that the Jia family will be destroyed."