Dingjiangshan

When the news of Ning Chengyi's death came back to Anqing Mansion, Shen Tinghe was watching his son read the script.

Ever since Ning Zheng left the Anqing mansion, Shen Tinghe himself didn't go out very much. He locked himself in the mansion all day long, stayed with his youngest son every day, and rarely saw outsiders.

The news on the front line is not a secret, and Ning Chengyi is unlikely to be buried in Shunchang, and he will return to Anqing soon, so in just ten days, the Anqing Mansion already knew all the circumstances of the defeat on the front line.

This morning, Shen Tinghe asked the nanny to carry the youngest son to her courtyard as usual, before she could get close to her son for a while, she heard the report from the servant outside, saying that the princess's natal family had come.

Since she was scolded by her father when she went back to her natal home last time, Shen Tinghe's natal family never visited her again.Shen Tinghe was caught off guard when he heard the announcement, he was completely confused, he hurriedly stood up to change his clothes and make up, and ordered the porter to invite someone in.

It wasn't until Shen Tinghe made arrangements and carried her son to the flower hall to meet the guests that she realized that this time there were quite a few people. Not to mention her parents, she even brought a sister-in-law of her natal family.

Shen Tinghe was puzzled, and seeing the different expressions on the faces of several people, he couldn't help beating his heart.

"Father, mother." Shen Tinghe bowed slightly and said, "And sister-in-law, why are you here?"

Shen's father looked worried, Shen's mother looked at her husband, then at her daughter, forced a smile, spread her hands to Shen Tinghe, and said: "It's been a long time since I saw my little grandson, so hurry up and hug her for me to like. "

Shen Tinghe didn't know why the family members came, so he could only walk over bravely, put the son in his arms in the mother's hands, and sat down beside the mother.

Seeing that she was seated, Shen's father didn't go around much, and said bluntly: "Do you know about the front line?"

Shen Tinghe was slightly taken aback.

She has a gentle personality and is also a stepmother in the palace. She has always been cautious and rarely takes the initiative to inquire about things outside.

Except for the occasional letters home written by Ning Zheng, Shen Tinghe knew almost nothing about the outside news.

But looking at her father's expression, she felt that something serious happened outside, so she hesitated for a moment, and didn't dare to speak out, but said cautiously: "Father doesn't know. Xuanxin, I don't care too much about the unexpected things."

Shen's father frowned slightly when he heard the words, as if he was a little displeased, but before he could speak, Shen's mother stopped him.

"Ting He is a daughter's family. If there is something to do, the child must come first. It doesn't matter." Shen's mother teased the little grandson in her arms, defended Shen Tinghe, then turned her head, and said to Shen Tinghe in a warm voice : "I don't blame your father for being anxious. The incident on the front line is too big. He is also worried at home and worried about you."

"This..." Shen Tinghe turned his head to look at his sister-in-law, took his mother's hand, and asked in a low voice: "What happened to the front line?"

Shen Tinghe listened to the vagueness of his family members, and he couldn't help feeling nervous, for fear of hearing some bad news about Ning Zheng.As the concubine of Changle, her family and life are tied to Ning Zheng. If he is defeated in the front line, then the lives of the whole family may be ruined along with her.

Shen Tinghe bit her lip involuntarily, her heart was pounding, she didn't think about herself for a while, but looked at the young son in her mother's arms first.

The baby in swaddling clothes was carefree, leaning on the adult's arms carefree, with a small arm like a lotus root protruding from the soft satin coat, and was giggling while pulling a piece of embroidery on the front of Shen's mother's skirt.

Shen Tinghe's heart sank, he looked at his son, but he couldn't be happy no matter what.

"You don't know?" Mrs. Shen said in surprise, "Don't you, the mistress of the house, know about such a big thing?"

"Sister-in-law, if you have something to say, just say it." Shen Tinghe was a little upset when she heard it, and her tone was a little anxious: "What happened?"

"The eldest son of the royal family was accidentally injured before the battle, and died of serious injuries, and died in Xinyang City." Father Shen said in a deep voice.

Shen Tinghe was startled.

"What?" Shen Tinghe was stunned on the spot: "Chengyi is gone?"

Seeing her expression, Shen's father knew that she really didn't know about this matter, so he sighed and motioned Shen's mother to tell her the matter.

Shen's mother put the child back into Shen Tinghe's hands, took her hand, and told her softly the gossip from the front line. Shen Tinghe hugged the child, and the more she listened, the colder her heart became. , couldn't help hugging the child even tighter.

It wasn't until Shen's mother finished speaking that Shen Tinghe turned his head to look at Shen's father tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "...Father means that the prince is in a bad situation at the front line?"

Father Shen didn't speak for a moment.

Shen Tinghe couldn't get an answer from his father, lost his mind for a while, and could only look back at his mother.

Shen's mother touched her hand, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, it won't happen. The prince's hundreds of thousands of troops are still outside, so it's hard to say what will happen next."

"But if the parents are not worried, why did Baba come to the palace now?" Shen Tinghe didn't believe it, and asked stubbornly: "Does Mom and Dad have anything else to say?"

"Actually, it's nothing. Your father and I are worried about you, so I came to tell you a few words." Shen's mother said gently: "The eldest son of the family is gone, and this is the son in your arms. If you succeed, you have to rely on you to play the leading role."

Shen Tinghe was slightly taken aback.

"We're all one family, and dad won't hang around with you anymore." Father Shen knocked on the handrail and said, "Since the prince has already raised his army, we can't say anything. Since we have already boarded the ship of the prince and enjoyed ten years of peace and happiness , and you can’t abandon the ship when the situation is not good, you will become a treacherous person instead.”

Shen Tinghe became more and more confused by his talking, so he couldn't help tightening the veil in his hand, and asked, "...What does father mean?"

"Just like what your mother said, it's hard to say who wins and loses in frontline battles." Father Shen said, "If the prince fights back and wins the great cause, this mansion will not be as peaceful as it is now. Father originally I'm also worried that there was an eldest son in the past, and the child in your arms is in an embarrassing situation. But looking at it now, it may not be that God gave you and this child a chance."

Shen Tinghe finally understood a little.

She tucked the collar of the youngest son in her arms, and said in disbelief: "Father, what do you mean, let me take advantage of Cheng Yi's death and the prince is not in the mansion, to play tricks on other children in the mansion?"

"Your father didn't mean that either." Shen's mother hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "It's just to let you be more careful, so you don't want to be too modest in the mansion, and you don't hear what's going on outside the window. Instead, people can take advantage of it."

Shen Tinghe understood.

Ning Chengyi died before the battle, and Changle Palace will be in turmoil. Her parents are afraid that she will not be able to cope with this turmoil, so they came here to remind her.

Shen Tinghe couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She hugged the youngest son in her arms tightly, and couldn't stop panicking.

In fact, whether it was from the time when Ning Zheng raised the army, or earlier, when Ning Zheng wanted to use her unborn son to make a fuss, Shen Tinghe had never thought of wanting her own child to replace Ning Chengyi.

From the day Ning Zheng raised his troops, this palace has been the target of everyone in the world. The youngest son in Shen Ting He's arms has been named "Auspicious" since he was born. That's why he wasn't dragged to the front of the stage.

Shen Tinghe had no intention of fighting for anything, but just wanted to keep the child growing up safely, that's all.But now that Ning Chengyi is gone, the eyes of the whole world are bound to fall on this young boy, and he can't avoid it.

Shen Tinghe bit the corner of her lips, and touched the child's face.

Shen's mother knew her daughter well, and knew that she had a gentle temper since she was a child. She obeyed her father at home and her husband when she married. .

"Actually..." Shen's mother hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't bear it, so she added a little more: "Our family is inseparable from the palace for the rest of our life, whether it is you or your father, when you choose this road No one is forcing you, but you are willing, so no matter what time comes, you have to go on this road. Listen to some words, and your life will be easier."

"My lord will return to Anqing Mansion in a few days." Mother Shen said, "By that time, you should know what you should do."

"My daughter understands." Shen Tinghe said.

Father Shen saw her bowing her head, and guessed that she probably understood the reason for her visit, so he patted the armrest and said, "Since you understand, then I won't stay in the palace any longer, I'll go back now, your mother and son." Take care both of you."

Father Shen came and went in a hurry, but Shen Tinghe couldn't just pretend nothing happened.

She carried the child back to the main courtyard in a daze, waved away the maids in the house, put the child on the bed and looked at it for a while, before she finished speaking, tears fell down.

"My son..." Shen Tinghe sobbed softly, "Why are you so miserable?"

Shen Tinghe didn't know what she was afraid of, maybe it was Ning Chengyi's death that made her panic, or maybe it was the obscure military situation on the front line that made her acutely uneasy, but no matter what, Shen Tinghe couldn't calm down. Feel free to pretend you don't know anything.

"But it doesn't matter." Shen Tinghe touched the young son's face, sobbing: "Mother will never let you have an accident."

——Shen Tinghe understands what Shen's father said. Standing firmly by Ning Zheng's side is tantamount to a big gamble.

Be it Shen's father or Shen's mother, or Ning Zheng, they all dared to bet, but Shen Tinghe didn't.

She looked at her son sadly, and couldn't help turning a few thoughts in her heart.

Shen Tinghe knows that in Ning Zheng's eyes, perhaps no one can make him give up his "great cause". The throne of the emperor not only symbolizes power, but also symbolizes his obsession for so many years. It is difficult to persuade him to give up. sky.

Shen Tinghe lowered her eyes, gently flicked the longevity lock on the young son's neck, and said in a low voice: "... But mother must try for you."